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I will start by saying this. It does not matter what genre, what world, what time you are from. You fit into this rp.


Known by so many names it's not worth calling it anything other then "the library". A place of knowledge, information, and wisdom. A place filled with treasures of ages long past. Or so the legends go. The truth of this place is far more reaching. The library is inter-dimensional and has an entrance on nearly every world, in every dimension, across every universe. Finding it is not always easy, most are hidden away, deep underground, far below the sea, or hiding amongst the clouds. Some civilizations are based around this odd entrance, sending warriors in to best it, to prove they are warriors, others fear it as the gate to hell, the underworld, the land of the dead, and others further see it as the gate to heaven throwing their dead inside, or the dying, to join the gods or God above.

The rp starts out with our characters entering. Starting on the same floor. The library has rules as all libraries do. A plaque on a pedestal as we enter states the six rules.

Rules:
1) No loud noises. They attract the creatures and monsters inside.
2) Time stands still here. You will not die from hunger, age, or dehydration. You will still get hungry, thirsty, and lose muscle as time goes on if you just do nothing.
3) No backsies. Once you get to a floor there is no turning back, to the outside or the previous floor.
4) Guardians: all floors have a guardian. You may not proceed to the next floor till they are defeated.
5) Each floor is different in some way, be it an advantage or disadvantage to the Guardian, or all around weird. One thing remains constant. There will always be shelves. All end walls of the floor are shelves.
6) Memories of the final floor will be wiped upon exiting. The amount of floors is something decided together, because for all we know we started on the fifth last floor of an ever expanding library. (It expands downward, never up, so no random floor additions.)

(This Rp is now closed to new players.)

Our story begins with a Thaumaturge looking for specific ruins. He had ventured across the land and had finally found it. An ornate stone temple hidden inside the mouth of a cave, with large wooden doors. He had pushed them open, to find it completely dark inside... unnaturally dark. He ventures in, not knowing the risks, a moment later, he finds himself inside The Library. Though he doesn't know that, but he turns around to find the way he came in gone. Giving a confused look at where he just was, he notices the plaque in the room, and reads it. He now knows that he's in some kind of labyrinth, as well as that he's screwed up pretty bad this time.

Looking back at the men chasing her, Krys laughed with a toothy grin as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop with her prize. This job seemed almost too easy, like stealing candy from a baby. The nine tailed thief was able to shake off her pursuers in no time and get back to her safe-house to turn in the job to get paid. Krys pulled out her journal and updated her notes on the recently finished job and then decided it might be best if she left town for a while. Stretching her arms and tails, the thief planned out her path in her head before setting off. On her way out of the city she encountered a most curious cave. Wondered if it had been there before, Krys never remembered seeing it during her many escapades.

Curiosity got the best of the sly rogue as she carefully ventured in. Next thing you know Krys pushed her way through a gate carved into the rocks to find herself shrouded in darkness. Eventually once the shroud had been lifted the thief stood there confused, how could this place be the same cave...?

With a quick scan of the sudden room she found herself in, Krys glanced quickly at the extremely pale man with similar coloured eyes before her attention turned to the plaque affixed to a pedestal. The rules might be something to remember she thought as she instinctively pulled out her journal and scribbled them down, all the while ignoring the mage. Journal still open, the rogue turned sharply on her heels to face the pale man. "Where in the seven Hells are we...?" Krys asked the mage as she titled her head sideways and pointed ears forward.

Akira and Arianna, rather than finding The Library, woke up inside of it, for Thrackerzod (or Azonious) had most likely placed them there.

Akira awoke first, starting to feel around with a numb and cold hand. She patted Arianna's face, and stuck a finger in her ear. "Mnnnnmmmmm," she groaned.

Arianna started flailing once she awoke to feel a hand on her face, and then the finger in her ear. She screamed quite loudly, and started running. Bookshelves.. bookshelves everywhere. She was unarmed, and quite an easy target, and yet she ran and ran.

Akira shrugged at the screaming, and patted around some more, still trying to find Jack. Once she felt the cool metal of his handle, she stood up, scooping him up gently. He revved in response to her murmurs.

