You all mount the stairs and Pythia shoves open one of the doors. Keystone Hall reflects the magnitude of the city outside. You step straight into a short, yet tall, hallway. It leads to a wide open circular room, light coming from the triangular windows in the ceiling. In the center of the room is a raised circle, panels of buttons and screens embedded in it. In the center of the circle is a dimly glowing blue dome. "Welcome to Keystone Hall, planning central station of Onatora." Pythia puts her hands on her hips, looking around with a firm nod. "Feel free to look around."

You're fairly curious about the odd glowing dome in the island planted in the middle of the room. Other than that, there are holographic screens and touchpads in all four corners of the room to poke at.

HALE marches to one of the room's corners.

The screens only control what information the hologram above them on the wall projects. Currently, it displays information on a certain type of spaceship. There are no fucking chairs. You can fly. There is no lore readily displayed.

Sure you can!

The dome hums lowly, electric currents racing along the surface. "I wouldn't touch that." Rigel advises from across the room. "I did, once. It only takes once."

"It's a three-dimensional holographic projector." A new voice echoes from the entrance to the room. There stands a cloaked man, watching you, face neutral. Behind him wander in a few people you recognize... (Someone please add Al and Alex.) Pythia's mouth drops open and she freezes. "Painon...?"

Painon goes a pale pinkish grey, bringing his hands to his chest nervously, not even managing to muster up a smile. "Mother..?" Faster than you can blink, Pythia appears in front of Painon and wraps her arms around him in a hug. He jumps, but it doesn't take long for him to melt into her, hugging back. Cashel merely steps aside and watches, smiling softly. Lirium crosses her arms behind her back and glances down at her feet, undoubtedly feeling pretty awkward.

He turn his head to you and his smile fades to a look of muted curiosity. "I am an Adjuvant, Ogygia. I see you haven't changed."

"Not that you remember." Now he smiles again, but it's full of charming playfulness. "I would love to speak with you more, when you have the time." Pythia and Painon finally let go, and they're both crying. Though Pythia only has a single red tear on her cheek, Painon's are flooding with pink ones. He quickly raises a sleeve to wipe them off and hide his face, but Pythia gently stops him.

She whispers something to him, brushing the water off his cheeks gently. Painon visibly droops. You almost feel sorry for him. Cashel nods to Quin. "Indeed. You're Quin, Sam's charge, aren't you?"

"Sam pledged to protect you."

Lirium wanders over to a corner and Rigel follows.

Cashel smiles. "She's my friend too. We're both Adjuvants. We've known each other forever."

"It's nice to meet you as well." Cashel smiles brightly. "I'm Cashel. I've heard great things about you."

"That you're a good friend, a reliable person, and a worthwhile ally." He shakes your hand, cause I forgot to say that before.

"I understand. Sam did a great deal to conceal her true path from you. She never wished to place you in any danger." He clasps his hands behind his back.

Painon summons his staff and hands it to Pythia. She turns it over and examines it thoroughly, knocking out the steel shard and handing it to Painon directly. Once he captchalogues it, she hands him the staff. Cashel snorts softly, laughing. Lirium and Rigel's conversation is suddenly punctuated by Lirium wrapping the ancestor in a hug. He looks fairly surprised, but hugs back a little awkwardly.

Please add Vera, John, and Justi. Sam stops dead when she sees Quin standing next to Cashel near the center of the room. "Quin?" Her voice is hoarse and faint, like she barely even believes that you're really there. It is indeed. Parker blanks at Finn standing in the corner, glancing from his ears to his face incredulously.

"QUIN!!" Sam runs towards you too, faster than you've ever seen her run before. You two collide rather painfully, but you've never been happier. She wraps her arms around you and buries her head into your shoulder.

You can hear her muttering into your shoulder incoherently, arms shaking around you.

Parker feels familiar in a way that you have only ever felt once before- when you woke up staring at Milo. His face explodes in a grin and his eyes practically go starry as he sprints towards you. "FINN!!!"

"FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!" Parker wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you into the air, laughing gleefully. He sets you down not a moment later, hands on your shoulder, practically jumping for joy. "You're here, you're here, you're alive, you're a dog, oh my god, oh my god!!" He exclaims, words becoming progressively louder. Sam pulls herself away and takes your head in her hands, scouring your eyes with tears in her own. "You look... differ-" She clears her throat. "Diffe5ent."

Sam wraps her arms around your back once more. She just stands there, eyes closed, and breathes.

She laughs lightly, and you get the feeling it's been far too long since she's done that. "I'm sure he'll understand." Sam murmurs, bringing a hand up to the pin on her shoulder. Her eyes wander past you and her breath catches in her throat.

She steps around and past you, continuing past Cashel.

