A Moment for a Solo [Ipos - The Midway]

As he did a pose here and one there. Ghost was having a ok time. It was as each desser doll lead him to another one. Soon enough he would get closer to one sitting on a bench. As he looked at it. It's face seem to be as if it was thinking of something or one. As he walk closer to it. He would sit down and start to think. " Now what, it seems that these things are never ending and on top of that. Each one of them seems to be dancing to a certain song. But the point is what type of song are they dancing too?" As he looked over he would see another one laying on the floor. It head it's head down in it's hand. As if it fell and was embarrassed or was about to give up. Trying to do a dance number.

Just then he would start to hear music playing it was soft but as he looked. At the sitting desser doll. He could in fact hear music coming from or by it. It was a soft melody. It was playing a happy tune with a bit of sorrow and that's when it hit him as he said out loud standing up. " This thing is thinking back to when it use to dance. Could this desser doll be some one from the pass. Whom the master of this tower use to dance with? Could each of these tunes playing be a song the dijinn use to play or loved to hear? Or could it be how the master of the tower use to look.But what does that have to do with me. How can I move on?" He would think this as he sat back down and put himself in the same position pose as the desser doll. Only to start tapping his right foot to the beat of the melody he was hearing.

As Ghost pondered to himself he would see that there was really no purpose in doing so as nothing would happen as the mannequins seemed only to pose and representing something of a false show. Instead, he would likely find himself stuck in his own thoughts for a moment, though as he might get lost in these ponderings to himself he would find that there was one small change with those around him

They all seemed to have moved into a thoughtful position, or some sort of philosophical performance as if they were experience some sort of great emotion or revelation. It was small, but it was another thing for him to think about, would he figure out the secret of this room, or if there even was one?

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When it came to life there was always a time when people were faced with choices that seemed hopeless, or like the solution wasn't probable, and at those times people often make drastic choices that end up with obvious answers of it works, and at that moment Silva had punched through the door he would immediately notice that it was indeed a mistake

As his fist crashed through the sliding door it would create a hole that barely just showed what was on the other side. More importantly however as Silva had broken through the door the first thing he would feel is warmth and wetness. Then he would feel something gentle and just as unsettling as a soft yet slimy object caressed around his arm. He would have time to react, but it was obvious that whatever it was had been getting familiar with his taste as it finally spoke.

"Time to empty out the room isn't it?" The gravely almost distorted voice would feel grating on ears just as the breath that followed its voice seemed to singe arm-hairs.

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As the clapping and up roaring laughter were causing the Fanalis to break her tough act and succumb to her emotions the clapping had gotten more uniform and even continued to do so as she had chosen to calm herself down from the upsetting situation she had found herself in.

With the sound of the voices and clapping being blocked out and focused upon by Menat she would find herself finally in a form of meditative peace. The sound around her was beginning to sound more peaceful to her as it seemed like all the harsh noises had started to deafen and only let the sound of softer clapping and laugh that also started to fade away slowly. Instead of the origin of the laughing and clapping she was granted something else.

From within her head, she would hear a voice of a young woman who seemed to be pleading as she said only one word. "Run"

Once those words were said the sound of something being built could be heard and a light shone on the back of the amphitheater as suddenly a door had appeared. It was fine and it was wooden with handles that looked like seahorses, but it was still up the stairs, and as Menat would hear the voices hadn't really stopped she would have to decide what to do amongst the stage and ghostly advice.

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The gilded room might've seemed like some sort of glamourous prison or asylum as nothing had seemed to really happen in Khalik's room as he played with the main object and even played games and taunted the world around him. Was he being watched or was he playing a game with himself?

However, he would not wait long to get an answer from the apparent voice that had asked him if he had wanted to play."Oh, the rules? There are no rules, you can leave or you can play with me."

As the voice had spoken Khalik would hear a noise behind him and if he looked he would find that there was an ornate door golden and like the room around him as it was draped with finery. It seemed that the voice had truly offered him the chance to leave, or to stay and play.

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Despite the chance of leaving being offered Tenma had been more enticed by the blurry mirror that was slowly fading into some form of an image. Though it would eventually come into the shape it would take a moment and who knows how long the door would stick around?

After a few minutes, the image would finally come to fruition as it would show a large library, endless in nature with rows and rows of endless books. It was indeed just an image evident from the shine of the glass, but it was still clear he was seeing something as it was happening. The doorway behind him was still there and it didn't seem like anything was happening to it at the moment. He would be free to look at the moment as he saw what he was looking for, Noir, running towards something in the library.