"Yeah, whatever Jack," Akira said.

Still confused on how he got into this labyrinth in the first place, he looks around him noticing that other people have appeared as well... He also notices the... cat... human... person...? was trying to talk to him. He quickly snaps out of his dilution. "Uh... some kind of labyrinth I guess?" He the reaches into his cloak and takes out a book bound in leather and gold, and begins to flip through it's pages.

"There's something I need you to investigate."

He hadn't asked what. Asking things wasn't really his thing. He accepted the little slip of paper from the client and set off to the address written on it, some kind of abandoned factory. Probably crawling with rats. He was fine with rats.

The building was a total wreck, gutted by some weird spooky fire about a century back. The upper floors were almost impossible to access, which was fine because he was supposed to be going down anyways. There was a door in the basement, really nondescript. The kind of door that a guy could walk past his entire life and never notice. Hell, he'd almost missed it himself, and he was supposed to be pretty observant. The door kind of had a repelling force, like it didn't want to be looked at, and then the moment he noticed it it switched to an overwhelming attraction. Not like a romantic attraction he in no way wanted to make out with the door. He did wanna open it, though. This was a convenient feeling because that was what he had been sent to do. Go to the factory. Open the door. Payment upon completion. Easy. So easy, in fact, that he was kind of expecting something weird to happen when he opened it.

Yeah. Yeah kind of like that.

There was a library. Of course there was a library. A really, really big library. The kind of thing that shouldn't be able to fit under a ruined factory. He guessed he was a little surprised. This probably wasn't something normal, even by the standards of the world he lived in, which were... pretty flexible. And of course the door was gone. That one he had been expecting. There was no way in hell a giant library that couldn't possibly exist within the parameters of the space it supposedly occupied was just gonna have an easy exit. Neither logic nor the Dewey Decimal System ruled in this weird ass place.

No reception desk (which was a little surprising like... c'mon... that's just sloppy), but there were other people. The kitsune was less surprising than the guy in armor, but at this point he had used up all of his wells of emotion and was having trouble being anything more than mildly intrigued. It seemed like everyone else here was just about the same level of lost as he was, so that was great. He could feel the bonds of friendship forming already. Unless he was hungry. It was probably that one. The armored guy said something about a labyrinth, which made about as much sense as anything else at this point.

"A labyrinth. Cool. Hope David Bowie is here. I love that guy. Kinda freaked out by the..." he made a vague gesture that was supposed to convey those pants worn by the goblin king. Those pants. Everyone with any knowledge of late 80s films knew those pants. "...but he's still cool."

Krys' pointed ears twitched slightly as they turned to focus on someone screaming, they didn't sound that far off. Was that... a chainsaw? Her thoughts were interrupted as another seemed to have joined them, just as the mage was to answer her question. So much was happening at once, it would seem as if they were all thrown into this 'Library' around the same time, meaning they most likely all knew very little of the place.

The pale skinned mage guessed they were in a labyrinth of sorts before starting to flip through some books. Maybe that book of his might have an answer, better yet, a way out. The masked newcomer started talking nonsense about some person named 'David Bowie' before doing an odd gesture to convey something she obviously didn't understand.

Sighing, Krys wasn't sure what to make of either of the two she's currently stuck with. Mind you she didn't want to let her guard down around them either. Would there be more of them? Where was that screaming coming from? Did the others hear it? The rules mentioned being loud attracting creatures and monsters, could that person be in trouble?

So many questions and so few answers...

There was a book that caught her eye on the shelf beside her, the only portion she could read said "Beastiary". Thinking that could possibly be useful she went to take it from the shelf, only to notice about a few hundred more with the same word on it. "OH COME ON! What is this crap?!" the kitsune growled angrily as the hopes of finding something of use no longer seemed possible. "I've never heard of any of the places these dumb books refer to..." Krys would grab each book one by one, open the cover, flip through it then toss it on the ground out of annoyance.

