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Xinyi Xú

"Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing."

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a character in “mbuki-mvuki”, as played by SpiritDancer

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« there is no easier way to lie than smiling when you aren’t happy »


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Xinyi seems a little bit too excited and cheerful at times, and whether this is genuine or not is still a mystery to many who know her. She has a very curvy figure that she has no problems showing off when she wants to. She also has a very colorful appearance, her hair being the main cause of that, the hot pink drawing the attention of others quite often. (It was dyed of course, previously it was chesnut brown).

Many would simply describe her as bubbly and eccentric.

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〉〉 F I V E' - S E V E N". . . . . 〉〉 D E C E I T F U L. . . . . . . 〉〉 "P E R S U A S I V E."

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Though that bubbly persona still remains, it is heavily diluted by the more negative aspects of her personality. She almost completely shatters your first impression of her. Closer expection reveals that she has a bad habit of lying and the ability to curse like a sailor. Although she has a naturally cyncial disposition to everything, Xinyi does her best to remain somewhat positive. "A positive attitude will lead to positive outcomes" is something she preaches often and something that she desperately hopes to be true. Unfortunately, hoping doesn't always












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○ Attended public schools.
○ Her attendance is/was trash, she skips a lot.
○ That person who never showed up but got A's.
○ Never challenged herself academically in school.
○ Was involved in athletics, mostly track & field.
○ Never was very good at history or English.
○ Best subjects are the sciences & maths.
○ Got suspended for "stealing" the principals car.
○ A lot situations occurred similar to the one above.
○ Never did things beyond her natural abilities.
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get you where you want or need to be in life. Though in light of everything fucked up in the world, Xinyi does believe that there are reasons to be happy, and all those reasons are in the little things in life.

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Xinyi Xú's Story

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Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi Xú Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Jasper Winfield Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Winter Taushet Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe
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"Don't be afraid to die."

That's what their homeroom teacher said, a week into the school year. The class had written words on little bits of paper, and the stationary crumpled as she spoke. Crumpled into nothing. Gone. Like magic. "As long as we wish it, you cannot leave."

Her eyes raked over her twenty-something students. Swirls of ink appeared on their skin, manifesting as strange symbols on the children's bodies. Good. It seemed the rite was proceeding safely. Not much more time left until the eclipse. She opened her mouth to continue her 'explanation'. A true explanation, of course, would be given to the students who survived.

Martin listened as the teacher spoke calmly of death. Of floating islands and curses and using words to fight said curses. God's Blight, she called it. This had to be a joke. A reality scare cam, or something. Right? Right??

Then the island blocked out the sun, just like she said it would. A shadow fell over the school campus.

'Oh, shit.' He almost puked from the immediate sensation of wrongness. Like reality had just flipped right over on it's fucking head. It was that feeling of stepping through a stair that was never there in the first place, that feeling when his parents told him his aunt had been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer.

Martin's chest rose and fell, each panicked inhale serving as a cold dose of actuality. Was this even the same classroom?

All the desks, all his classmates still sat in the same spots. But the colors were off. Darker, and smearing at the edges like a still life painted by sad and angry artist. One that didn't like to pay a lot of attention to people. Martin's wide red eyes trailed to Annabelle sitting next to him, and her face was just a little harder to make out than usual. Blurry and pale.

The teacher sighed under her breath, coolly inspecting her nails. "First one is always monsters. No surprise there." She glanced up at the petrified classroom. "What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."



That's what their homeroom teacher said, a week into the school year. That's also how Martin found himself sprinting towards the library like the little bitch seventeen year-old he was. Not like he was alone. As soon as she had spoken, basically the entire class made a fucking break for it. Monsters? Monsters!?

'Please be LSD, please be LSD,' he chanted in his mind. Martin ducked into a side hallway, away from the thundering mass of hysterical students. 'Or any hallucinogenic, really, I'm not picky. A bad cocaine trip would be--'

The soles of his school-standard leather oxfords caught on something wet and slippery. The blond teenager's feet skidded on the ground one moment, and in the next he found himself ass-backwards on the hardwood floor. Damn. What a stupid move. Martin pressed his hand to the wall to help haul himself up, shuddering at the distinct sensation of the liquid soaking into his pants.