Sam stops in front of Pythia, who raises an eyebrow at her quizzically. Without a word, Sam pulls something from her sylladex and offers it to Pythia, flat on her palm. It's a triangular pyramid, blue like the dome in the center of the room, ornate designs tracing across all three visible sides. Pythia's eyes go wide and she stares at it in disbelief. "My... hologram?" She looks up at Sam in a moment of realization. Sam speaks. "You taught me how to fight. You taught me to protect him." Pythia's eyes light up and Sam opens her mouth to speak again, but she never gets the chance. Pythia pulls her into a hug and she falters for a moment before relaxing into a smile and hugging back. "Thank you. I'm glad SOMEONE was here to take care of him." Pythia pulls away and steps back slightly, waving off the holograph pyramid. "You can keep it."

Sam turns back and grins at you cheekily, captchaloging the pyramid once more. She quickly scans the room, and her eyes only barely falter when she passes over Hale. "Well, there sure are a lot of us now."

Rigel abandons the corner that he was standing in and crosses the room to Pirine and Levett. Sam laughs again. It's one of the most relieving sounds you've ever heard. "Got it

"It's good to meet you too- I understand the ear thing it happens with godtiers I love it- I sorta built the house but it was mostly Seb because he's kinda the design guy so he ended up building most of everything we needed- I did make the generator and I came up with the way to power it and it's okay if it blew up it probably might not have been that stable anyways- I do know Cinnabar!!" He takes a breath before he continues at a more normal pace than the standard Pendragon yammering. "She's the best dog in the whole world, and I figured it was best to send her to the island with you!"

Rigel sees Quin and goes to the corner instead, fucking the hell off. Let the kids have their playtime.

Pythia glances at Silas as he approaches, turning to face him with an eyebrow raised curiously. Hey, I bet everyone forgot about this. Watch this. Navy floats over to Hale.

Both eyebrows fly up in surprise. "Yes, I am. Where did you hear 'Blood Moon'?" Pythia chuckles. "It's been a long time since someone called me that."

"Ouchhh, really? Going for zhe height?" They grin and flip upside down in front of you, lowering their eyelids into a full-fledged asshole smirk. They put both of their palms, open, towards you, so you can plainly see the mind symbols imprinted into the skin on their hands. "At leazt I don't have zhe vibrant teal hair of an ancient 2000'z emo and permanent frown linez."

Pythia's mouth falls open the slightest bit, and she slowly smiles. "...Well. Hot damn. The blood moon has risen again..." She muses. "Sounds like I have a reputation to uphold."

"But- hey. What's this about hearing voices?" She frowns. She also pointedly does not give a shit about Hale.

Navy snickers, and it builds until they burst into an all-out cackle, extending an arm to point at Hale. "Your hair haz been blue for HOURZ! Welcome to zhe fucking club!!"

Cashel nods pleasantly. "Levett, is it? A pleasure. I've been told much about you. Good things only, of course."

"*HELLLLLLLLLLLL* YEAH, it lookz nize!!!" Navy crosses their arms in front of their chest and their legs above them, still upside down. "We match now. Even if you're taller and I frown lezz."

Rigel glances at Pirine again, then down at his pendant. He scans the room again, as if hoping that he had just missed Etoile's entrance.

"Oh." Navy rotates, uncrossing their arms and floating a good few inches above the ground, smirk faded. "It waz nothing. Glad you didn't come out zhe other zide nize and crizpy."

"Very dead. All zhe way dead, in fact." They give two thumbs up. "Now I'm all zhe way alive. Crazy how the world workz."

Pythia hums and frowns. "Painon isn't the seer. Neither is Cashel..." Her frown dies and eyebrows jump in sudden realization. "Oh, wait. The shards." "Got it right here!" They grin and pull out their shard. It glimmers a vibrant cerulean, color shifting inside.

Pythia turns her head to you completely. "Yeah. That one. It's... one- Well. Nevermind."

"I do know about Milo!" Parker exclaims, though quieter than before. "I heard he disappeared, though you give me the impression that he's okay?"

Any trace of a smile Pythia had on her face fades. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. I knew her for a really long time." She stares off into the distance, glancing at you briefly before continuing quickly. "We were moirails."

Pythia pauses, going quiet for what seems like forever. At first you don't think she's going to respond, or she's going to respond by either marching away or giving you a swift kick in the ass, but she speaks soon enough. "She was amazing. Kind, sweet. Pretty too. Good with animals, always liked... her animals..." Pythia raises a hand and buries her face in it. "Sorry." "Just- give me. A second." Perfect timing. Could someone add Holly, Casey, and Tima?

Suddenly, these four fuckers walk into the room.

Rigel looks up at the newcomers and straightens instantly. "Er. Seth...?"
"No, it's fine. Showtime smiles and all." When Pythia drags her hand from her face, you couldn't even tell she was upset, smiling brightly. "Alright, let's see who we've got here.

Seth looks over to Rigel and stops in his tracks. "You. Look like me? Hey, wait." Rigel snorts and bursts out laughing. "Come here, idiot."Seth begrudgingly trots over and accepts Rigel's hug. The elder of the two ruffles Seth's hair, still chuckling. "Yeah, you're my son, alright."

