Murmurr: The Gate

Moka looked at the strange boys as he came closer to the group. The way he spoke was a bit more of the I am new here sound. As he asked her rather or not were they subjected to whoever she was speaking of. She simply would shake her head in a yes manner and left it at that.
After all, he was a is a stranger to them and could be a spy before a friend.
As Mya looked on she would hear what the old man had to say. The small child did not know who he was not his connection to Ghost himself.
So to her, he was nothing more than a means to an end. As he was barking orders at them. But unlike Moka, this was her first Tower Of Power as well, and a bit scared she was.

As the duo walked along the wayside. The winds would knock on them. It was mighty and it was powerful. But alas they stand strong and kept their heads on as they both continue on their way. Looking up toward the new stranger Moka was well on her ten toes and would not let down her guard. "Almost to the gate now. We need to stay firm Mya. Just follow me and all will be alright." As Mya heard her she would roll her eyes as she would then say, "Yeah Yeah Yeah.

Higanbana smirked upon hearing Apicious respond, loving his reaction. However, she got chills on her spine as she noticed how Hyperion glared at the new recruit, resulting in her smirk fading into a flat thin line. The catgirl had a feeling that it would be her turn to be reprimanded by the master and boy, she was right. Oh well, she just had to face it. What would be the worst thing to happen? Probably death. But Higanbana couldn't care less.

"I have no intention of insulting you, Master~" The mischievous smirk returned on the white-haired girl's face, although she would bow deeply in front of Hyperion afterward. "I apologize for behaving inappropriately." She would say to Hyperion, then stand up and repeat the same gesture to Apicious, "I am not well behaved and I shouldn't have been rude to you. I deeply apologize."

Higanbana would wait until Hyperion say something as she keep bowing down, although she wasn't raised properly before, her survival instinct was her strongest feat after all and she knew when to back down. But did she really feel sorry? Who knew...

The catgirl would stay still as she was floating with Manaka and 89 to cross the bridge. But she would notice a man who seemed... upset. The girl's cat ears would perk up as she heard what the man said, sensing him putting his guard up. With these many people gathered around, who wouldn't be cautious... After all, they all came for various different reasons.

It seems everyone was either introducing themselves or had knew one another previously. This was an awkward occurrence for the male that had came alone, but he was not deterred from this. instead he would walk over to the assaulted male that while he didn't seem to give out his name he would offer a small smile as he offered his hand," Looks like we are the odd ones out. Unless you came out with someone to the dungeon. I noticed you were being pushed around by the elements, and i could help at least diminish that issue at least. You can call me Rou if you'd like," it was a small offer to the caned male but one he would extend. If he had declined the offer he would shrug and continue onward.

As the crowd began to gather it soon felt like a parade. The whole group was now marching forward their long walk was battered by the elements but they had reached the gate. The great glowing tower seemed to show the stories of hundreds upon its walls. As they approached carvings began to appear all across, spiraling to the top farther than they could see. Something or someone had brought the dungeon to life in a great flash. The artwork spiraled around, and various stories depicted squashed together. There seemed to be people at tables with food, bickering families, executions, and great games. It depicted the life of those who had lived under Murmurr's domain. At the top, it depicted something none of them would be able to see, a lord and a lady, both cursed. Destined to view worlds they should not.

The door itself radiated, warm the smell of a soft summer breeze. of a day out on the water. Amongst the storm comfort resided here. There was something more, the felt longing the felt sorrow. Their new companion tapped his staff as he slowly approached it. "Well it looks like this will be quite the stor- he was cut off as he accidentally tapped his staff across the dungeon door as he was talking. It instantly brought him into the world of Murmurr. Now they too had the chance to enter. All they had to do was touch the door. The only thing stopping them was their selves or each other.

48 hours till the next post, there will be a quick interlude post detailing your entrance, and then the separate threads will be posted.

Babi could make out the images on the tower and was happy to see that they were not words. He did not learn how to read due to his life on the streets. He would it interesting but could not make out the top which gave him some annoyance. He would figure things out eventually however, he was certain of it.

He would not hesitate as he lunges out to touch the door after seeing the man disappear. He did not trust any of the morsels that were near him and was not sure how they would react. He just wanted to get away from them.