A coppery, metallic stench filled his nose and mouth. His palms left red smears on the wall and... yeah. Martin looked down. Yeah. It was blood. He just fell in a puddle of blood. Another person's bodily fluids.

There was that urge to throw up, again.

Fucking... fucking gross!! His stomach seized. 'Oh my god.' Martin stiffened, glancing about in disgust before numbly wiping his trembling hands on the front of his shirt. 'So... I hope I'm not going to die today.' His mouth twisted into a tight, panicked sort of smile. Nope. Probably going to die. Whole school was a deathtrap from the very beginning.

Of course, blood must come from somewhere. The source of the ichor, sprawled a few feet away, made Martin's fixated eyes prick with horrified, unshed tears.

No. Oh fuck no.

The dude's face had been cut clean in half.

Sliced horizontally, right at the jaw. Distantly, Martin's ears detected screams of terror echoing down the hallways of the building, but by then his entire body had clamped up. The bodies of animals, smashed to paste, that he'd sometimes glimpsed on the asphalt of the highways did not compare to this.

His spine. You could see it, sticking bone white out of the gory stump of a neck. Worst of all, worst of fucking all, was the tongue. With the upper half of the jaw entirely severed, the whole tongue just flopped limply out of what was left of the corpse's mouth.

The shrieks nearest to Martin escalated into full-blown wailing before snuffing out altogether.

Wait... that wasn't right. He could still hear the screaming, but only faintly. Like someone had clapped hand over the person's mouth, or shoved their face into a pillow. The teenager's mind was silent. Completely devoid of an internal dialogue as his head turned to the right, to look further down the corridor.

It was built like a spider, with fleshy skin and many human arms in the place of arachnid legs. Long fingered hands pressed to the floor, walls, and ceiling to keep the creature suspended in place. More hands, still, pinned a student to the wall. It busily stitched up her lips with a needle and black thread; the girl's eyes were already sewn completely shut.

The giant, sick-looking set of scissors grasped by a set of fingers did not escape Martin's attention.

If the world was now a painting, then the thing had a face like a portrait. It didn't move. Only bored into the young man with penetrating eyes in the way that certain portraits do. Its hands continued to tie off the thread at the girl's mouth almost absently, as an unoccupied arm bent at the elbow. Her muffled cries choked and died down further.

The monster pressed a bony forefinger to its expressionless portrait mouth. 'Shhh.'

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Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi Xú Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Jasper Winfield Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Winter Taushet Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe
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"Write one word. The word should match how you will fight in the upcoming battle. Only one word that you believe you will... need."

That is what their teacher had asked them. There was a piece of paper in front of every one of them. Everyone had picked their word and Daisy had picked hers.

Onomatophobia

Not really taking the request seriously Daisy picked a word which literally meant a fear of words. It was erudite yet contrarian, just the way she liked it. Little did she realize the gravity of her decision was far greater than initially perceived as the papers they wrote upon crumpled up before vanishing on their own accord. It was that which first brought to mind the concern that she might of been way in over her head.

Strange symbols formed on the skins of every student, herself included. She didn't notice of course since she was wearing clothes, obscuring what was going on on her body. She probably wasn't going to notice for a while unless someone pointed it out.


"Don't be afraid to die."

Okay?

"As long as we wish it, you cannot leave."

Okay?

As the teacher described the curse and that they were fight things called Blights with the words they chose Daisy's internal objections grew. Still, the disappearance of the paper they wrote on stuck with her. Her mind was quite open to mystery but she was being dropped in the deep end quite quickly for her liking.

Then the shadow descended. Like a cloak the darkness draped itself across the land, enveloping the school. The feeling swept over her no less than the shadow did, completely filling her with a supernatural dread. The colors seemed less lustrous, the people around her slightly out of focus like objects outside the center of a camera lens. Overall everything amounted to something Daisy would describe as Definitely like Silent Hill.

"First one is always monsters. No surprise there." The teacher seemed rather callous given the topic she spoke of.
"What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."


Like so everyone began straight up panicking. While everyone else seemed to flee the classroom Daisy was one of the few who calmly stood up, quite unamused by the teacher's attitude, and walked out from the classroom.

She looked about the hall, everyone else having had a head start on her. The sounds of panic disseminated through the halls. Her tired eyes looked back and forth as she dwelt on what was going on.

