AN: Oh won't you look at that, I've actually published something. However, we have a problem.
I deleted my account on TM a while ago.
TBH everyone who this concerns already knows, but ANYWAY, all my posts will be missing from the roleplay. You should be able to work out what going on yourselves, but if there seems to be something missing... well, there is.
Also, I'm only going to post this on here because my parents are going to let me make a new account. So yeah- I'll be mostly on there.
Back to the roleplay!
Rose
TAC lay dead on the floor of his bedroom, his eyes glazing and unfocused. His mouth is slightly open, and a spilled bottle is clutched in his hand. While others sob at his side, I pick up the bottle. Poison. Just like what everyone else had drunk.
"We can still revive him with your powder... Right? RIGHT?!"
I shake my head sadly. With Mid, she had been lucky. It was too late for TAC. Then, a thought hits me. Everyone in Echo has somehow drank something poisonous, except me. It is then that I realise how thirsty I am. There is an untouched bottle nearby. I reach out for it, and press it to my lips...
Midnight
"NO!" I yell at Rose. Luckily I seem to be able to move now. I knock the bottle out of her hands just before it presses her perfect lips. "No. Do you want to die? Listen, I haven't drunk anything either, but we will die of not drinking before dying of poison. Are we CLEAR?" I say firmly to Rose. Then I notice the bottle. My throat is burning.... No.
"Violet, tie me and Rose to that couch. And don't let ANYTHING get into our reach. And refuse us. We might go mad, break down, whatever. But you DO NOT let us drink. OK?"
"Ok. I promise" She says. She understands. 5 Minutes later, me and Rose are snuggled up together in a very uncomfortable position on the nearest couch, with a worried Violet looking over us.
"Joy" we all say in union.
Rose
Me and Mid (I call her Mid now) relax, and I feel that i might just have a friend, for once. Mother never wanted me to mingle with commoners... Wait! I remembered something! But it is gone in a flash.
My throat is burning. The bottle that Mid knocked out of my reach is... On the couch arm? But it wasn't there before!
"Violet! Mid! The bottle moved! It really did! Who would do this to us?"
"I don't know," Mid says gravely, "But I think both of us will go mad if we don't drink from that bottle..."
"Come, come, Violet! Let us drink from the bottle! It can not hurt us..."
Violet face looks like she will almost give in, but she remembers Mid's words.
...And don't let ANYTHING get in our reach. And refuse us. We might go mad, break down, whatever. But DO NOT let us drink, OK?"
Mid
3 hours later.
All I can think of is the searing, burning pain that climbs my throat. I can't sob. I can't talk. I won't. It would kill me, I'm sure. I sure can yell though. If I can;t talk, then how can I yell? I don't know. But I can't stop yelling. All I can do is yell with a crazed madness tone to my voice. I look at Violet. Rose passed out long ago, but I am still here in the land of pain. Torture. Violet is crying silently. By the look on my face she wants to give me the bottle, but every time I reach for it I shake my head so vigorously that I make myself sick. I yell myself to sleep.
Rose
(Rose has passed out)
My throat is practically on fire! Even if the liquid in the bottle can kill me, it would calm my searing pain. To try and distract myself, I think of how graceful look, my tresses flowing around the coach. A crispy, burnt rose tinges my memory, and I feel pain, yet again. I can feel myself struggling to unbind myself. So this is it. Both me and Mid are in separate trances. Oh my roses, what if we turn into those hideous, brainless creature that look like wrinkled beasts? I... I think we will be as possessed as them, but hopefully not nearly as unattractive. Although I can barely know it, I feel my lips moving. I am saying what to myself?
The potion... The potion... Give me the potion... Violet, you can saaaave me and Mid... Just giiiive us the pooootion...
Vertia
I kneel by Rose and Midnight Charm, talking softly and comfortingly. " There, Rose, there Midnight" I am talking so much that I don't realise a sharp, burning feeling in my throat. " Water," I croak, even though I know I shouldn't do so, I reach out for the bottle and drain it in one quick gulp.
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The Anything RPG
FantasyOnce upon a time, there was a land called Echo. A land of purest white. Empty. Once upon a time, there were many girls and a couple of boys with powers. Once upon a time, there was a group of role-players who were about to make the best of friends. ...