With the exit behind him and what he sought behind a mirror that viewed her situation, he was faced with leaving or bearing witness to what was about to happen to her.

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In the room of endless books, Noir had been faced with a strange creature that she had decided to run towards and would be confronted with something more mind-boggling than what she had found in the books. When she had eventually made it to the other side she would find it was still and crouching, but then soon enough it had gotten up letting it her see its towering height and true appearance.

With large golden eyes and a mostly fleshy appearance, it looked like a melted monster of a man with a tendril in its back that rose off into the sky above. It was disproportionate and it looked like it was sickly as much as it looked like a monster. It had looked upon Noir and slowly gazed at her up and down.

It seemed to scan her for a moment as after it had finished its placid face had quickly shifted to a twisted smile with its tongue hanging out and rolling onto the floor as it gazed at her only saying two words. "New Toy..."

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As Zubadiah would run through the rain she would hear something behind her, and it was tearing up the tiles of the bathhouse as it chased after her. It must've been somewhat jarring for the woman as it seemed to be aggressively chasing her to the very last end of the room until she had entered through the door.

As she crossed the door onto the other side she would notice two different things. First off was that the door had closed behind her instantly and it would bang loudly with a crash as whatever had been chasing her seemingly stopped with it hit against the door loudly. The second thing that she would notice was that she had indeed made it to another area that was different and she was indeed still naked at the moment but had her bag, tools, and weapon again.

The room around her was an odd place, it was a large forum of sorts with gold, marble, and other fine materials decorating this as a place of prestige. There were what looked like ghostly images of people as translucent vague shapes moved around the hall. However, most interestingly were at the end of the hall where there was a large magnificent gate and what looked like her ally who had been ripped away from her standing there as if they had just woken up. They hadn't noticed Zub, but neither had the ghosts around her as she would still have to make it down the halls towards it.

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Hyperion had been through somewhat of torture up until now with the coffin and the dropping, but he had been at the edge of escaping it all with the door at the end of the room. Nothing would happen with the door, and it would stay there if he chose to rush towards it. However, it was clear that the scene behind him was not the same as it was just moments ago.

There was no longer a peaceful funeral as instead it was all wrecked and it looked like the room had aged a hundred years or so with cobwebs and cracks. The most striking difference was that he was no longer alone as he had once been before. Instead, he would be face to face with what looked like a giant head stretching down from the ceiling that had been burned thrice over. It stared him down with a creepy face as it stretched out further and then its hands came down.

With seven different arms reaching through different holes in the ceiling and the sealed lips of the burnt creature popped open with a wet squish as the skin separated with blood dripping down its teeth as it spoke in a raspy voice for one request. "Feed me..."

Hyperion was caught unawares by the magic that had enshrouded this place. Even as Noir had warned him, such a location was beyond his wildest imagination. Hyperion has perhaps expected maybe a mourning crowd dressed in all black to appear, or perhaps another coffin with a vampire,

He would meet the dripping faces eyes. The seven arms attached to the ceiling would only serve to remind him of a spider. Thankfully, being surrounded by beasts, slavery, torture his whole life and just having given up on his life in this very dungeon, there was little fear. In fact, fascination seemed to stir in him. Hyperion would use his magoi to feed this hungering creature, creating two palm-sized snacks by sustaining his snack time. Then tossing the snack time past the burnt lips, into the bleeding orifice.

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Magoi:260

Tier: B
Class: Race
Type: Supplementary
Range: Close (1m)
Requirements/Drawbacks: Healing can only be applied after consumption. Snack time does not enable regeneration, it only assists the basic healing function of the body. The benefits of Snack Time cannot be stacked; a character can only gain the benefits of Snack Time once per turn.
Scaling: For every 10 extra Magoi spent, the tier of healing is increased by one.
Sustain: 1
Cool Down: 3 posts
Cost: 30 Magoi
Description:
The user spurns a gelatinous snack  to be devoured. Albeit an acquired taste, this jelly bun is rife with magically nutritious prokaryotes which enhances the body's capacity for healing. For the next four turns, the target is healed as if targeted by a D-Tier healing spell.

Eww. this was clearly a mistake for the wizened magician. He felt something touching him and from the sounds and feel of things it was probably not friendly. He would say the words "Akuma no ōra" while tapping the bottom of his staff on the ground covering his body in an aura of lightning. He would then jump backwards and shout "Doragonburittsu" while pointing his staff at the door creating a large blast of lightning energy. He would then stop to try to talk to hit. "Leave creature! This classroom is under the protection of the sage Silva. Leave or you sahll meet your demise."

magoi 280/320

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Giving some of his time to wait until the blurry mirror had a clear image was not bad after all, in fact, Tenma was surprised that he was able to see a library. He thought that Noir would love that place and perhaps his companion, Zubaidah, would love it too. With a sigh, the man would wear his eyepatch again although his one eye would widen as he saw someone he recognized although he was not sure if this was just another trick. He would see Noir running towards something within the recording, but he couldn't see what she was chasing. To be honest, he couldn’t tell if she was in danger or not at the moment, but the swordsman didn’t want to waste any more time. He might need to find her for now to see if she was really inside a library at the moment.

Tenma would quickly bring himself towards the door and opened it, marching through anywhere it would lead him to as he hoped to find Noir and his companion as well.

Menat's theory of removing the source of entertainment from the invisible masses didn't prove to be as entirely effective as she had thought. Yes she had managed to calm herself down, her focus on her breathing helping in the matter immensely, but it hadn't stopped the faceless audience from their mockery of her. She could still hear them laughing and clapping as she sat silently in the center of the stage with her eyes shut. There had been one thing aside from managing to calm herself that resulted from her meditative attempts. A single, actual voice could be heard among the masses. It seemed to speak directly to the young princess in a frightened, somewhat panicked voice itself. That of a young woman as well who only said a single word. "Run".

The word caused the girl's eyes to snap open in an instant as the sound of something being built behind her became mixed with the sounds of the audience. Shooting to her feet she turned around to find a door having appeared higher up in the steps that hadn't been there before. It had to have been a way out! The Eldest of the Meridian children made a break for it without a second thought, her focus completely on the door to the point she could no longer register the clapping and laughing around her. Reaching her hand for the knob she grabbed it fully with every intent to rip the door right open.

She closed the door. It did not matter what had been behind her. She could not even begin to imagine whatever it was. She simply closed the door and left it behind.

Her equipment returned, she would escape nakedness and clothe herself gladly. It seemed her companion Amnet was returned as well, confusion writ upon her face, but her safety assured. Embracing one another, they headed quickly towards the large-looking gate. Their lips silent, they would attempt not to disturb their mute hosts, since they were simply guests enjoying the Dungeon’s hospitality. Intrigued by these ghost-like figures, Amnet would note down her experiences inside her leather-bound book. But Zubaidah was getting anxious that they should reach that gate, hurrying her along so she could touch the golden frame.

“Who are you?” Noir would ask the creature, keeping her stoic expression intact on her face. The abomination in front of her didn’t faze her, she saw something like that before and it didn’t bother her at all. Instead, she felt more curious about this thing. “Are you the guardian here?” She would ask again, finally accepting the fact that there might not be any librarian in this large place after all. The huge creature stared at her with its twisted smile and Noir would be able to see its tongue rolling onto the floor with a quick glance before shifting her gaze back towards the monster’s golden eyes. She was being cautious, playing with this thing would be hard because of its size, however the magician would be more than ready to spend some time with it. Although, she was kind of worried about the time she spent within this library… it would be much more simple to just go through the door, but then again, who knew what would be waiting for her within the door.

To stay in inquisitive captivity or relinquish his bondage? It seemed hardly a choice, for he'd give an answer with only a pretense of thought.

"A tantalizing offer, you devilish voice of mysticism," yet he rose as he spoke with no hesitation to stall his gliding feet. "But even I grow tired my own devilish good looks in due time— and that times is now." Before his cell door, he collected one last gaze about his lavished room until his crimson eyes fell upon that fancy instrument.

"You don't mind if I borrow this do you? It'll make for such a precious reminder of all the time we shared in this little box." Regardless of the answer given, Khalik would bid adieu to his ethereal acquaintance as he attempt to escape isolation with the lyre in tow.