Shishi would control the spider of living water a bit more aggressively, picking up the pace. He had seen three people enter the dungeon and he figured entering around the middle of the pack would be suitable. Chances to learn just enough from those before him, without giving such a sizeable lead.

The diving bell spiders legs would pick up in pace, reaching a pace comparable to a trained fanalis. The liquid abdomen would distort, concaving with each downburst of wind, as excess fluids would sputter across the bridge and into the ocean. To make up for lost time, the experienced spider would ram the construct into the door at full speed. Perfectly posed, inside the orb he stood a single arm outstretched to make easy contact with the gate.


Crawling around, his many legs working in concert to ambulate him, like a worm. He stared through the transparent skin but his wonder would quickly change. Unsettled and growing more and more anxious from numerous factors in the situation. "Sir, I canNOT BREATHE!" Despite there being more than enough oxygen for the both of them. His body would writhe, and Apicious would start hyperventilating only to realize that the one in control was going at a blistering pace. He would only brace himself, head tucked down as the living spider would crash into the gate, and the caterpillars momentum would send him crashing into the gate.


Manaka would bring her arms in front of her face and chest, wagging her body. She was excited to head into another dungeon. She would look at 89 and Higan closely. She seemed very comfortable with them, almost as if they were part of her own family. Despite being completely different, Higan felt like a sister to her

Her eyes would shift to Shishi when the movements seemed to shift. "Nine, pick up the pace." The magician seemed confused and would try to retort, but Manaka would give him a love tap on the shoulder. "I SAID GO!" She didn't understand what her masters goal was, but she was sure they were making a move now to get to the gate as fast as possible. The final step to her plan was to mimic Shishi, but her pose was to look like a flying hero. Gravity lifted on her stomach, one fist straight ahead!


Eighty-nine was a bit more relieved to use his magic but more importantly with some space from Eight. He could only think of him as Eight still. Making sure to travel slowly. He respected Manaka very much, but somehow he sympathized with Higan. Extreme neglect was its own form of torture. However, he hadn't dared to reach out to either of them.

That was when Manaka had given him an order. "But Master told me to-" Then followed by a soft strike, he would look to Shishi, finally realizing that he had accelerated. He wanted to follow his orders to be able to shirk blame... but his deeper understanding of his master being the one who had been their the longest as well as his trust of Manaka would lead to him to making the choice he believed Eight had desired. The group gravity lift while staying a foot over the bridge, would accelerate to catch up, stopping right as they made it to the gate so the trio could make contact and being the last of the three to touch the gate.

The cat-eared girl would caress Koinu's transparent body who was wrapping his body around Higanbana's torso. The dog seems to feel anxious about everything, but the girl understood why he would feel like that, especially to pull out the fact that they would explore the unknown soon. She wouldn't lie, she felt her heart beating fast at the moment. She could feel both excitement and nervousness at the same time, which were two feelings she despised the most. Why? Because she liked to play it cool. But it was similar to the feeling when Hyperion freed her from the cage, so deep down, Higanbana knew she would be okay.

As Manaka told 89 to bring them faster, Higanbana would back her up, "Just trust her."

It was not hard for the white-haired girl to say that, because despite of her usual uncaring demeanor, she started to put a little bit of trust in Manaka. She was a sweet girl and somehow Higanbana didn't mind being close to her. Perhaps she felt kinda happy to get a very nice and well-behaved sibling... especially compared to that son of a bitch.

As soon as they were close to the gate, Higan and Koinu would reach out their hands at the same time with Manaka and 89 so they can touch the gate together. Then, her pale fingertips would be touching on whatever material the gate was made of. A grin appeared on her face as she braced herself... wondering how the unknown would welcome her.

There was silence for a moment as he blinked. Was he ignored by the male or did they not pay credence to his help? He stood for a moment beside the dark haired, cane wielding male before shrugging to himself. Whatever had happened to him prior to this must have been extreme if he did not want to speak to others. Rou would still remain at his current position which would have been at the front of the pack now since that was where the black haired vagabond was, but since the male had continue moving forward so would he. He kept a close eye on the male and those around him, but as he found the male blundering and disappearing due to his cane tapping against the door of the dungeon there was an inaudible gasp that had flown from the half-giants lips. While it was true he did could not perceive to know what had been going on, he was snapped from his confusion by the unfamiliar voice of a person. Craning his next ever so slightly he would look down to the voice and smile as he nodded and gave his own name...well nickname," I am Rou...Nice to meet you two. Yes I am...traveling. Looking for a new place to call my own.," his voice had been soft, yet booming.