((Krys can't handle lack of information. She likes to have information on everything so she can plan meticulously. Information to her is power. So she's a bit of a mess without it right now lol))

Crow’s boots carried her around the corner of an elaborately decorated hallway. Pictures of one man adorned the walls on either side of her. The man was well dressed, poised in each of the paintings. Somewhere upon the bottom right of the paintings was his signature. At the end of the hallway, a door engraved with a double-headed lion. Nearing the middle of the hallway, Crow’s dirtied boots scuffed against the red and gold lined carpet, but one of the tiles sunk when her boot pressed into it. Metal bars erupted from the walls, slamming themselves in between the paintings. Overhead, the same metal bars created a cage. Crow’s yellow gaze drifted from the bars, lifting a ragged-cloth covered hand to one of them. It created a stinging sensation, a spark, and the light smell of burning flesh.

Crow’s hand retracts, a hiss of a breath escaping between her clenched teeth. From behind her, the man of the mansion claps his hands, walking around the same corner to stop a few feet from the cage, “Now I had told the others that magic just isn’t the key for catching stray witches. Technology!” Lifting his hands upward, his smile stretched wide, his hair slicked back and his form covered with the finest, purple silk suit. Crow turns to face him. Under her stare, he shrugs nonchalantly, “You thought I would just let you stroll around –my- mansion? To get your filthy, bad-blooded hands over –my- books!” His face snarls and his veins thicken in his neck, “Who the hell do you think you are!”

Crow continues to stare, before her voice answered him coldly, “Sir Geoffred, the Lion of the Sacred Privilege. You are my enemy and I will kill you one day.” Geoffred’s face contorts, his plucked eyebrows furrow deeply, “You know who I am..” Lifting his hands to loosen his black tie, “I’m going to enjoy breaking your bones, again, and again, just to know who –you- are.” Crow looks to the door, and after a split moment, she pulls her dagger from its sheath and holds out her hand, palm upward. Geoffred pauses, turning his head to watch. She lifts the dagger up and stabs her wrist, her screaming causing a smile to appear upon Geoffred’s face, his hands returning to his suit, straightening it, “Oh..I won’t let you die here.” Tears mark Crow’s face as she stabs into her wrist deeper, the blood seeping back into her arm and hand.

Crow’s hand falls upon the floor, her chest lifting and falling, and the carpet clean of blood. She glances upward, Geoffred’s eyes open and his smile ready, and she states, “I will return when I am ready and I will kill you.” The man’s eyebrows lifted slowly upwards, his smile fading, “Yeah?” Crow’s hand flexes its fingers, before lifting upwards, and flying between the bars. Geoffred’s face becomes twisted with anger, as Crow’s hand grasps the door’s handle and pulls. Crow’s form slowly fades from the cage.

First, her hand appears, landing upon the other side of a door in the library’s entrance. Crow soon follows, the door closing behind her. Taking a moment to look over the others there, she bends down and grasps her hand, placing it upon the jagged cut of her arm. The seam of flesh sizzles, as the hand was reattached.

Too intent on looking through his Thaumnomicon's pages in search of information about this place that they're in, he simply ignores whatever just happened recently. The book glows faintly light blue while he is reading, and it turns it's pages without him having to lift a hand. Faint, unintelligible whispers can be heard coming from it every now and then, but for Draken, that's entirely normal.

He starts to walk around the room that they are in, looking at some of the books in the shelves and searching for inscriptions or carvings if there happened to be any, all the while keeping the book opened in his left hand.

"Fall Back!" Xianto yelled to the other remaining soldiers around him. An explosion just to his right drowning out his words as another salvo of mortar fire turned a few more soldiers into nothing more than charred bones and the odd bit of clothing. These items within seconds joined everything else in the churned up mud and rocks of the battlefield. The rifle in his hands trembled in anger at his own inability to save them. Hopelessly he joined the other few soldiers around him in returning fire with their rifles, however lacking any weapons strong enough to take out the mortars now bombarding them their shots didn't offer much help apart from killing a few of the oppositions ground soldiers.