"Words to fight the monsters... How the hell is Onomatophobia-" She was quietly talking to herself but was quickly cut off as a strange viscous feeling filled her mouth all of a sudden. She opened her mouth to cough from the sudden surprise of having something in her mouth and instead a black liquid escaped her lips, spilling out onto the front of her uniform and the floor. It looked like ink and while she didn't know what ink tasted like it certainly didn't taste like a carbonated beverage.

She coughed and hacked, the last dredges of the substance leaving her mouth. The amount she seemed to have spat up only amounted to a small puddle around her shoes and a number of ink black stains on her vest. Her eyes were wide with shock at the sudden intrusive element as she struggled to purge every last bit of this unknown fluid from her mouth.


What the hell!? Was the main thought to come across her mind as this happened. At this point the mild phenomena had escalated into a full blown paranormal eruption. She panted, regaining her breath after having it cut off by the sudden conjuring of fluids within her mouth. Bracing herself against the wall as her breath quickened she started coming to terms with what just happened.

I... I spoke the word and it just started coming out. Now with a moment she was able to start thinking. The word... A word is... A series of symbols etched in... In ink. It clicked in her head just what exactly the black substance was. I spoke the word and... It literally left my lips. Dear god what the fuck is happening!?


She had little time to dwell on the word she was given however. Her heart rate spiked as the adrenaline hit her bloodstream. Her eyes were noticeably dilated now as the fear started to sink in. She could fear a pulsating sense of dread coming from the hall to her left, this concern punctuated by a sharp high pitched cry as a female student was grabbed, the voice suddenly snuffed out as though buried. On that note she ran.

Cold sweat beaded down her forehead as she just picked a direction and kept running. On a number of junctions she'd stop briefly, that same creeping dread emanating from one of the halls. This sense of fear she held was unconsciously guiding her away from the dangers, spiking her feeling of danger whenever she was unknowingly going towards these unknown threats. The downside to this was that the fear was also driving her away from other students in possession of words. She was being guided away from words.


Of course she couldn't evade trouble forever. Just as she was nearing the library she felt a tremendous fear ahead of her. She turned to go off in the opposite direction but got a sense of danger from there too. The only other thing in the hall was a door to the janitor's closet.

She rushed inside before anything could see her, not even bothering to turn on the lights. She wanted it to be dark, she needed to hide. There were all sorts of supplies and janitorial tools in this closet as expected. Fumbling in the dark she managed to worm her way behind some boxes on the bottom shelf. She could almost feel their presence drawing near. Whatever it was she was definitely sure it was right outside the door.


Her breath caught in her chest for that very moment when the door handle turned.

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As soon as Xinyi was out the door of the classroom her feet seemingly began to carry her to her destination and her outer appearance was one of calmness, but an intense sense of urgency. In truth, she was fucking screaming on the inside and didn't know where in hell's name she was going. Unaware of everything going on around her besides the stomping of her feet on the ground, she ran quite a ways away from the classroom before finally stopping to take a breath.

If the situation was really as dire as their teacher had said before chaos erupted, then she was truly going to need a weapon. Xinyi set out with this new goal in mind, still walking through the halls as she searched for anything that could even remotely be used as a tool to defend herself. It was during the search that she peaked from behind the corner into an intersecting hallway and happened to see what could only be one of the very monsters that her teacher had spoken of.

And she also happened to see the gruesome scene that was the result of a student — a couple of students that unfortunately crossed paths with the monster. Trying her best to keep growing nausea at bay, Xinyi looked away from the site, noting the small janitorial closet about five meters away from her, before examining the thing that stood a ways down the hallway.

Simply the way it crawled and the many arms and legs it had was enough to make it seem unnatural and out of place, though as it stalked away from the scene she caught a face. Yeah..definitely not getting within ten feet of those until I can guarantee at least a thirty percent chance of survival.

Waiting until the monster had fully rounded the corner of the hallway she was peering down and after checking her surroundings to make sure that there was no threat of other monsters coming her way, Xinyi quickly, and as silently as she possibly could, made her way to the janitorial closet that she had spotted. Entering it and surveying the contents of it, there wasn't much in there besides an array of cleaning chemicals situated on shelves, a portable wide trashcan, brooms, fire extinguisher, paper tow— "Oo, fire extinguisher!"

