Author's Game Entries

*Task 5: A Battle

Willis wakes up to the feeling of his arms around someone. With a sleepy smile, he snuggles closer to them and hugs Adrien tighter, for it of course had to be his blond companion.

"Umm... Would you mind letting go of me maybe?" A voice comes from Adrien, a female voice. Willis stiffens before scrambling away from the person who is not Adrien, his eyes growing wide and his face tinting from a flustered blush.

"Who the hell are you?!?!" He squeaks, staring down at the dirty blonde haired girl he'd just been cuddling. His face grows a darker shade of red as she stares back at him with a look that is slightly disdainful and somewhat confused as well.

"Where am I?? What'd you do with Adrien?!?" He exclaims before she could reply, and his voice cracks on the last syllable.

His eyes dart around the small room he finds himself in and he finds three other people he barely recognizes stuck in the room with him; a tall blonde haired man with blue eyes, a shorter girl with long raven hair, and the girl he'd been asleep next to. All of them were staring at him as if of everything that's happening, he's the weird thing.

"That's sort of what we've been trying to figure out... The where we are part at least." The man mumbles, crossing his arms. "I don't know how we got here, I just sort of.. woke up here. You three were already here by then." He explains. The dark haired girl huffs, turning away from him to inspect the walls of the room.

The girl Willis had been asleep beside decides to stand up then, dusting off her trousers as she did so. "I don't remember who you are, but I'm Evora. Evora Gimp." She speaks to Willis, and holds her hand out to shake with a somewhat surly attitude.

Willis just stares at her hand. "I'm uh... Willis." He replies quietly, letting his gaze fall away from her to the floor and rubbing his forearm awkwardly. He's still extremely disoriented, and he couldn't help be a little wary of these unknowns.

Evora gives him a stiff smile, probably assuming he was being shy. Even so she doesn't try to continue a conversation, and she seems fairly distracted as it is, completely detached from the awkward thing that could barely even be called a chat. She appears to be short of breath as she looks around the small dim room again, and Willis finds himself looking around again as well, though he already knew the boy he's looking for isn't there.

The atmosphere between the four people in the room soon goes thick with tension and it starts to feel like a fifth presence until the other man finally speaks up. "I'm Cyon." He introduces himself, glancing between the others.

"I... Well I can't figure out why or how we got here but if you haven't noticed already there aren't any weapons. We can't -aren't supposed to- hurt each other." Cyon explains what he'd figured out, pointing out the obvious Willis hadn't seemed to have noticed yet.

"Yes, we've noticed that already genius." The final unnamed member of their miscellaneous group speaks up, and all eyes dart to her. The raven haired girl is prowling the edges of the room, kicking at the walls periodically as if she's looking for a hole or a hidden door. She pauses as she feels everyone's eyes on her and glances to them.

"What? We can't be stuck in here, there obviously needs to be a way out. Now if you all would stop the formalities, come help me find a way out of this mess." She snaps snarkily.

They all continue to stare at her though, and it is a moment before she lets out a huffy sigh, realizing what they were waiting for.

"My name's Ivory Fairwell, happy now?" She retorts, giving them all a glare. "Now get looking for a- !!" Her sentence is cut off with a startled sound from her as the the entire room starts to tremble, a loud rumbling sound emanating from all around them.