As the two essentially implored Rokurou to touch the door, not just to enter but because someone had some sort of malicious or seemingly malicious intent, he would follow suit touching the door at the same time as Zub would. A eerie, yet new sensation would take over his form as the Rukh overtook him yet he did not fear nor freakout. Taking in a deep breathe he would allow the natural flow to take in and hopefully when he opened his eyes again he would be in a new place. A new adventure awaited on the other side of the door.

As everyone rushed to the door, first the snack hit it, and upon touching the door vanished, but this time it seemed to produce a gust pulling towards the entrance. Then there was the young Imu, as his hand had graced the door once again the wind began to pull, this time with enough force to inch them each a bit closer. Each member in the group of Hyperion the door began to pull with such force that it was hard for the dungeoneers to not fall to the ground. The nail that would seal the fate of everyone was when the elderly Gero would rise his mighty flames, for they were an extension of his will and the gate of Murmurr would recognize that. They were already close enough beforehand for his extended inferno to lick at the tower's door, with it's pull there was no way to avoid it.

The moment the warrior's flames touched the wind became a vacuum, those who were already approaching would find themselves suck in. Even those that did not move, could not resist it's pull. This was a ride in which each of them would bring into. The world would vanish into an array of light. Everything was blank, but slowly everything would come into vision.

It started off as colors, red, blue, and yellow in streaks, a long, long tunnel of nothing but this light. It would feel like minutes and hours were passing, unwinding to prepare them. Then after what would feel like years, they would see each other. They would see Gero's flames dancing around them all, they would see the groups that were already forming. Now, they would feel the world around them as everything suddenly slammed to a halt. They floated, suspended into the air, in the world of colors until then, a great city would stand before them. Towers and castles, great fields and streams that seemed to rise into the air on cliffs and rising stones.


"I don't think this will do at all.." A voice would say, sadness lingering on her words. A maiden, dressed to the nines in her best gown. Her third eye, stared at them, intensely. Once again addressing the group. "Before I can let the group of you move on to the rooms of your fate you need proper clothing. You're going to live here, each group may face different worlds but that is your challenge. Live in my world, and face the struggles that each path brings. Live and die, and learn from failure as we had. Learn from joy, suffering, and madness. Welcome to the world of me, Murmurr."

You must post in this thread before you can post in your appropriate group threads. They will be up later tonight, after that I will be posting in each group every 48 hours. Please pick your attire for your time in Murmurr. These are only examples, it should be Tudor era/early renaissance style clothing

https://www.medievalcollectibles.com/product-category/eras-cultures/tudor/tudor-clothing/
https://www.tudorshoppe.com/
https://www.historicalclothingrealm.com/shop-by-theme-renaissance.html

Babi would hear the voice and see the woman. He was not sure who this person was or what they desired but he would soon find himself in a robe that was a benedict monk style. It fit his snake body weird but would manage to stay on. He felt like he had to obey this person;s wishes. He now knew they world as food and predators and his instincts were screaming to flee from this person. He was frozen in place as he was uncertain how to react after being forced to donn these clothes he has never seen before

Moka and Mya watched as the old man would cause his fire to come forth.
It was a bit odd that he would do such a thing. Well at least so fast. But it was a very good war tactical move to do. Mya did not know this guy too much. So she would always be on her guard when it came to him. Slowly but surely she would watch through the fire. As people went one by one. Mya's eyes would have stars in them. She would be in awe but still, it all would be more than a lot for her.
As Moka looked on she would then say to Mya.
"Try not to go and get yourself killed. His Majesty is not here to protect you nor will I babysit you. We have our missions and we will complete them."
Mya would look on and pull out her kunai.

"I ain't worry about being killed and I don't need no babysitter, especially you. Go in and look for a way to bring his body back to life. I have got that but yours is a bit harder. What did he mean by obtaining a new power-up?"

Soon Mya would navigate her way past the fire as she touched the Gate as Moka was right behind her.

