Troll! Troll in the Dungeon! {open}

[Sage Grayson]

Creaking bounced off the stone walls and echoed all around. With a large grin and flashlight in hand, Sage slipped through the doorway and bounded down the old stairs. Once she jumped the last few steps, landing with a light thump she glanced around the dark room. The last rays of slight slowly dying as the door completely shut behind her. Oh well, the dark never hurt anyone, right? Maybe. There’s a decent possibility it didn’t, anyway. However, even with that itty bitty possibility still hovering in the back of her mind, she flicked on the flashlight and peered around the world she just flew into.

The musk filled room was filled to the brim all sorts of ickiness. Water dripping down the stone walls, assorted odds and bits filled the main room and cobwebs creating nifty designs in the high corners. It definitely earned the nickname the dungeon. However, sage didn’t see any shackles to the walls where they would supposedly lock the students up. Major disappointment. But! She did a see a door along the far end of the little room. Bounding over to the door, she took no time in discovering that it was locked. Now, a locked door in a basement of a school wasn’t that surprising but when one hears all sorts of rumors of torture and evil deeds, it’s kinda scary and exciting wrapped into one!

So, instead of just leaving like she probably should have. Sage took a step back and kicked as hard as she could at the door. After two or three kicks the lock finally caved and the door swung in. “SWEET!” She called before slapping a hand over her mouth. Making loud noises probably wasn’t the brightest of ideas when you were trying to be sneaky. Grinning widely she crept through the door, pausing just inside of it. She only got a few footsteps inside when her stomach dropped. The feelings of anguish, determination, and guilt suddenly overwhelmed her. Her knees wobbled causing her to brace herself against a wall. Sage didn’t expect that the rumors were true but those feelings… those feelings gave a different story.

They told the story that something big had or will happen in this confined space. Now, the big question. Were they from the past or the future? Going on the slim chance that they could be the future she decided to buck up and continue on. Despite the wobbly knees and progressing headache she continued down the small hallway, hoping to find someone before they got hurt. People hurting was definitely not on today’s To Do list and if she could prevent it then she sure as h-e-double hockey sticks would. Deciding to take a leap of fate she called out in a soft voice, “Hello...?” After all, it was the quickest way to find someone.

[Carter Roth]

Carter was as privy as anyone to the rumors that swirled around the basement of Ashford Academy, though most, if not all, of the events that may or may not have happened happened before she got there. Despite that, she had a bit more info than the normal student, being part of the Battle Front. She didn't like to assume anything, so she preferred to keep a neutral stance on the rumors until she knew for absolute certain. As certain as one could be on this island, anyways. She was beginning to run off of the assumption that nothing was what it seemed, with people and events alike. There were always two sides to every story, but in Ashford there were at least five or someone was lying. Hell, with all the different factions and alliance and ally-making going around it was a micro-political battleground. At least a training camp. Though if only one thing was true on Ashford, it was the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

However, Carter preferred to just have normal (sort of) friends. Sure, she had a few enemies of her enemies, everyone had at least one, but she also just had regular, no hidden agenda for being nice to them, friends. Most of which were either sleeping, goofing off behind the Prefects' backs, or actually being good students and doing homework or studying right now. That left her with no backup when she developed the ingenious plan of going on an adventure in the basements, and, by extension, the dungeons. No matter, she could do it on her own. Right? She hoped so. She may have a little, teeny weeny fear of the dark, but that's what flashlights were for! A flashlight that had new, Duracell batteries. Just in case.

She wasn't that far behind Sage, unknowingly until she heard the other girl yelled out, but when she heard her she started to jog a bit to catch up. She followed her through the doorway before she saw her. "Ah, hey there..." She said as she came through, waving a little with her free hand. Well, this was one of the more interesting ways to meet someone, that was for sure. At least she knew that she liked to explore as well, right? That had to be something.

[Sage Grayson]

Now, a normal person who calls out a greeting would expect an answer. Sage wasn’t about that thing called normal, in fact she was about as far from it as you could get at times. So, when she heard Carter answer, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her mind flitted from the fact it could be a ghost or a gremlin (they’re so fuzzy!) or a goblin but never once did her mind actually think that it may, just perhaps, but another student. Really though, another human down in the creepy icky basement? What were the chances? But a gremlin or a goblin, those chances were way higher than something as normal as human.

There was only one thing to do to find out what creature that goes bump in the night was standing behind her, and that was to turn around and look. And that is exactly what Sage did. She spun around on her heel, her thick boots scraping against the dirt caked concrete floor. When her bright green eyes fell on Carter a small frown popped onto her lips, “You’re not a ghost, right?” Just to be sure she reached out and poked Carter’s arm, “Nope not a ghost. Totally human, humans are lame.” She rattled off, nodding a bit as she placed a hand on her hip.

