Keylo
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"Fufufufufufu...It is not often that two twins so reminiscent of Castor and Pollux appear before me. Those twins who opted to share immortality, I wonder what became of them since the last that I saw them? Fufufufufu, oh well, a visit shall have to wait until later on. After all, why play with pieces of old when you have new ones to toy with?...
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~Castea~
Drip...drip...drip...
Water dripping once again...the same sound that had been in the dream...was she still trapped in that illusion, or was she somewhere else. Such were the thoughts that most likely filled the girl's mind as she stirred from her slumber to behold that she was in a small room amidst a plethora of antique dolls. To her left, was a tinted glass of sorts that stretched across the wall and reflection upon the room's contents, in front of her was a single door that appeared to be the only exit out of this room. The air was deathly silent after the dripping had stopped, and noise seemed to be unusually downscaled in this room, as if it was soundproof. Where was she? And what had happened to her? She would have to find out such for herself...
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~Pollusia~
A incessant ringing her head...the tolling of a bell... memories of the illusionary world plague the woman as she slowly stirred from her slumber. Had the experience been a dream, or not a dream? Such were questions that possibly ran through Pollusia's mind as her senses returned to her, revealing that she was in a narrow room reminiscent of one used during police interrogations...albeit, on the other side of the looking glass, but still in one nontheless. To her right, was a small envelope, tied to a small ceremonial dagger embedded in the ground. To her left, was the door that would most likely lead her out of there...
And in front of her, through the glass, was her sister completely naked and trapped in a room amidst many dolls...
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~Castea~
Drip...drip...drip...
Water dripping once again...the same sound that had been in the dream...was she still trapped in that illusion, or was she somewhere else. Such were the thoughts that most likely filled the girl's mind as she stirred from her slumber to behold that she was in a small room amidst a plethora of antique dolls. To her left, was a tinted glass of sorts that stretched across the wall and reflection upon the room's contents, in front of her was a single door that appeared to be the only exit out of this room. The air was deathly silent after the dripping had stopped, and noise seemed to be unusually downscaled in this room, as if it was soundproof. Where was she? And what had happened to her? She would have to find out such for herself...
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~Pollusia~
A incessant ringing her head...the tolling of a bell... memories of the illusionary world plague the woman as she slowly stirred from her slumber. Had the experience been a dream, or not a dream? Such were questions that possibly ran through Pollusia's mind as her senses returned to her, revealing that she was in a narrow room reminiscent of one used during police interrogations...albeit, on the other side of the looking glass, but still in one nontheless. To her right, was a small envelope, tied to a small ceremonial dagger embedded in the ground. To her left, was the door that would most likely lead her out of there...
And in front of her, through the glass, was her sister completely naked and trapped in a room amidst many dolls...