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

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[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf gets up from his bed, padding over. He gives Robin a disdainful look, before carefully taking the doll from his hand, moving to put it back into place. He gives a soft huff sound, then hops back onto his bed, chewing away. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he watches. having the thing taken away from him is somewhat sobering; he finally wipes up his face with the back of his sleeve, swearing a little.]

Yeah, I know. It's just not fair, is all.

[reminds him of something he fears very deeply, is all. that could happen to anyone. but he pulls himself together with surprising quickness, starting to focus on the other parts of the room.

the dolls are suddenly not interesting, because the rest don't matter to him after that. he wanders towards the ominously glowing bottle of liquid next, but mostly just because it sticks out. he's not sure he wants to touch it.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf sits up as he gets near, whining, scared. The bottle itself glows even more as Robin nears it, a blue iridescent mist rising from it. After a few more seconds, it begins to sing, a soft, melodious humming sound, inviting. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[well. that seems like a trap.

he thinks about it. he really does. but in the end, even though he reaches his hand out for it... he doesn't commit. he thinks he knows what it is anyway.

something else, maybe. everything else looks obvious, but not quite right. he avoids them all for one reason or another. eventually, he circles back to where he started, with the broadsword being the only thing left that he hasn't really put much thought into.

...it's kind of familiar, though. Vincent used to use one a lot like it.

if nothing terrible happens when he gets near it, he'll reach for it.]

TW: everything

[wolfuncaged]

[The room spins and changes and he's stuck in a memory. This one is a little different. He's in a dark, stone-walled room. He's chained to the floor. There is pain. Dull and creeping, like ice trickling through his veins. Everything else is...fuzzy. The edges of the room blur. Voices can be heard, but they seem distant and muffled, even if the shapes of the bodies they are coming from are nearby, in amongst the blurs. ]

"----surprised he's still standing. Can't even---"

[A deeper mumble. Different.]

"----gives me the spooks. Like a blighted animal, he bit---"

"---supposed to be the point, I think----"

[Another voice cuts in. This one is clear as a bell, and everything sharpens a touch in response to hearing it. Absolute obedience. Your master's voice. ]

"Have we quite finished? We have to continue."

[They mumble assent, and his face appears in front of yours for a moment. There's no concern there, he gives a smirk, possessive and proud and with just an undercurrent of lust. If you don't die tonight, you'll be expected in his bedchamber. He'll want to use you tonight.

The thought doesn't come with any fear or disgust, just a dull-minded acknowledgement. It's what's expected of you. You don't think much of anything after that though, because the process continues and suddenly all you can feel is AGONY. It's blinding and tearing and rips into you, mind, body and soul. It's like fire and ice at the same time, grasping to your skin and sinking, like claws, into your veins. There's a deep humming sound, a strange blue glow (the same as the one in the bottle) and you belatedly realise it's your chest. The markings being carved there without pause or mercy.

You scream until you're hoarse. You pass out a couple of times, hoping each time will bring death and peace. It never does, though, and soon your body is jolted out of it in intense agony all over again.

Robin is fortunate he's pulled out now. This would have gone on for hours. Now, though, he's back in the room, and the wolf is pacing agitatedly across the floor, growling. ]