The duo now entering their first Tower Of Power and without the aid of Ghost.
This will be one for the ages. Floating was not a big deal for the duo as they fly all the time.
It was arriving in what appeared to be a town from the old age. Mya and Moka would be looking around when they then heard a voice.

As Moka heard the voice of the Djinn whom she would believe it to be. From the tales that Ghost told her. She would give a smile and then would say out loud. "New clothes huh? Well if you say so. I would like to have that look my emperor had long ago. The one where he dressed like a Jester for a time being." Mya was still not sure what was going on she would follow suit and then would say. "The hell I look like dressing like a clown I prefer the princess treatment and style."
Mom's only looked at Mya and rolled her eyes. "Reading his Majesty's notes. We should play these games that come before us. The only thing is if we lose there ain't no do-overs."

With that, the duo was ready to get started in the Tower Of Power.

Notes
Moka chooses the Jester look and Mya the princess Look. As Moka looked at Mya she would say "Remember that in this world nothing is ever what it seems" As Mya would then say
"YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!"

Apicious

The floating Apicious had only just regained a fragment of his composure, resting on the longest segment of his body for a moment. Upon seeing some of the attire for the rest, he felt his own attire was appropriate as a former noble. Even if it may have ripped some from his transformation. However, he would simply wish for his same clothing, that would conform to his new form, but with one addition, an auric crown suited for a king.

89

89 was in a panic from reaching through the gate, never having entered a dungeon before. He saw Gero's actions but the speed of his gravity lift seemed to carry them all to safety. But it was at this point where he saw time dilate. The flames would distort and dance around him. As he came to, under the influence of the djinn from the very start, he began to vomit over himself. As he finally came to, able to adhere to the djinns words. He would simply wish for something simple and his highest aspiration was a friar. Donniing a burlap tunic down to his shins and cowl with a rope belt tied around his lithe waist.


Manaka

Manaka would punch the gate, making explosive contact with the door, now she was truly soaring. She handled the experience much better than her contemporaries as she was fully in control of her body. Now actually flying without the help from her allies, she thought of some clothing. But what she believed suited her most was a suit of armor. She would protect her family, whatever the cost.


Shishi

Shishi felt okay, he looked around to see what the rest were up to. Intrigued by what was occurring. He wondered what would best suit him, an ex slave he sought to be king. What had more value to him? His past experiences had been the foundation for his future. So to him it was easy to forsake everything.

He would grab a tarp, wrapping it and rolling it around his waist for the sensibilities of others, with a rope to keep it held up for additional security.

Apicious:

89:

Manaka:

Shishi:

Suspeneded in the air, Khalik would slap his head back together— too tangled had it been floating about the colors which danced around them. Murmur, the Djinn, had already stepped forth to greet her dripless challengers and explorers— an offense she must have taken some issue with, at least.

Be it a floating wardrobe or chest rifed with clothy flair, the wanderer would dip his head at the behest of their somber overlord. Such wierd garments were set aside for them: doublets puffed like a pidgeon's breast, puffy hoses... How was he suppose dress to impress with this? This would not do. His style was lean, not pompous air. Well, as they say, when in Rome— or Florence really, dress like you're the main character to a critical acclaimed franchise.

Besides, if you're in the search of fashion, the Italians always have your back.

Khalik, the Noble Man:

"Am I fucking high?!" Higanbana yelled to herself as she saw colors streaking in the middle of her warping. Unfortunately, she never had the chance to get high and most of what she heard was a testimonial from those filthy maids. She saw many of them smoking something, then they started to talk bullshits... and that was one of the girl's entertainment when she was behind bars. Good for her, those high bitches didn't even let her smoke their stuff when she asked for it because they were too disgusted with her. Although, much to her surprise, Hyperion, or who he should call Shishi... didn't let her touch any kind of stuff like that. He continued to give her nutritious food... not even fried food! NOT EVEN A SMALL PIECE OF TEMPURA! FUCK!

The catgirl squealed as her surroundings change after watching those crazy colors dancing in front of her eyes. But the next thing she heard was something that made her roll her eyes... she had to wear proper clothing. When was the last time she had to wear one... she remembered how that vile woman whom she addressed as mother always told her the same thing. Oh well, she had an idea... so she would dress in a proper outfit... and marched alongside Manaka and 89.

Outfit: