The ragtag group of six blundered in to the room, only to find the doorway was on the roof, and their sense of gravity suddenly shifted as they felled straight down from the entrance, and on to a medium sized platform, maybe about, ten feet by ten feet. They noticed that a large number "5" was pianted on it. Looking around, there were eight other platforms as well, each with a large red number painted on it. There didn't seem to be any danger of falling, there were no breaks between the platforms. Though there were nine large targets surrounding them...
And sitting on top of one of these large targets was none other than their gracious host. It sat, coated in black, with its legs crossed one over the other, and its gloved leather hands resting upon its knee. There was no face to speak of, only a grotesque masquerade mask of a raven where its head should be, covering its entire head. The eye holes were blank, nothing stared out of them. The beak came down in a sharp curve, darker than night, yet all could see the shine coming from it. It nearly appeared nothing more than a statue, before it spoke.
"Greetings, one and all. I do hope you have been enjoying the festivities. My apologies for not greeting you in person, but I usually find that people are rather... agitated at first. I welcome you, to my game. For the most part you seem to be doing rather well, though remember every game has its rules. Mine are simple. There shall only be one victor, and to the victor will be the antidote to the poison that each of you has in your bloodstream. I wanted to make that point clear. Now if you excuse me, I have business to be attending. Have fun, my little children." not a noise, not a light, nothing showed that the Raven had even been there before, or that he had left. The group of six were alone now, to think over what must be done.

Ferrus observed the odd room as well as its surprisingly well mannered host. Unfortunately Ferrus took this to mean that the host was actually enjoying watching both him and the others kill eachother and for Ferrus that seemed rather agitating to say the least. However he put that aside to try and figure out just how in the world to get out of this next room.

"Ok....anyone got any ideas as to what we're supposed to do with the big targets?"

The sudden freedom of the room before had ruined his violent streak. The mysterious element that he commanded had seeped back into the arms it had appeared from, only now reforming around the shoulder of the left arm as Grig slowly backed to the side. He was taking his time with his preparations, realising that it was going to be a long time before the games would end. But that should have been obvious from the entire set up of the event, if their host could force violence, it would so till it had exhausted it.

And the host had fitted with its cruel games hand in hand, a vulgar thing with such sick twisted games. This fact, however, did not bother the mindful competitor he reached the edge of the area, he did not move off the first platform though, his attention drawn quickly to the number sprawled on it. There were six of them in the room, the big red five looked quite like a death sentence for one of them, though whether this would click in the minds of others would give him an advantage or not.

The theme of these challenges would be death, they had to kill in the last room so why not the current one. It was polite to entertain ones host after all.

And so, with his mind settled on what needed to be done, Grig allowed the green substance in its gas form to roll down the rest of his left arm, not forming anything in particular just yet. Instead he was going to wait for opportunity to present itself, and if it didn’t, he was sure he could overpower Ferrus without too much effort. It was only the small nagging in the back of his head which suggested the objects in the room meant death had to be caused in a specific way, and of course he ignored this.

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The youth pauses slightly, ears folded back into the hair so as to try and hide them. His fox-like tail of course, continued to swish about in the air gently. Involuntarily. Having seen the strange host was unsettling, of course, but nothing was moreso than the large numbers painted onto the platforms which they stood.

A sigh was let out to release tension before he sat, the throbbing and bleeding from the head wound had stopped, thanfully. Though the fog within his mind of his past was ever so thick, it was slowly coming apart to reveal that locked away past. Looking to the man with the gaseous armament nearby through his peripheral vision, the youth spoke in a softer tone.

"Almost reminds you of something from a movie, doesn't it? Almost seems..planned, and calculated.", another sigh. The young man lays on his back and looks to the dark abyss of where the ceiling would be, dreaming of those winter nights and of who he suspected were his parents.

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Octavian moved into the room and lowered himself to the floor after the host's speech. Blue mist surrounded him and he made the complex movement again, and ended up on the number nine platform.

"...Anythin' happen yet?" He yelled to the others.

"Nothing so far...." Ferrus yelled to Octavian. Though he thought he might be on to something by traversing the other targets. Without further though Ferrus hopped to the target labeled 3 and waited to see if anything interesting would happen.

The youth keeps his eyes closed as further reminiscing occurred within the expanses of the subconscious mind. The fog which kept secret the name of the youth from the ears of the seeker was revealed, though it was not revealed in whole. Ayumu...wake up, sleepy head~, chimed in the voice of a young girl.

Eyes snapped open, no longer was he in the cold room with the large platforms, but lying down in a large open field. The young girl next to him giggled softly, her vulpine ears perked up high as she watched him swat away a dragonfly which had landed on his nose. The garbs of an eastern priest donned her, after all, she was to become the shrine maiden. You're so silly, brother. But then again, mother probably thought that too when she..., the young girl's voice trails off as his eyes focus on her, small traces of anger forming.

Standing up, Ayumu carefully picks up the girl who claimed to be his sister before propping her on his shoulders as he strolled back to the village. Her laughter sounds again, before the sickly sweet scent fades and the true reality shows itself.

A barely inaudible sigh is let out before he lies back onto the floor of the platform and closes his eyes.