It was one of decent size that was made to deal with ABC type fires, but that was entirely beside the point. It weighed at least nine pounds and it was metal. As far as Xinyi knew, hitting living things with metal things in the head usually hurt a lot. And while it wasn't the ideal choice (Really, a knife would be much better), it was the only choice she had so far.

The only problem she had to deal with now was actually getting the fire extinguisher outsides of the glass case it was in, as there was no key to it to be found. It was then that she found the remedy to her problems, a thick wooden broom that was leaning against the wall. Before she executed her ingenious plan, she glanced outside one more time to make sure her surroundings were clear.

And then, almost as though she was a batter winding up to hit the baseball, she swung hard towards the glass that concealed the fire extinguisher. There was a cacophonous noise that echoed throughout the hallway, both the sound of glass shattering and falling to the ground and the sound of wood snapping in half.

Xinyi worked quickly as she unhinged the fire extinguisher before bolting out of the janitors closet and down one of the hallways of the intersection. The sound surely attracted more monsters or even curious students, though Xinyi was not willing to risk the chance of encountering one of those spider-like-freaks. This sprinting slowly turned into jogging, and then a slow walk once she had twisted and turned through the maze hallways of the school, hopefully losing any pursuer that was on her tail.

Now she was lightening her footfalls, making as little noise that she could, paranoid eyes watching for any sight of movement and ears listening for anything that broke the unnerving silence that filled the school.

And her ears found something.

The sound of something crunching under feet.

Glancing around a corner yet again, she found the thing — person rather that was responsible for the noise. And unfortunately, one of the spider-freaks did too.

There were only two good things about the situation currently. The monster was not fixated on her, and if she was quiet and took quick but deliberate steps it wouldn't be. And Xinyi had something big and metal in her hands, something that would hopefully do some type of damage to the beast.

The decision was made, and while the beast stood ready to charge at its prey, Xinyi charged first. Everything was a blur as Xinyi approached it from behind and swung the fire extinguisher violently at its head. She recoiled from the jolt that was sent through her on impact but continued running towards the girl in front of her. Xinyi didn't know if the fire extinguisher killed or stunned the beast and she didn't know if the blonde girl was taking advantage of the opportunity and sprinting away as well, but she sure as hell wasn't sticking around to find out.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi Xú Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Drake Evans Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Zed Richter Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe Character Portrait: Hyeon-Ju Park Character Portrait: Blaise Smith Character Portrait: Nori Wright Character Portrait: Jean Rousseau
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They all knew it was going to happen.

Some sat ramrod straight at their desks, others pressed their faces into the windows in anticipation. The teacher of class 2A, of course, supervised the students with a face of stone. Everyone watched on as the floating island ate up the sun, plunging the cursed grounds into darkness.

Pitch black darkness, actually.

Threads of reality bent and snapped around the word-bearing individuals. The floor dropped out from under their feet, all sound and sensation stripped from the students' eyes and skin. That gut-twisting sickness returned. Martin hadn't felt that deep sense of wrongness since the first Blight.

When his sight returned, the blond found himself in an... arena? It was small, about the size of a room. Stone piled around outside of the clearing, higher than he could see. It was he was in the bottom of some deep feeding pit. But, if this was a feeding pit... then what was being fed?

Martin's head ached and throbbed, his arms and shoulders itching and burning. Damnit. He looked up, finally noticing that he was not, in fact, alone. Two other students from his class stood with him in the stone clearing.



T H E.. S C E N E

There is an unreadable symbol on the floor of the stone clearing.

Three circular stone platforms, a decent distance from one another, all have symbols written on them as well. These symbols are readable. Two of the platforms read 'WITNESS', and the last reads 'MURDERER'. These stones are weighted. If someone stands on one, it will sink to the floor level.

An abstract tattoo can be found across the arms and shoulders of each student. If all three students in a group were to hold hands, the tattoo would form a complete centipede. As time passes, segments of the centipede tattoo will disappear from their skin. Blown up, enlarged versions of the vanished centipede segments will appear carved in the stone around them.

For the purposes of the Blight, the pit-like clearing is inescapable.

If you don't recognize the name of a character in your group, then they are a student from another classroom. Their character sheets are pending and I will be accepting them shortly.

Since this is a team based Blight, it will be easier to write replies if you collab with the RPers you got paired up with. This is also a puzzle oriented Blight. Even if the solution is obvious to you OOC, the characters still must work together to come to an answer on their own.


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Her face was like stone. Not just the teacher’s but Daisy’s own face as well. She had been preparing for this day. It was soon time to withstand the upcoming blight.

A darkness swallowed the land. The world went black, leaving Daisy to close her eyes and concentrate in case this effect was danger brought upon them by the blight. She felt torn from the world and for that longest moment, she held her breath. The alien sensation gave way as she felt everything return, the senses picking up new stimuli.

When she opened her eyes she saw she was now in an arena. The walls were stones piled high up and above was the sky. In the arena in a triangular arrangement were three circular stone daises, each with a word. She could see two of them read WITNESS and one read MURDERER

Along with that, there were two others. One was a classmate she recognized but never really spoke to and the other was a student from another class. Both of them were significantly taller than her. Already she was unpleased with the conditions of this blight as she was isolated with these two by all appearances.

Just as she looked to her wrist, considering the possibility of conjuring up a Fear-Born to assist her in this challenge she spotted a tattoo which seemed to run up her arm. ’Yet another tattoo issued to me without consent.’ Her mind rode a depressing train of thought. She was starting to wonder if there was any part of her skin which was going to go unmarked when the year was over.

It was a brief distraction, however. Her mind turned towards the facts currently presented. Three daises, each with a word. Immediately she began to wonder if they were all selected to stand on a dais and the puzzle was to solve the answer of who belonged to which. She thought deeply about this, not yet even speaking a word as she simply stood and turned her attention inward.

Xinyi already felt herself growing tired of the nausea and general sense of dread that came with the beginning of every Blight. Despite having expected more monsters they’d have to fight, she was presented with something entirely different. It was almost a puzzle of some sorts, and considering the fact that this was a Blight, the punishment for not solving the puzzle in a certain time-span or for solving it incorrectly was sure death.

“Maybe we have to stand on them in a certain order?” She thought aloud, fixated on the puzzle and paying no mind to the two other people in the room. It was then that she took note of the other symbol that was etched into the floor, illegible even when Xinyi bent down to look at it from all different angles.

Drake, on the other hand, ditched homeroom as he didn’t expect a teacher to be there waiting for his class. With sudden darkness engulfing his bedroom, Drake was pulled into the pit that the other two girls resided in. This was definitely new. With the information he beat out of his teacher, he wasn’t all that startled when being suddenly transported. He was expecting the possibility of such a thing, though it still threw him off.

He quickly examined the surroundings. To his left was what looked to be a ten-year-old girl with ginger locks, and on his right was a total babe. She had curves in all the right places, though her hair was a bit bright for Drake’s taste. Nonetheless, he felt blessed to be stuck in a pit with such a work of art.

The pillars presenting themselves seemed self-explanatory, but the symbol in the center was a mystery. He carefully examined the bubble gum beauty as she spoke, thinking up a clever response. “I guess it really all depends on whether you two are innocent souls, or just as naughty as me. I can’t confidently say that I am merely a witness... Unless they are talking about witnessing the fine ass before me.” He gestured grandly to the bent over Xinyi with his arms, causing him to catch the tattoos riddling his limbs in the corner of his eye.

They weren’t normal tattoos, however, as it seemed as if the ink was slowly moving if one focused hard enough. “Well now, I don’t remember getting these puppies.” He rubbed his left arm, the ink not letting up.

Already things were off to a bad start. Daisy sighed, placing a palm on her face in response to the boy’s comments about Xinyi. That was not enough to distract her from the very distinct absence of fears over the boy’s head however.

’How very strange. The second person I’ve seen who’s mind holds no fears. Why?’ She questioned the strange coincidence, the very unusual nature of this occurrence briefly distracting her from the puzzle at hand.

She didn’t speak but instead took out her notepad and started writing down the markings on the stone. She figured if she assembled all the features on paper she could start assembling a theory of solving this conundrum.

Funny how I spent the first Blight fighting for my life to now want to die during the time-span of this one…’ Xinyi thought after overhearing the other guy’s comment. (Though she wasn’t gonna correct him, she did have a fine ass) Besides, there more important things to worry about other than an overly verbal pervert, like this puzzle that would surely kill them if they didn’t figure it out.

Though she couldn’t exactly put a finger on what the symbols WITNESS and MURDERER were supposed to mean, the abstractness of the whole thing beginning to make her head hurt. And there was also the matter of the tattoos on their bodies, and despite not knowing their purpose, she had an inkling that it wasn’t anything good.

Drake sighed as no one seemed to respond to his riddled question about whether the two girls considered themselves witnesses. ‘Obviously no one has a fucking sense of humor.’ His gaze traveled over to the ginger-haired girl who was now scribbling in a notepad. Without a second thought, Drake walked over to the small girl and snatched the notepad, tossing it far behind him. It made a thud as it hit the stone wall on the opposite end of the pit.

“How about instead of writing in your little notebook, you speak to us about your thoughts? Otherwise, I don’t see how we will get fucking anywhere.” Drake walked away with his hands behind his head, thoroughly annoyed that the others weren’t using their heads, or so he thought. With his eyes closed, he began again with his monotone voice, “Now, since there are three pedestals and three of us. I imagine that we are to decide who fits on which pedestal as pinky said. AND, I think that you two really don’t want to wait and find out which category I fit in, so I suggest you two speak up, get out of your own heads, and get on the damn pedestals first.”

Just like that, she was torn from her train of thought just as easily as her notebook was torn from her hands, thrown aside without any care for what she was doing. Daisy would have exclaimed in surprise but her voice caught in her throat as the boy approached her, talking down to her with an annoyed tone. Right about then she was flustered to the point where communicating effectively was quite improbable.

“Ah… Ah…” Was all the sound she was able to make, her voice shaking as she stuttered. Her little hands shook as a cocktail of emotions poisoned her. Emotions like embarrassment, rage, indignity and fright. Not standing a second longer she scrambled off past the rude student and after her notebook. On knees that shook, her balance most precarious, she stumbled over and picked up the notebook, brushing off the dirt and other debris from it. Finally finding the page she was at she looked over the notes, making sure the page wasn’t damaged by the careless treatment it just received.

She turned to face the other two, breath slight bit ragged and her teeth grit. Despite the indignity of it, all this was not the time to get caught up in her own turmoil. As much as she hated it the urgency that the boy spoke of was real. Still, there was a purpose behind her actions, something a thoughtless brute such as that student she didn’t know wouldn’t understand.

“Y-you don’t under-know which p-pedestals we stand on… Which-Rr!-” This was just utterly frustrating for her. Her words were getting tangled just coming out from her mouth. At this point they were just going to go on ahead, talking over her before she could even communicate a single coherent idea of hers. She believed that the titles for the pedestals didn’t necessarily have to be related to their natures, they could've simply been roles assigned for them to play out based on…

“The t-tattoos!” She blurted, the realization cutting into her sentence midway. Giving up on speaking she started writing down the tattoo that was on her arm, rolling up her sleeve to see more of the tattoo that was on her arm. It was then that she noticed a section was missing. A look of concern overrode her flustered expression in a flash, her eyes looking up and darting about to scan the room once more. Something had changed.

This dude really is being a little ass huh?’ Xinyi wasn’t able to stop him from throwing the smaller girl’s notebook across the pit, but she was about ready to kick him in his throat. Listening to him only pissed her off even more.

She watched as Daisy had scrambled to get her notebook and truly couldn’t utter a single word without stuttering. There was a small pang of pity for the girl, a pity that had only furthered her ever-growing hatred for the little pervert who had made a comment earlier. Xinyi finally spoke to him, her voice antagonizing and laced with sarcasm. “If you want to stand on the pillars despite the fact we don’t have the slightest clue about the actual solution to the puzzle, go ahead genius. Can’t promise I won’t laugh when you die though.” Xinyi shrugged passive-aggressively. “Though if your stupid mistake ends up killing all three of us, at least it’ll be better than this current situation.

She walked closer to Daisy. If he tried something again he surely wasn’t gonna get away with it.

Drake’s temper was very close to exploding as he watched the two girls struggle to hold their ground. “You have some nerve picking that notebook back up after I told you to stop. You think we have time to be writing this shit down when it’s useless? These blights are thirty minutes. We don’t have time for your meek little shenanigans.” His focus then went to the pink haired girl as he walked closer.

