Sweet dreams are made of these...

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[ Calibration Rooms ]
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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf chews on it a bit more, before dropping it off the bed. Perhaps she's allowed to touch it, assuming she wants to pick up the wolf-slobbered on item. ]

[grounds]

[She's handled way worse before. There's a chuckle before she crouches down to take it.]

What, are we playing fetch now? Fine. Just make it fun. [And she takes hold of the doll.]

[wolfuncaged]

Everything changes the second she touches it. The room is big and grand, now, definitely not the same place. A group of men and women in robes are milling around, talking, laughing, entertaining. It's a party.

You move your head to take in the room, but you feel a sharp TUG at your neck. There's a collar there, attached to a chain. On the other side is the man the doll represented. Tall and dark haired, a cruel smile across his lips.

"Pay attention, my little wolf, it's time for me to entertain my guests."

The words "yes, master" pass your lips. The doors open and a child is brought through, his clothing is torn, his skin dirty. A child of the streets. No one will miss him. No one important, anyway. The man with the chain beams, waving the group of people over, enjoying being the center of attention.

"My friends! Did you think I'd bring you here without giving you something to talk about on the way home tonight? You'd be very wrong if you did. "

He laughs and gives a nod. A knife goes into the boy from the slave who'd brought him in. He doesn't die. He bleeds and the man with the chain waves his fingers. The boy dances. He bleeds and dances and SCREAMS.

[The room changes back and the wolf is watching her, warily, on guard, occasionally letting out soft, unsure growls. ]

[grounds]

[The images clear, leaving Octavia to fall back on to her ass, unable to keep the crouch after that spectacle. She sits there for what seems to her for a long while, head down, hair forming a curtain around her.

Eventually, she does raise her head. Her face is contorted into an amalgam of disgust, rage, and hatred, lips almost forming a snarl. In the back of her mind, she can't help but think it's been a while since she'd felt loathing this intense. The doll in her hand is clutched tighter and brought to her line of vision. The wolf should be able to see as well.

Octavia takes one of its arms in her free hand-- the one that was holding the leash-- before pulling as hard as she can. The tearing starts slowly, but quickly culminates into a loud, echoing rip sound, followed by silence.

She looks over to the only other being in the room, a dry, empty expression in place.]

I see what you mean now. Tear this bastard apart. [The dismembered arm is chucked aside before she hurls the doll back his way.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf jumps up, taking the doll with a sharp SNAP of his jaws. He growls softly, before going back to tearing it, shaking it a little as he does so. He's gonna murder it to death, it's ok. ]

[grounds]

[Octavia watches him from her seat on the floor. After a while, she readjusts herself, trying something new.]

Does a lot of the stuff here pull that sort of stunt?

[wolfuncaged]

[He stars at her for a moment, the doll dangling from his mouth, before wagging his tail in response.

Yes. It totally does! ]

[grounds]

Great. [She sighs, moving to stand.]

Alright. Pick for me. Choose one you want me to see, because my guess was that one's more than enough privacy invasion for a while.

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf cocks his head to one side, before padding over to the little, well cared for dolls. After a moment of consideration, he noses the smallest of the figures at her. He appears to have a crossbow on his back.]

[grounds]

This one, huh? [Octavia's followed him, now looking at the one he's chosen.]

I've been shot with an arrow before, and it hurt. If it happens again-- even here-- we're going to have a chat. Just remember that.

[She gives the wolf a stink eye before reaching for the doll.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf huffs and it almost sounds like a laugh. His tail wags. She won't get shot, he promises.

The scene changes and she's part of a group stomping across a coastline. There are a couple of bodies nearby, bandits that tried their hand on them and failed miserably. Ahead is a bearded, black haired man, daggers sheathed on his back, he walks with a red-haired woman, armoured and built like a tank. They're muttering about routes and finding a hideout. You don't much care about the strategy, you're just here to deal with them.

You heft your greatsword onto your back when a voice interrupts you. You glance down to the dwarf beside you, he's smirking, so he's obviously got something witty to say. Best let him get on with it. ]

"So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?"

Anyone else may have got a bitter response. Some snarling remark on how it's none of their damn buisness. But you LIKE Varric, a lot, and he has earned the right to have you joke with him from time to time.

"Dance, of course," you reply in that dry tone where it's hard to tell if you're joking or not.

Varric pauses, he's clearly trying to decide which one it is.

"Really?" he ventures.

You give a solemn nod, your face a mask of seriousness.

"I run from room to room, choreographing routines."

Varric lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head and slapping a hand on his leg. This is probably the best thing that's happened to him all day.

"You're actually joking," he waves his hands in the air, making the two ahead of them turn and throw them a set of confused looks while Varric continues. "Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!"

A small smile plays on your lips, but from you, it is as much as a wide grin, and Varric knows it.

"And you thought I was always serious," you reply, as you both move to rejoin the group, Varric laughing all the way.

[The scene fades, and she's back in the room again. The wolf wags his tail happily. Isn't Varric the BEST?]

[grounds]

[The girl looks from the doll to the wagging wolf, a smile of sorts playing on her lips.]

I'll tell you right now, if you're asking me to dance, I'm going to say no. But I'd be okay with watching you.

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf does a little play bow, and gives a solid bark. But he shan't be dancing, it seems she has hit her two item limit, and with a flash of white light, she's out of the room. Hope you had fun. ]

[grounds]

[She'll get you a pretty new doll, Fenris, don't worry.]