A bullet from the oppositions side whizzed Xianto's head hitting the man next to him, spraying Xianto's face with his blood. Xianto swore, wondering if all they could do was trade bullets with the enemy until they had either all perished or were rescued from this situation. However any hopes he retained were crushed by the sight of a large airship approaching. Its cannons swinging into position to target Xianto and the soldiers around him. Xianto knew there would be no quarter for his side. Both sides knew that the losing side never gave in until every last one of its troops on a battlefield were dead. That was how they had always fought wars. As he preparing to die for his kingdom an explosion went off nearby him causing the land under his feet to cave in sending Xianto falling into an underground cave.

It wasn't that big a drop only enough to bruise him. When he stood up and looked around in the small cave he was in he saw that apart from him and the charred remains of flesh that littered the rubble of the caved in ground was a door. Xianto almost in a daze moved towards the door as if drawn to it. Upon opening and entering it he felt for a few seconds like he was being transported somewhere else before he faded into unconsciousness.

Thus it was from the library door came the unconscious body of a young soldier, dressed in a faded blue uniform splattered from head to toe in blood. With him came his rifle which clattered to the floor beside him. The whole picture looking like a dead body had just been thrown through the door.

As a rather bloody figure flops upon the floor, Crow sheathes her bloodied dagger. Her form was faintly illuminated by a small crystal around her belt. She moves to press her back against the wall, her filthy, three-cornered hat revealing her gaze as she watches the man and his book. She hardly blinked and seemed to be much more interested in the book.

"Grrrr! No! I'm not going back!" She screamed in defiance. Her whole world had been turned upside down. The council wished to bring her back, to extract the wolf from within and give it upon another. What was there too lose, she would be free, but she knew. Separating a gods soul from a mortal was taxing, the more connected the harsher the toll. In Nem's case it would kill her. There was no way she was going back.

The council of elders was not so lenient though and had sent their strongest warriors to receive her. It did not matter though. One after another they attempted to trap her, bring her down, but it was useless. With the wolf's power and her intellect they stood no chance. Over thirty tails lashed around in aggression, the tips firing random elements as she controlled half, the other half under the control of the wolf. ~Just kill them already!~ the wolf's voice echoed in her mind. "Shut it!" She barked as a tail wrapped around one of the warriors and crushed his legs. "They are only following orders. You are not to kill them or I'll take full control again."

The land around her had been cut down and left wide open by her tails, though outside her reach were trees to the forest this clearing had once been part of. "Why won't you bastards just leave!" All the tails lashed out in a whirlwind around her, creating an impenetrable wall of death. A few tried breaking through, but were knocked back into the woods. "Just leave me alone!" She cried out, but as she did the ground gave way. Someone had used earth arts but the ground below was unstable. As the earth crumbled Nem fell, curling her tails around herself she fell into the abyssmal cavern below. The ground around collapsed over top as she fell into the doorway. A round, golden gate, where within its diameter, space was distorted.

Upon entering Nem was flung through at high speed, into the pedestal. Her tails shattered on impact, leaving only one. Her body fell to the ground with a thud and a gasped groan. As she climbed up she looked around in defence. "What the-" her response slow as she took it all in. "Where... Am I?" Turning to read the pedestal before looking to the others, and then to the many shelves around. "Is this a library?" The wolf inside growled. "What? Scared of a little knowledge?" She quipped. ~Be weary.~ he warned. ~My powers are being sealed.~ evident to try, Nem tried to create more tails, only managing in making one. "Wha-! You're power! What!?" She twirled around trying to look at the two tails. "Wha-what kind of place is this to seal your kind of power!?" She was entirely ignoring the others trapped inside with her.

Seeing another person appear in the labyrinth out of the corner of his eye, he just continues on with his search. He continues inspecting the bookcases and walls, searching for things of interest.