“And you. You’re five-foot little girl, don’t fuck with me. You two better get on those damn ‘Witness’ pedestals before I lose my patience. I don’t think we really need to decide who the hell is the murderer here.” His expression remained stone cold as he came face to face with the pink-haired girl. “You two don’t have any brighter ideas, so I am making the move. Now get up before I break the arms on both of you.” He balled both of his fists, ready to sock the girl’s face if worse came to worse. There was no need for violence, as he clearly needed them to get out alive, but threats, on the other hand, were free to fly.

Daisy was trying her hardest to shut the awful man out. She wasn’t terrifyingly scared of him but she couldn’t let him continue to pressure her this way. The fact he was so caught up in trying to bully them into going his way in a life or death situation was detestable. Thankfully she wasn’t alone with him.

Xinyi having stood up for her was a definite confidence boost. While she wasn’t all too keen on the prospect she was ready to back her up with her word if things turned violent. All she’d need is a little time.

“We do.” She answered back to him, remaining short-spoken to simplify communication. As usual when she was less flustered her voice was flatter, less emotive. Her face was stony, a mild hint of her irritation with him showing.

“You go. We’ll handle it.” With that she tried to dismiss him, opting to turn her mind back to the real danger at hand, the puzzle. She looked back up to see that the missing portions of the tattoos were filling in on the walls. Using the carvings to fill in the rest of her portion of the image she could see that it started to resemble the tail of a centipede. Well, that’s what it seemed to be. Her artistic skills were disappointingly lacking so it was more a very rough looking sketch of what the tattoo looked like.

Xinyi was preparing herself for what surely was going to be a start of a fight as she had a few more words to spit at the man, though because Daisy seemed to be withdrawing from the confrontation she did the same.

She followed Daisy’s gaze to what seemed to be their tattoos blown-up to full size on the walls, appearing in synchronization with the disappearance of the tattoos that were on their bodies. “Okay, so that’s clearly some sick version of an hourglass and I do not want to find out what happens when all the sand builds up on the other side. So we’re going to figure out the puzzle before that happens.

She had then returned her attention to the unreadable symbol that was on the floor of the pit. “I just wish we understood what this other symbol is supposed to mean.” Xinyi reached down to touch it as if it would somehow magically give her the answer that she needed.

Drake was oozing frustration. The two girls were definitely lucky that he needed them, otherwise he would wring their necks. Perhaps he still could at a later time. He did have lots of dogs he needed to further manipulate. These two girls could be their next project... All he really knew though was that he was in dire need of a cigarette.

“You two get yourselves killed. I’ll actually do something, and hope to use you two as meat shields when we fail this puzzle.” He walked over to the pedestals, resisting the urge to push over the pink haired teen as she was once again focusing on the useless symbol etched into the floor. He was now facing the ‘murderer’ pedestal, with which he easily hopped up onto. Upon placing his weight on the cylindrical stone, it began to sink slowly to the floor. This occurrence definitely made the theory that they were supposed to stand on these pedestals true.

“Well, you two come join me when you finally come to your senses and realize the only thing we can fucking do is this.” He crossed his arms as he now stood at ground level, the outline of the pedestal below him. The two girls clearly didn’t know their place, so threatening them further would be useless.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Not having that other student around was helpful since they could now solve the puzzle in peace. While they had little time there was never time for mistakes. She approached Xinyi, standing behind her.

“May I… See your tattoo?” She asked her, notepad and pen at the ready so she could write down Xinyi’s part of the centipede. She figured she could deduce what sections their tattoos denoted without the need of seeing the boy’s tattoos via elimination. She was also beginning to concoct a theory on how to figure out where they need to stand without having to worry about the nature of the pedestal’s writings. She saw this as a puzzle, not a trial.

Xinyi stared daggers at the boy as he hopped onto the stone platform. Truly he was putting them all at risk by being so impulsive. Though he did have somewhat of a point, even if it was a poor one. They really didn’t have much time to solve the puzzle, and although she’d prefer to solve to solve the puzzle in a more methodological way, there wasn’t much time to do that.

Despite those thoughts, she kept quiet and held out her arm so that Daisy could clearly see the tattoos, which were disappearing at an alarming pace.