As he looked on he would start to take notice at how the desser dolls moved. Well he think they did. Truth be told he was at a lost and just wanted a way out. He was dangerously close to using one of his magic tools. As he held his head up high. He would put his hand over his forehead. But as he peeked through his fingers he would take his hand down. With a shock he would see up above paintings. He would then look down and see that the desser doll that was sitting down was staring at something. Soon he would walk over to it and sit right next to it again. With a smile on his face he would stand up. Thinking to himself. "These are all the same thing. The same person to say the least. Each desser doll is posing as is. Because they are doing a dance. I bet I need to place the desser dolls like the paintings. But I need to see the paintings first. I could barely make out the one after the second post."

Soon he would walk to place the first two desser dolls together side by side. As he realized that they did in fact change in a way. He would set the dolls to try to match the paintings.

When Ghost would look up he would see no paintings, there was only darkness in the area around him and if he tried to light the area around him nothing would happen. However, this would not be the same for the mannequins even as he would fiddle with them more. It would seem any time he might turn around he would notice that there was another one who had gotten closer to him.  Eventually, this would keep up until he would find himself surrounded by them in a makeshift cage as he wouldn't be able to step more than a half meter in any direction.

This is when something would finally happen as a door would swing open, but not from where one might expect, the ceiling. It was about fifteen meters up above, and it would reveal partially what was going on around him. The Mannequins were all connected by a tendril in their feet that all trailed to a creature in the back of the room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all a deep obsidian black material that absorbed the light making it dark in the room. However, even in a dark room like this, the creature would become visible as it stepped forward, it looked like a colossal head of melted flesh as it inched forward its lips parting as it breathed and grunted with its pitch-black eyes staring him down.

"Get out.."

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The voice of the beast would start to distort as it talked from the other side of the doorway. "Class is over, GET OUT!"

What burst through the door next was what looked like a giant flesh beast that was primarily a mouth with large club-like arms to walk on and a tendril in its back that trailed through the door it came on. It had walked in, ready to take the blast if he fired it, and even if he did it wouldn't kill it, like this part of it didn't matter as much as it seemed to be constantly moving, not just it, but its muscle and mass was statically moving around like it was liquid flesh.

Within a moment it would begin smashing the room around Silva and he would notice that the classroom was more fragile than he might've imagined. Not only were the benches and blackboard smashed within seconds the walls were quick to fall as well as if they were paper and he was in a diorama. Suddenly Silva would find himself in a very different place.  It was a large hall made from ornate materials and filled with ghostly like figures walking around featureless and not responding to much around them. There was a lot to take in, as in the distance there was a gate and what looked like a pair going towards it. While behind him the creature was melting away into its tendril slithering away.

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Menat grabbed the door at such speed and force she sent it flying backward behind her and as she would make it into the next room she would hear the result of her flying door with an ominous noise as there would be a loud wet squish followed by a high pitched squeal.

Soon enough she would find herself in an area that Silva and Zubadiah had come out into. The ghostly people had started to hurry up towards their destination. However, this would not be nearly as important to the fanalis as what appeared to be the gate to the next area could be seen in the distance with two people already close to it. With that and the noise of whatever was in her room starting to recover she might want to get going to it.

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Khalik would hear nothing but a giggle as he would leave, it sounded simply like a little girl laughing because she had fun, but as he exited there would be a large slam as the door shut and was seemingly locked from the noise of it behind him. He was gone from his lavish prison, but he found himself only in a more lavish place than he was in before. Though there were ethereal shades of ghosts moving hurriedly from hall to hall there were other contestants in the distance and a gate at the end of the hall tempting them all.

However, there was something else going on as a crack would spread all throughout the ground for a moment and trap door could be seen as the cause of it in the distance behind him.

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As time seemed to passed one would wonder what decision Noir would make the creature decided to make it for her as it decided to ask questions. "No, not a guardian." Its words shifting to the sound of a young sickly sounding boy as it suddenly unhinged its jaw.

Within a second before Noir would be able to react it would let out the deepest bellow she might've ever heard and as it sounded like he was harmonizing with himself it would start to lift her up and as she would feel herself be lifted she would feel herself be thrown just as quickly. While she had been hesitant to go through the doors before she would be sent flying through the doors, it would hurt but not enough to do any significant damage to her. The sound had protected her somewhat as she would land on her rear on marble flooring.  Just as she might have realized what happened she would see someone running by her, someone with purple hair.

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Tenma and Zubadiah might not have been thinking of meeting up immediately, but they would be meeting back up quicker than they thought. As Tenma opened his door he found himself just infront of Zub as she ran down the hall, with enough space for them to notice each other as she made her way, and while he would notice the gate there were a few things that the dungeon contenders would see. They would see all the other side people, from a sumo to the companions that came in with Hyperion and Noir as well as their own.

However, this was not the most surprising thing to happen as they would see what was happening to the hall around them within a matter of moments as they would move. While Zub would make it to the gate in time to touch it, she would not make it in time to miss the truth of the room before she was warped away.

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Hyperion had chosen to feed the snacks made from his own slime to the odd creature that was in front of him, and at first, it seemed to keep him at ease. Though this would not last for long as suddenly with a   loud sonic boom the beast burst forward with speed suddenly pushing him back as the tendrils attached to it would start ripping apart the ceiling as it pushed into him. Things would start to get uncomfortable for him real quick as it would start to lick him and then send him crashing through the door and it would keep pushing him until it finally was forcefully stopped and Hyperion would find himself sliding through ghosts along cracked marble flooring and catching sight of the other contenders and his ally. He would have the time to compose himself and he would likely see the gate in the distance.

However, finally, they would all start to notice things that would be hard for them to comprehend or forget, as the walls started to crack apart and behind it there could be seen flesh in some parts that were starting to retract all leading towards the same place. What could be assumed as the cellar as the cracked flooring finally gave way as it was burst through. With a large face of melting flesh bursting through the ground, it would send Ghost flying out of the basement with the mannequins attached to it and he would find himself soaring into the air.

This was not the end as the flesh from the basement sent itself into the air its tendrils pulled and soon the flooring, ceiling, and walling was torn apart as entire rooms were emptied and broken as all the flesh pulled itself back together. Everyone would see the flesh monsters they saw before were not separate and instead were all one that had been weaved through the structure of the hall they had been in.

As it gathered itself into a giant mass it formed a normal human face for once as it stretched out with a body trying to form behind it and it finally said one thing to it, as its voice began to shift through a myriad of ages and accent. "GET OUT, I AM THE JANITOR AND I WILL CLEANSE THESE ROOMS OR I SHALL CLAIM YOU AS WASTE."

With parts of it starting to stretch out into fleshy weapons and it creating multiple legs it seemed ready to give them all a chase, and they would have to act quick. It wanted them out and there was an exit, and it worked as they would all get the chance to see Zubadiah touch the gate and be warped away.

The Janitor:

From the crackling of, well, cracks, the young assassin's leg sprung into a brisk walk to catch his better dungeon-goers, and put space between whatever omen lurks his behind. Of course, this jaunt was not the average Saturday stroll through the park, for the rumbling picked its pace and so too did Khalik's blood level. Once more, his egregious discipline has reared its ugly head as his feet now flew like the abusive drumsticks of a Tom-Tom, but not nearly fast enough for his mental comfort.

If this was the so-called "Game" that disembodied voice was selling then Khalik was not amused. Sure, this would make for good tale in those shoddy taverns stooped from reality, and even provide a good laugh in coming years, but he has to make it to those years; and, right now, it was a toss-up if he could make it to the next minute.

He drove himself with all intent of self-preservation, and the boy barreled through anyone slow enough to hang around. If luck would have it, he would leap for the gate, his outreached hand colliding with magical architecture.

It was a surprise to see what was waiting for him behind the door, there was a sense of relief within him when he saw Zubaidah right in front of him. He would notice that she was running towards something and he would see that it was a gate, perhaps similar to the gate he touched before he got warped to that mirror room. Seeing how she was rushing, the one eyed man followed the purple haired woman and noticed that Rui Li, his companion was in the room with the other companion of different contenders. The silver haired girl would notice the general calling her name and she would quickly follow suit to walk towards the gate.

Since the swordsman couldn’t find Noir even after he got out of that room, he thought it would be best to move on for now and see if he would be luckier at the next area. Tenma would then lift his hand, following what Zubaidah did and would touch the gate right after with his companion. However the moment he touched the gate, he would see Noir come flying from somewhere as if she was being thrown by something before landing on the floor. It was already too late for the swordsman to go back to be honest, so with a little bit regret, he would move forward to the next area.

“Oh?” Noir would react to the answer that the creature gave to her and she would notice how the voice shifted to something else, as if it was able to do a lot of voices. But before she could say anything else, she would hear the deep loud roar coming from the creature and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted up and without enough time to react, she would be thrown through the door. The magician would let out a pained yelp when she landed on the marbled floor, whimpering because she felt the ache on her rear when she tried to stand up.

Although slowly, the magician would be able to get up, wanting to find that very creature only to see a purple flash running past her. But the sight of the creature who gathered itself would catch Noir’s attention, especially when it formed a human face and let out many different voices. From what it said, it wanted them to get out of the room or it would claim them as waste, meaning to clean them up a.k.a disposing them. With a frown, the magician would stand still as she finally reunited with both Haku and Shousui again, staring right towards the Janitor without any fear… but only curiosity.

Success! Menat found the door working as one would expect a typical door to function. The young Fanalis practically ripped the wooden piece from its hinges as she threw it open but she didn't care, her only concern was to dive through it into the new space she could see it lead to when it did open. Throwing herself through the freshly opened portal the redhead would tumble into a roll, springing up and turning immediately in order to reverse what she had just done and bring the door slamming back shut before anything had the chance to chase her out through it. Of course with the fact that anything that had been in the room with her lacked a visible form she couldn't have been one hundred percent positive that she had succeeded in her attempts.

Her newest location was that of a large hall crafted from ornate materials she didn't have the time, or breath, to try and figure out as she rest with her back pressed against the now closed door while she attempted to catch her breath. Ghostly figures drifted aimlessly around responding to nothing that came across their paths. The featureless entities showed their lack of caring as they passed though anything and everything that ended up in their path. Some seconds passed as the ghostly figures seemed to actually increase their pace and began to actually rush towards their intended location. "That can't be a good sign..." She muttered to herself. Scanning her crimson eyes across the hall Menat would take immediate notice of the pretty lady, Zubadaiah, and the one-eyed man she had encountered in Kina standing before what looked to be another gate.

The room shook with a heavy impact as a gigantic creature of some sorts burst through from seemingly nowhere, seemingly driving an individual she wasn't able to identify through the ghostly creatures. All around the hall various doors she had failed to notice prior began to slam and bang, even the floor as well, until more creatures were pulled from each of them. Tendrils connected the creatures, pulling them towards the first one that had appeared until they became a maliable form of flesh. The solitary creature, divided among the various rooms of the hall, began forming a human like face and boomed at the contenders in a voice that shifted through ages and accents that it was something referred to simply as "The Janitor" and it would cleanse the rooms while disposing of any of the challengers.

"Nope!" Menat said simply, her own door still held shut behind her back began to buck around like a stallion with the wood beginning to splinter and fracture. Off by the gate she noticed Zubadiah come into contact with the portal before being magic'd off and saved the possibility of having to deal with the creature still forming before the rest of them. Without a second's hesitation, putting all her hopes in the natural speed she took so much pride in as a Fanalis, she would make a mad dash for the gate herself. Her attention in making sure that she managed to avoid a misstep and fall to the newly opened basement below. Should she manage to avoid the forming limbs of the Janitor and the possibility of falling into the room below the Princess of Meridia would place her hand upon the gate as well with every intent of following Zubadiah's lead and leaving the rest to deal with the creature.

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Hyperion had felt a connection, perhaps from the cruelty of slavery while still being a beast tamer. There was a charm and fascination with such a beast. Perhaps he had seen such a creature in nightmares past, but being around spiders, vampirelords and skeleton lords, it was clear there was no horror in Hyperions eyes. In fact, to spend more time with this monstrosity, Hyperion would slowly raise his hand to the beast trying to grab Its attention. This would inadvertently give the other challengers time to escape. Either way, Hyperion would plan to deal with this creature. Perhaps defeating this creature would lead to his understanding of what had just happened.

Oh no that is not good at all, the room is now melting and he was in another place with a giant flesh creature in front of him and the gates behind. He would notice the others near him as well. Silva looked at the monster in slight terror, he was not a battle crazed lunatic or some kind of crazed pyro that burned everything. He was just a reformed assassin that was trying to court a former ruler of kina. So he would just urn around and begin running, seeing shou. "GO go go!!! touCh the damn gate boy! He would shout as he keeps running before touching the gate to leave the midway.

Before he realized it he was surrounded. Ghost would be shocked to say the least. Was they going to attack him or what? This is what was going on in his mind. As he was slowly reaching for his stave. He would hear something yeah "GET OUT" with a dark voice as he looked on. Before he knew it all around him was being reshaped. Now things were getting kinda dim for him. As before he knew it. He was being flung in the air. But the good thing here was he was not going fast or hard. As he fell out of the sky. He was close to using his Borg. But fate would have it he did not need it. Because as he looked on. He would stand up to see he was with the same group of people. He had started with. Ghost would look on to not only see that but see that a large monster knight of some sort.

