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Whitewashed (Experimental Quest)

Diomedon said:
They could read my thoughts? I feel my heartbeat thundering in my ears. How can they hear my thoughts. T-that's impossible. They can't, they can't, they can't, they can't, they can't!

I force myself to concentrate on my breathing. Of course they can't hear my thoughts, that'd be crazy! I hear a voice ask me my name and gender, but before I can answer it demands that I kill myself. What?! Why would they say that. Unless I was crazy. I was saying it to myself.

Some of the voices just seemed to want to know what was going on, and to help. I liked those voices a lot more.

"I-I could tell you who I am, if you'd like."

I was a bit confused as to why many seemed to be obsessing about something they were referring to orb, and how they were trapped in it.

"Um, there isn't any orb here, I'm not sure what you're talking about." They sounded like they were trapped too though. Maybe I could help them, as well? They seemed as confused as I was.

Some of the voices seemed to know each other, and one voice seemed particularly helpful, asking me about my magic, about how I got here, and how I got in my current situation.

"What would you like to know first?"

Huh, it seemed these voices were from a very strange place, and many of them weren't on my side. Several seemed to want me to go mad. They reminded me of him. One even was trying to hide his voice, though he wasn't doing a very good job at it. I'd have to be careful, it was so hard to tell them apart.
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I believe that the orb they are referring to may have been a visible manifestation of your spell, prior to its casting?

As for what we we'd like to learn first...let's start with where you are. If you could give us a rough idea of what kind of place you're in, and a rough idea of what your world is like, we can work from there.
 
I rub my head. It's begun to ache a little from trying to follow everything they're trying to say. Oh!

"Oh, this isn't an orb, it's just the physical manifestation of the sending spell. It's just my magic, not an actual thing. You're not inside it" I was pretty sure. My magic just came from me. So they weren't in my spell. Unless I was crazy and the voices were from me.

They wanted to know about him. I didn't like to talk about him. He had taken all my friends. Everyone important to me. Everything important to me. I had nothing left.

And then someone accused me of lying. Of tricking them.

"I'm not tricking you! There's just a delay on the spell. You must be very far away!" normally the spell was instantaneous, even across continents. They must be very far away indeed.

"I-If you really want me to tell you about him, I will. He's very powerful. I don't know his name, but I know who he is. He's the Demon Lord. The one who will bring darkness to the world. He's the one who's keeping me here. I don't know why" Why didn't he kill me like the others?
HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!HATE!
The voices want to know where I am. I look around my too familiar prison. Featureless white walls. White carpet on the floor. A white steel door with no knob or hinges or anything on this side at least. A white wooden table with a single chair, both bolted to the floor. I'm sitting on a white metal bed, bolted to the floor, with white linens and blanket. No way to know how long I've been here. Sometimes it feels like I've been here forever. It was probably somewhere in the Demon Lord's castle, but I had no way to be sure.

"I'm just stuck in a prison. I can't do anything! My most powerful magic can't even chip the paint off the table!" I take a moment to calm down and the voices debate what they exactly are. One voice seems to give the most honest answer. Apparently there is some sort of communication network across many different worlds, and I've reached it. It certainly explained the...variety of the voices replying.

One voice is particularly comforting and wants to give me a hug, but any good feelings I may have gotten turn dark as another voice points out that the other one probably just wants to eat me. I want to go home. Why do I even bother?
 
Enjou said:
Girl, one of the first things you did was "call desperately into the orb that sits between <your> hands" - if there's no orb, then what were you doing then? Just look in your hands? Is there still an orb there? Yes or no?

And yes, girl, we can hear your thoughts. What, you think you can just interact with magical orbs without other beings getting into your head? Ask Harlon Stark how that worked out. He got a demon in his head. Be glad we're not demons. Well, at least I think we're not demons. We could be demons I guess, just crazy ones.
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I am, but I am something of an outlier, and in no way representative of the rest of this throng. Nonetheless, my intent to help you is sincere.

First, several points about us:
>We recieve, presumably by virtue of your spell, brief descriptions of your actions, speech and surface thoughts in the form of sporadic bursts of text.
>We cannot directly read your thoughts. They are described to us.
>Many among our number have become intoxicated by their belief that you are not real, and the fact that their actions here cannot be traced back to them. They cannot be trusted, as they will steer you wrong for their own amusement.
>Spotting them is reasonably easy, as they tell you to horrible or stupid things like killing yourself or cutting what appears to be your only line of communication to the outside world.
>As a demon, I must tell you this: hang on to your life as long as possible. I can give you no guarantee that the afterlife will grant you any relief from your suffering.

I do not like to pry, but until we have a reasonably good idea of your situation, we can provide no useful counsel. Those among our number of wicked heart will try to lead you astray, but thus far they have been reasonably obvious about it.
If you do not mind terribly, please let us know the following information:
1)Your name and age
2)how you came to be ensnared in a white room that confounds all magic but this
4)Any current or future threats to your safety that you have not yet told us about
5)A rough indication of the type and extent of the magical powers and other resources at your disposal

If you tell us these things, we can offer you advice. Alas, we are further away than can be measured in meters, and can offer you nothing beyond advice.

You bother, I suspect, because after so long in isolation, hearing any friendly voice, even if you cannot trust them, helps to keep the despair at bay.
 
You bother because you still have Hope. That's worth more than any tool you could possess, don't let it go.

For now, why don't you give us an overview of how your world's Magic works? Perhaps if we know how it works, we can work on finding a way to overcome whatever is restricting it within that room.

Also, have you tried using magic for dispelling illusions? You might be trapped in your own mind, or some such. That would explain why teleporting seems to work, while not actually causing a visible change.
 
Diomedon said:
"I-If you really want me to tell you about him, I will. He's very powerful. I don't know his name, but I know who he is. He's the Demon Lord. The one who will bring darkness to the world. He's the one who's keeping me here. I don't know why" Why didn't he kill me like the others?
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It saddens me that you have fallen foul of one of the many demons that subverted our uprising against tyranny with the intent to become tyrants in turn. So few of us survived their purge of sincere rebels.
Enjou said:
Wait... YOU MADE THE ORB!? YOU PUT US HERE!? WHY!? WHY HAVE YOU CREATED ME WITH THESE MEMORIES OF TORMENT!?
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Do not trust this voice. He has grown intoxicated on the lack of perceivable consequences of his actions. He likely bears you no ill will, nor even believes that you exist, but he will lead you astray.

And if you fear that you have actually created him, you should know that only one entity can call from nothing any soul capable of feelings.
Unless you are actually the Tyrannical Divine, you need not fear having created him.
 
Higure said:
You bother because you still have Hope. That's worth more than any tool you could possess, don't let it go.

For now, why don't you give us an overview of how your world's Magic works? Perhaps if we know how it works, we can work on finding a way to overcome whatever is restricting it within that room.

Also, have you tried using magic for dispelling illusions? You might be trapped in your own mind, or some such. That would explain why teleporting seems to work, while not actually causing a visible change.
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It could also be bending space, or He could simply have bound the room to you, that it follow you around wherever you go.
Have you any spells of location? if so, please use them, as they might tell you something interesting.

Similarly, if you are capable of teleporting objects, try it, and see if they end up in the same place.
Your room could simply be warded against teleportation.
 
Skewfiend said:
1)Your name and age
2)how you came to be ensnared in a white room that confounds all magic but this
4)Any current or future threats to your safety that you have not yet told us about
5)A rough indication of the type and extent of the magical powers and other resources at your disposal
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6) What is your day like. Presumably the door gets opened at times even if you cannot? Who do you interact with and how?

Questions should be answered in roughly that order. (this is apparently relevant information)
 
modrony said:
6) What is your day like. Presumably the door gets opened at times even if you cannot? Who do you interact with and how?

Questions should be answered in roughly that order. (this is apparently relevant information)
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Regarding the missing question three, you already answered it, by identifying your tormentor as a Demon Lord.
 
Wait, I'm calm now. I'm sure you didn't do this on purpose. You seem like a nice girl. I'm sure you didn't intentionally create this world full of idiots, lunatics, war, diseases, death, torment, and all sorts of other horrible things. I'm sure you're not such a horrible person that you would do such a thing on purpose... right?