Sodden feat beat the damp ground lightly, every step exuding a gross squelch from the muddy earth. It was dark, like really dark. Even Osmium's glowing exterior could not brighten the black forest he found himself investigating. The forest emitted a foreboding sense of danger and death. It felt like the beginning of a story book to the djinn. Totally radical. Maybe I'll find a dragon to slay or something. And a hot babe. Osmium nodded robustly, picturing the adventures that he thought that were fast approaching. While there was adventure ahead, it wasn't exactly what Osmium envisioned. This rapidly became more clear as a door came into view. But not just any door, oh no! A magical door! A door that lead to a magical place of victory and inspiration. Where emerald kingdoms lay and houses fall on witches, where monkeys can fly and wizards grant wishes. Or.. Well, a door would have came into view, however it was just so insanely dark in the forest, Osmium passed the door and instead stumbled into a crevice. Osmium made no sound, he did not even move. He accepted his fate. This was the end for him. Osmium closed his eyes and accepted death's cold embrace. He tumbled down the hole in the Earth for what felt like centuries. Millenniums. Unbeknownst to Osmium, he had not fallen through a crevice at all, but a trapdoor. A trapdoor to the library. (Boy, did we stretch that out.) Osmium had landed on a shelf, a small distance away from the majority of the group. The shelf hooked his armor so he simply dangled mid-air. In a position identical to how people are intended to go down water slides. Arms crossed over the chest, legs straight. Also how some people lay in a coffin. Wow, we go down water slides the same way we lie in coffins. That's pretty morbid.. Anyways, here was Osmium! "Hanging out" in the library, under the impression his death was approaching. Best of luck to our blue knight.

At this point Krys was now sitting atop a pile of books she found completely useless that she previously had pulled from the shelves. All of which had the words 'Bestiary' on them and some unknown location. One could easily tell she was getting frustrated by the situation.

More unique individuals have joined them from different openings, what seemed like a dead body, some magical woman who reattached her own limb to even a girl with wolf ears and a tail who appeared to be thrown directly into the pedestal. Krys couldn't help but snicker over the girl who got acquainted with the rules 'by force'. Sure it might have hurt but it looked hilarious from where she was sitting.

Pulling out her journal once more, the rogue decided to work on some quick profiles for everyone so far:

-Quiet extremely pasty grumpy mage guy, he sure loves his book. Look into what is it, might be worth stealing.
-Odd mask wearing guy, not sure what to think of him currently.
-Pale white haired woman with magic abilities. Keep an eye on her, she could be trouble. Also can reattach limbs. Note to self: Maybe ask her about it later.
-Dead guy. Is he really dead? Maybe I should see if they're alive? NAH.
-Girl who talks to herself with ears & tail. Talking about powers being sealed. Could be crazy.

Add more information when you learn more. What a weird bunch to be stuck with.


Her notes were usually just for her to keep track of things, she would update them when she found out more information. Putting her journal away for the time being, she heard a thud close by. Being tired of just sitting around doing nothing, Krys decided to investigate as she hopped up on her feet and jumped off her pile of discarded books. She passed the "dead" body, upon a closer glance in passing it would seem as if the individual was still breathing. Good. Maybe when they come to they can be useful, at best hopefully they're sane.

Taking a turn down the first hallway, Krys found the source of the thud. There was an armoured man who seemed as if they were snagged on one of the bookshelves and couldn't get down. Approaching the individual, she looked up at them and asked with a grin and raised eyebrow, "Need a hand?"

Having searched through the room, checking every nook and cranny, he finds nothing of interest. He let's out a sigh, and walks back over to the others.

He flips through the book's pages again, the book has stopped glowing, but continues to faintly whisper. He looks over at the person lying on the floor, but sees he is still breathing. He goes back to looking through his book.

A slow groan escaped Xiantos lips as he slowly and painfully awoke. His limbs hurt. In fact he hurt allover, his limbs aching from the bruises that covered his body. All of this gave Xianto not quite the welcome back to the land of the conscious that he could have wished for.

However the other thing it reminded him was that he was most certainly not dead. Being dead couldn't hurt this much. So he raised his head and took in his surroundings. He was in some sort of... library? There also seemed to be a collection of other beings in the room alongside of him. Inwardsly he cursed himself, not only had he not died alongside him comrades but he seemed to have gotten away. Slowly he reached out and grabbed his rifle then shuffled into the corner of the room to nurse his wounds.