But Ghost would also notice the gate as well. Thinking to himself that he had to get to the gate. But he needed to try and get pass this guy. Just his luck he would see the two from way earlier. From some time ago. As he stood up he said not a word. But he did aim at the door. Looking on he would ease off to the side as he saw the one dude go for the monster knight attention. Trying his best to not get notice. Ghost would go by the gate. If all went well he would touch it. As it was best to leave this area. But still he realized. A battle was going to happen soon that he could not dodge and hopefully. He live to tell the tale.

In the midway things had become a blur within the chaos as The Janitor had torn apart the rooms he had been operating, and everyone had begun to rush towards the gate. For everyone who had chosen to towards it they would find themselves one after another warped up into the light as the gate took them towards the next part of the dungeon.

However, despite the request of the room's guardian one of the teams had decided to stick around, and they chose to just stare at him? As he pulled the rest of himself back together they would see that he was over fifty meters in height with a flesh density that would suggest more than 200 tons of mass. It would pull all the faces together briefly to make one large one so those who were left behind would get a good look at what they were dealing with.

"I asked you to leave, so that I may cleanse this room,  now this is the last time I will ask. Leave." Each time it spoke it would shift to a different voice, but it was obvious that it wasn't just a monster they were dealing with, it was sentient and it was speaking to them. While it spoke in a different voice its tone was the same, stern, yet composed as confirmed by how it hadn't attacked them yet.

He did instead have parts of his body form off into large hands that could reach all the way over to them and the gate from 20 meters away. Its arms would wave around in the air as if it was waiting for what sort of action it would have to end up taking. Though for now its face kept shifting around after it finished talking the Janitor seemed to be waiting for them to make its choices. This might be confusing to them, maybe he was merciful, maybe he was reactionary, or maybe he just wanted them to give him an excuse. They wouldn't know, nor would they be able to pick up his intentions as he kept shifting shape the flesh melting and reforming as it moved around his body.

As everyone left the room, Noir would feel more relieved, knowing that they safely made it to the gate. Now it was only her, Hyperion and their companions within the room, standing in front of the Janitor. The gigantic creature would speak to them, asking them to leave so he can clean the area. But the magician might have taken it too literally, it was understandable that it would be easier for the creature to clean the room if there was no one there. So she would begin to speak, replying to what the Janitor said, “There are so many rooms, it will be hard to clean it by yourself. I can help you to clean some rooms, I think I am pretty good at that because I was a slave before.”

Bonus:

Hyperion would grip the edge of his demon blade, ready for a battle when Noir would offer a more peaceful solution. He would smirk at her words, only to realize it wasn't an attempt at humor. 'Of course not, Noir doesn't even know what a joke is.' This thought alone was enough to make Hyperion burst out in laughter, easing the tension in his body normally reserved for battle.

Waving around his blade, recognizing its use outside of battle. Perhaps, after feeding and helping the creature with its task, things would resolve themselves. Fear was no longer a part of Hyperions repertoire of emotions, once you resign yourself to death, everything else seems a little less frightening.

Bonus:

"It is not that simple, soon everything will be gone, you cannot stay." They spoke more firmly this time as if they were a parental figure telling their kid to go hide because there's something dangerous outside. As he spoke his body would continue to shift and reach out around him pulling apart the doors and walls breaking down everything. It was slowly being dismantled around them, and soon enough they would see beyond the veil as part of the ceiling fell down and beyond its hole was absolutely nothing.

In the pitch-black darkness beyond there would be the never-ending and the Janitor slowly broke the hall down around them "It will all be gone soon enough, and in one form or another, so shall you."

It was obvious that he meant they could leave without him stopping them, but it also hinted at what was plausible should they stick around. In whatever way this meant it couldn't be good and they didn't have much time as his auxiliary limbs seemed to move quicker by the second.

You have two posts to go through the gate or fall into the void

"Why?" Noir would ask the Janitor, didn't understand what he meant. That was not how the dungeon work...at least that was what she knew based on her experience. Usually the dungeon will crumble when someone got chosen by the djinn but she didn't think anybody had met the owner of the realm yet, she was pretty sure the other might stumbled upon an abandoned city by now. The magician would be done with her thinking, although her ears would listen to the face shifters attentively, still feeling strange hearing so many voices decorating each words.

