Tourn RP Archive

... Madison would awake in a strange room- four gray stone walls surrounded her, and a stone floor, with a clear glass ceiling showing various stars and galaxies above. It would be almost beautiful, if not for the circumstances. It was so see-through, it wasn't even the slightest bit reflective. Convenient! The room itself was mostly featureless, just the four walls with no decor... And seemingly no exit?? Madison sat along the wall of the room, a migraine fading from her head as she woke up. The tingling was gone, and she had full control over her body. On the wall behind her were chains, they looked brand new and shiny. Two sets were stuck in the wall, chaining her hands up to the wall tightly. There was a man in the room. With black hair and green highlights- shaved on one side with an intricate pattern. Their eyes were dark voids, besides one pinprick of white, glowing light. He wore a flowing open robe, green pants, and green dress shoes. His body was riddled with red scars-.. Burns, maybe? His right arm was bandaged up and shaking terribly, along with his left shoulder. His entire gray outfit was stained with blood. He was laying on the ground, motionless. Maybe Madison could have assumed he was dead- or sleeping- if not for his faint breathing and occasional blinking. But that was not what Madison was concerned about right now. She had been taken- but she knew Isabelle and Errol had too- they must be around here somewhere! She frantically looked around the room, and pulled at her chains, but the only other one in the room was Rakin. "H-help-" Madison called out, her voice weak. Luckily, for Rakin, even that was enough to wake him. He moved his arms under him and pushed himself back up to his feet, looking down at Madison. This was not good. At all. Madison tried to dig in to her pocket dimension but- it was unreachable. She had nothing to work with besides her legs, which she wouldn't be too keen on taking apart at the moment. All she could do was stare up at her captor in horror, getting grim reminders of the last time she had been in a situation like this. "Hoyseksagu." The man spoke and placed his hand on her head. A bolt of electricity went through her, causing her to scream and make her legs jolt oddly. Rakin shrunk back, putting his hands over his ears. "Silence. Please." Rakin huffed, glaring down at her. Obviously, that did not help calm her nerves or uncontrollable breathing. "Do you not have anything to say to me?" Rakin asked. All Madison could do was hyperventilate. "Well, then I will just give you a quick rundown before I send you on your way." Rakin said as he sat down in front of her. "You have been entered in to a tournament, I am sure you are familiar with the concept. We have spared you from having to make your own way here this time, so maybe your friend Isabelle can avoid nearly killing anyone before we start. That would be quite disappointing." A tournament. Of course. What else could this be. Madison's breathing was reaching a tipping point here- and her body was growing numb with stress. "But do not fret, none of my companions are here to hurt you. That will be up to the other competitors. I hope it is comforting to you that instead of getting tortured in a dungeon after losing, you will simply die!" Yeah, hearing that was enough. Madison's head slumped down as she knocked herself unconscious. "... Hm. Hopefully the others will be more talkative..." Rakin mumbled.