The wolf and Nem argued back and forth a few minutes. He didn't seem very willing to discern their location. More so seemed he was speculating and not liking his own guess. "Where are we?" ~I don't know.~ "Bullshit. You know where we are." ~Even if I did, what would you make of it?~ "I don't know, maybe a way out? Why are you being so stubborn?" ~I'm not being stubborn, I just don't know.~ "Are we really going to play this game?" She mocked. ""LOOK YOU WRETCHED LITTLE-!"" The two tails merged into one, the end forming into a wolf's face and mouth. Noting this actually happened the pair froze. Nem looked around hurriedly before returning her gaze onto the wolf. "Well this is new." Looking around once more she declared "This uhhh... This is new to me too... Um... Just stay out of his reach and you'll be fine." The wolf smiled maliciously as it eyed The others. ""You think they can stay out of my reach? Well let's see who is inside it."" The first target was Draken -T- but as the wolf head came close the head dispersed and the tails separated into two. ~What in hell's wrath? What the hell gives?~ Nemesis laughed at the sight. "Serves you right, stupid wolf." She could feel him trying to materialize again, but she was quick to block him, both mentally and physically. "Oh no. You're staying where you are. No more play time for you mister." She stated, choking a tail that seemed to change between normal, and a disfigured wolf head.

Draken continues to flip through the book's pages, he glances over at the wolf head and shuffles back a bit. "Eh, what was that? A summon?" He closes the book before letting out a sigh, and puts it back into his cloak.

He takes the staff off of his back and wields it with his right hand. He then points one of the ends of the staff towards the ground, he makes a few strange gestures with his free hand and a two foot high stone golem appears. Draken gives it a small ornate oculus and a small bottle. It then starts walking around the room with them in hand, looking through the oculus, looking at everyone with it. As it does so, the bottle starts to fill with different colored liquids.

....so there were no David Bowie fans, which made this officially Hell. To be fair, most of these guys looked like they were from totally different spaces and times from him, but still. David Bowie was like... an all consuming force. He probably existed everywhere in some form or another. Every universe had its own Bowie, and that Bowie probably also had pants, and none of this was important. He had to focus. There were things that needed assessing.

He was stuck in a library hellscape. That was new and a little bit interesting. He supposed that his job here was to get out, possibly with the help of these other people, all of whom seemed to be milling around doing their own thing. That was cool. People needed time to figure stuff out, work through whatever was happening. Armor dude seemed to be getting up to some serious witchcraft, summoning stuff or whatever. Kitsune-gal was making notes, all organized and stuff. There was some new gal with some sort of tail thing going on, super spooky. There were... so many people that summarizing everything that each and every one of them was doing would take more time than he cared to give. Most of these people seemed to be handling things just fine, but there was one guy who looked pretty beat up. Target acquired. Commencing social interaction. Great.

He kind of meandered over towards the guy, who was pretty obviously armed. Getting shot wasn't really a big deal usually, since Becker was kind of made of literal darkness, but he hadn't packed any extra clothes and there was always that off chance that his core might get hit by pure dumb luck. Instead of approaching outright, he moved along slowly, pulling random books off the shelves and flicking through them. This one was full of recipes for weird jellos, and that one was nothing but poorly written poetry. Weird collection altogether. At last he found himself kind of near the guy. Conversation wasn't really Becker's thing. General statements were fine, but like... talking to people one on one was difficult. He was gonna go for it though. Just. Talk to a guy. Just say some words. Wow, interaction. Amazing. He was... so good at this.

"I've got band aids." he said at last, "They've got little dinosaurs on them, which is great. You look like you could use one. Or two. Or... probably a lot more." He pulled the box from his hood and shook it enticingly. The band aids weren't actually for him. David (who was currently dozing in his hood, apparently undisturbed by all the commotion) got these weird sores sometimes. Nothing contagious, but gross to look at. Probably not the best thing to tell the solider dude though. People got weird about sharing with rats. Probably why Becker didn't have many friends.