“So, are you here to look for ghosts and trolls or check out the rumors? Or! Or are you here to check on the prisoners? I really hope it’s not the last one ‘cause that would mean I’m in trouble and trouble really isn’t all the fun when you think about it.” She only paused to take a deep breath, filling her tiny chest with air before thrusting her hand out towards the girl. “By the way I’m Sage and just to let you know I’m here for the second. But from the headache I’m getting they’re totally true which is kinda scary, you know?”

[Carter Roth]

...Did she go on a sugar binge or something before she came down here? Carter couldn’t help but wonder as the girl quickly talked about everything from thinking Carter was a ghost -though in some light her hair did look rather ghost like if she did say so herself...which she did- to the rumors about the dungeons. Headaches meant they were true? Maybe she was an empath then and could sense emotional imprints or whatever they were called. She had been on the island for a while now, and one of her new past times was trying to figure out which student had which power. It was a fun guessing game, she had to admit. Though her and her roommate and best friend, Camilla Reyes, only played it when they were bored pretty much. She shifted in her own boots and took the offered hand, shaking it once with a firm handshake.

“Yup, sorry to disappoint but I’m one hundred percent human. I’m Carter and yeah, I’m here for the first two. No checking up on prisoners.” She chuckled a little, running a hand through her hair. Well, at least if the two got jumped by goblins or any R.O.U.S Sage could talk them to death. That or she could just electrocute ‘em. They would make a good adventuring duo if that was a case. Carter hoped, anyways.  "Definitely scary." She nodded, looking around. Was it ad that things like that didn't fully surprise her anymore? I mean, have you met some of the crazy people here? From the psychopaths and the stories she heard about Ashford before her arrival the fact that prisoners and dungeons were a thing seemed almost...expected.

The island already seemed enough like a prison, why not add some actual prisoners to the mix, right? It was almost like a given that the island would have dirty little secret like that.

[Sage Grayson]

Carter. This blue haired girl was named Carter and apparently, she was claiming to be one hundred percent human. With her skin tone and pale blue hair, Sage wasn’t sure if she believe her or not. But! She had no proof to claim otherwise, so she didn’t protest to the acclaimed fact and instead jerked her head in a singular bob that made her pigtails momentarily spaz. It didn’t help her headache either but oh well! She’d deal with that later. Probably. Or she’d ignore it until it made her collapse (hopefully into a pillow filled bed). If she was being honest with herself, she would know that it’d probably end up being the second.

As for the fact the other girl- Carter, she’d have to work to remember that- wasn’t here to check on prisoners, Sage believed it. After all, she didn’t look like a massive, ugly, meanie head guard. She also didn’t have the stick thingy to hit the bars with and scare the pants off of prisoners. Definitely not guard material. “That’s pretty awesome. I’d really rather not get in trouble and end up down here without a choice. I’m kinda regretting coming down here alone as it is.” She rambled, her hands flailing around her in a valiant attempt to bring her words into the physical realm to further explain her mind. “I never realized how important the buddy system really is.”

“Anywho!” She sucked in a much needed gulp of air for her exhausted lungs, “Do you want to explore together. I think the scare factor will be cut in half if we work together.” She nodded a bit, her hands popping onto her thin hips as she glanced around. “You know what would cut it down even more? Kitty. Aka the top scarer. AKA James P. Sullivan. AKA Sully. ‘Cause if we had someone like him he would scare all the other creepy things.” Once again she bobbed her head, this time rather matter-of-factly. Secretly, Sage knew that she really just had to run faster than Carter if something scary tried to eat them. Not that she wouldn’t try to beat them off with her boss ninja moves first.

[Carter Roth]

Well, the girl was certainly a talker, that was for sure. And not just with her words either, apparently. The blue haired girl took a small, tiny step back when the other girl began to talk with her hands, just on the off chance that she couldn’t control the flailing. She really didn’t feel like getting hit in the face today, believe it or not. Or any other day for that matter. As for being a guard, well...She liked to think that she would be guard material. She may not be big and bulky, but she could sure pack a punch when she needed to. Nothing like a little electricity to knock someone's block off, right? "Yeah the buddy system tends to work." She snorted, even though she herself had come down all by her lonesome. It was creepy, yeah, but she contented herself with the fact that she had powers, and if anything came after her she could slow them down that way and run like hell. She hoped.

"Sure." She agreed when Sage brought up exploring together, even if the girl was as hyper as one could be and still somewhat function. It was kind of entertaining, really. Even if she would have to go lay down after an hour or two being with her because she was either exhausted, or got a headache from trying to keep up with her. But hey, no pain, no game and Sage actually seemed pretty fun even if she did need to switch to decaf.

When she brought up Sully and Monsters Inc., she snorted to herself, trying not to laugh. Finally! Someone else who loved Disney movies. Well, it wasn't really like those people were rare, as a love of Disney seemed to be a common denominator among a good part of the teenage population but still. "Gooood point." She agreed with her, shining her flashlight ahead of them and trying to see what else was down here. Hopefully they were the only ones, and even more hopefully there wouldn't be any rats or creepy crawlies.