Noir would notice how the darkness hid behind the hall every time the Janitor broke it down, "Then what about you? Will you be gone as well? Or..." She would ask, curiosity creeped into her mind even though it was not the time to satiate it. "That's...that's sad." The girl looked down, wondering if the Janitor had been doing this for a long time, alone, 'cleaning' the room as darkness accompanied him.

"Lady Shousui, please bring Haku and touch the gate." The golden eyed girl would say to her companion and with a sigh, the older woman would say nothing. Shousui would bring the liger with her before touching the gate, using her strength to pull Haku to come with her.

Eight would get on his flying carpet, as the cicadas would come alive that were attached to his body. They would skitter and swarm as they took to the air, just as he did. Diana would also levitate in the air with a gravity spell. Now with all of them in the air to avoid the pitfalls of a deconstructing room, Hyperion would eagerly fight on equal footing.

Diana would start by preemptively protecting her team  with a Wall spell, right in front of the Janitor once she realized what her boss was planning. Hyperion would use the distraction to 4 spiderling eggs attached to a cicada each. Each Cicadas flying around the wall at A-tier speeds to make it to the Janitor with an unhatched spiderling egg. The four cicadas would crash into the janitor, and attempt to leave 4 sticky orbs on the target as Eight would reposition himself on his carpet over the Janitors head.

Magoi: 3235

Carpet 10
Wall - A wall of strength magic 3m x 3m x 3cm , capable of withstanding up to A-tier damage.
Group Gravity - Can lift up to 4 people and travel up to C-tier speeds in air.
Spiderling x4 (80magoi)


Code:
Tier: A
Class: Race
Type: Offensive
Range:  Short (2 m)
Requirements/Drawbacks:  All though their mental capabilities are near nonexistence, their survival instincts are still intact— Spiderlings will shy away from an open flame.
Scaling: For every 10 extra Magoi spent, 1 additional Spiderling can be summoned.
Sustain: Yes
Cool Down: 4
Cost: 40 Magoi
Description:
Through this gelatinous medium life can be simulated with ease to create a simulacrum of our 8-legged friend as if it was mere child's play. An egg of A-Tier Durability is created whose metric are as follows: 1 cubic meter (roughly).  Eight can remotely accelerate the propagation of bacteria to hatch the egg immediately, otherwise they will hatch at the start of the next post. Causing 1 A-Tier Spiderling have been summoned, which are 0.5 meters tall. Its physiology is little different than an oversize prokaryote, so it will skitter to consume the nearest creature other than the summoner. They can move up to 10M a round.  Once touched, must use A-tier strength to remove them, or deal A-tier damage to destroy them.

The Janitor had spoken to them all multiple times now, and he felt that he had been quite clear what he had desired of them. Even as the world around them was beginning to crack he had been ignored, whether it was curiosity, compassion, violence, cruelty, or even just a whim they had chosen to stick behind with him. It was all a bit confounding to him and it would be obvious as his form began to shift once again.

His face had become the most distinct it had ever been, with soft somber-looking skin, but also having strong and angular looking features. His face just looked down upon them as if they were his students or his children and they had just disappointed him for the last time as he spoke to them his words carrying the same weight. "I had thought you, could be, would be, better."

With the slime creatures coming towards him he felt as if they had chosen to attack them, and even if they hadn't been it was too late and they had finally forced his hand. His body would twist up towards the air as he unhinged his jaw, but yet at the same time, tendrils would start to grow off and split towards them even as the rest of him continued the deconstruction of the world around him. He had grown large bat-like wings that had begun to beat powerfully showing that as they formed he had incredible control over his body as his massive size was kept afloat. His tendrils would split into a total of sixteen different mouths and began to sing out a deathly mimicry cry as they positioned themselves around them in a five-meter radius. However, this was not the end as at the same time his main head had opened almost as wide as his body it's gross, muscley, bloody insides obvious as it let out a Death Wail intent on unleashing a symphony of deathly music as they harmonized and regardless if it hit them or not they would at least hear the terrifyingly beautiful noise as would the others who had gone through the gate.

With the music that had been made and the disappearing midway it had become a scene from a divine nightmare graced with the sight of the ever-morphing Janitor who centered the room afloat as he had shared his lament with them.