Skewfiend said:
It saddens me that you have fallen foul of one of the many demons that subverted our uprising against tyranny with the intent to become tyrants in turn. So few of us survived their purge of sincere rebels.

Do not trust this voice. He has grown intoxicated on the lack of perceivable consequences of his actions. He likely bears you no ill will, nor even believes that you exist, but he will lead you astray.

And if you fear that you have actually created him, you should know that only one entity can call from nothing any soul capable of feelings.
Unless you are actually the Tyrannical Divine, you need not fear having created him.
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Don't listen - that's exactly what a demon would say. If demons exist. I'm not sure they do.
 
Hello there, you delicious meta-experiment that tries to breach the fourth wall~

My name is Shadenight123, and I know what you're feeling right now is confusion.

But don't worry, we'll get you out of the room in a heartbeat, and then, there will be so much we'll have to do~

First things first, calm down, little Meta-Experiment. Every room has a door, and every door has a key. That's just plain common sense~

And don't worry. I'll help you.

I like happy endings after all~

Tee-Hee-Hee~
 
Maybe she could escape through the fourth wall?
It's harder to do in written media, but if we teach her to be meta enough, she might be able to.
 
:( I don't want to eat you.
I just want to bring you confort.
You sound like you need it.
 
Enjou said:
Wait, I'm calm now. I'm sure you didn't do this on purpose. You seem like a nice girl. I'm sure you didn't intentionally create this world full of idiots, lunatics, war, diseases, death, torment, and all sorts of other horrible things. I'm sure you're not such a horrible person that you would do such a thing on purpose... right?



Don't listen - that's exactly what a demon would say. If demons exist. I'm not sure they do.
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You should not be swift to trust any of us, myself included. any skill you have at telling good advice from bad is likely applicable here, as we are merely people.

modrony said:
Maybe she could escape through the fourth wall?
It's harder to do in written media, but if we teach her to be meta enough, she might be able to.
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As context, the 'fourth wall' of which he speaks is a term referring to an imaginary wall separating the actors in a play (or these days fictional characters more generally) from the audience.

I do not know if this is applicable in your situation.
 
Goddammit. I got here late because I was sleeping. Stop harrassing the poor girl, some of you! And do stay on topic. She's in a spot of trouble.

@o3o we are needed here.
 
Whoa, this grew fast...:V
So, uh... inspiring hot-blooded speeches, times two?
 
We just need to be thoughtful, kind, and prudent. Most importantly we mustn't let those of us who wish to drive the girl into suffering or madness, and for their own amusement, win.

You're with me, aren't you, @o3o ? Let's help this girl out.
 
Girl, have you considered that maybe the reason this magic isn't working how you expect is because, like all the rest of your magic, he's messing with it in some way?
 
o3o said:
Whoa, this grew fast...:V
So, uh... inspiring hot-blooded speeches, times two?
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Probably make it times three. Too baf hot-blooded doesn't always mean a good thing though.

Anyways, I'm sorry about saying that you're tricking us. Your perspective is the only thing we see. I mean, your thoughts. I may have misunderstood and jumped to the incorrect conclusion.

My sincere apologies.

Anyways, spiral bro #1&2, whatever shall we do?

And seriously girl, answer us. Like, your name and the like. I mean, even if he took shit from you, you're bound to have something.

And posting in a phone is so troublesome.

*sighs*
 
Yeah. Apologies for some of the, ah...more eccentric voices. Don't let em get to ya.
 
Trust nobody, woman. The reasonable ones might actually be working for him. I might be working for him. Hell, maybe you're working for him and you don't even realize it.
 
Enjou said:
Trust nobody, woman. The reasonable ones might actually be working for him. I might be working for him. Hell, maybe you're working for him and you don't even realize it.
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Nonetheless, the afflicted one must make judgements as to who they believe most trustworthy, on the balance of probabilities.
 
Enjou said:
This coming from Skewfiend, the "Thoroughly bent Demon". Trust nobody, girl, not even me. This is probably a trap by him.
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Who could escape being bent in a world like this?

And she doesn't really have to trust us. We can do her no good beyond offering good advice, and emotional support.
Nor can we do her any harm beyond malicious advice, and the whispers of malice and madness that you are so fond of.
 
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