Everyone is! Every single one of your friends is in this room, right now.

Cashel watches you approach silently, waiting until you're close, but still not speaking until you do.

"I know more than you want me to. I've seen you before." He hums. "I suppose I feel responsible for you, in a way, seeing as we are the only two of our kind."

"We're the only two sylphs." He smiles faintly. "It isn't easy to master your power."

Parker sprints towards Milo at light speed, tackling him to the ground at the same time Finn does.

"I suppose," Cashel sighs. "I will stop dancing around the matter at hand for five seconds and be frank. I want to help you learn how to use your powers to the full extent of your ability."

Cashel is six feet tall. "It was necessary to keep an eye on you to some degree. You were in a dangerous place, after all." Cashel leans back against the circle in the center of the room, watching your movements curiously.

"Only thanks to us." He smiles coyly.

"Do you remember that infection you got on your leg? Nasty one, scraped on a stray piece of collapsed metal scaffolding."

"Magically... overnight. Do you really buy that?" It's Cashel's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Death was your only option." He deadpans. "There is no medicine in Fiddler, and not a single doctor willing to help."

He nods. "As you wish."
"My offer still stands."
"And," He smiles. "I do believe that you are short of a weapon, in any case."

A soldier comes running into the room, bursting through the doors. They pant slightly. "Admiral Herrne, sir. We received a transmission from a ship. They said their name was, and I do quote," The soldier coughs slightly, "'Ryker Fucking Elwyn'."
"The transmission said, again, I do quote the message, to 'let him down right the fuck now because he shouldn't need to remember the god-forsaken landing codes every time he wants to park his ship and have a powwow with his various pseudo-siblings and their ilk'."
"The transmission also included various ramblings about fistfighting various historical figures and shooting their teeth at the city with a sippie cup straw."
Pythia blinks blankly for a moment, then bursts out laughing. "Holy fuck. I say let the kid land. Anybody who talks like that is someone I'd like to have a conversation with."
Sam jumps to her feet and Cashel stands straight, alert. "Ryker? That's an adjuvant! Come on!!" Sam runs for the door and the soldier steps aside. Pythia shrugs and follows.

I'm not going to list all of the people I have control of because holy shit. Everybody is going outside now.

Outside, on the landing pad, looking up, you can see it. A tiny little ship descends down from the upper atmosphere at an alarmingly fast rate.

The ship aims for an open space in the landing bay, which is quickly cleared of people.The ship begins to slow, but not by much.
"They are... BARELY going to make it." Pythia muses under her breath.
"'Barely' is Ryker's specialty." Cashel remarks.

Sam glances between Maia and Cole, then at Cashel, who returns the look knowingly. The ship finally comes in for a landing, dropping on the platform with a thud. The ship itself is small and lightweight, angled sharply and painted brightly. It looks expensive. The rear hatch opens and a plume of smoke billows out. Two figure stumble out, coughing.
"Well, maybe if you hadn't have rigged the landing program to make you a fucking cup of coffee, we could have survived without the smoke, your highness."
"'Your highness'? You're the violetblood here, asshole."
Out of the smoke come the figures. One is clearly a highblood troll, silver cape draped around his shoulders with a familiar pin on the left. He has fins and impressively tall curved horns, and he looks halfway between amused and disappointed. The other, a human, just looks plain tired. He has bags under his eyes and freckles dotting his cheeks, green eyes dull with negativity. He wears a plain long sleeved shirt and pants, bearing the insignia of the Baroness, and circular glasses sit on his nose.
"A wise man once said; 'there's a party in my mouth, and everybody's throwing up'." Sebastian offers. Pythia laughs and jumps down the stairs, running and embracing him in a hug.

"RYKER!" Sam shouts. She jumps down the stairs similarly, running to hug him.Ryker perks up instantly, hugging her back, lifting her off the ground. "What's up, Sam? I missed you guys!"
Cashel follows, embracing them both at once. "We missed you too." They pull away from one another and Sam turns, beckoning Quin closer.

"Ryker, meet Quin! Quin, this is Ryker, asshole extraordinaire." He wastes no time in extending a hand for you to shake. "Welcome aboard!"

"Of course." Ryker continues. He squints at the fins on the sides of your head, glancing at Sam, who clears her throat quietly. "Those are new."
Ryker releases your hand and laughs. He scrunches his face up a little bit and flaps the fins on the sides of his head. "Fun, aren't they?"
Parker and Rigel both step down the stairs and hug Sebastian, in turn. The newly arrived ancestor glances between the other three worriedly. "Where's Etoile...?"
Parker opens his mouth to explain her absence, both to Sebastian and Rigel, but he never gets the chance. A shadow falls over the sun overhead. When you look up, you see something you really didn't expect to see ever in your life, much less today. A colossal sea monster with two glowing antennae, two rigid front paddles of a sea turtle, and a mass of tentacles behind her swims through the air right over your heads. A person, tiny in comparison, jumps off her head and floats down to the ground beside you.
Etoile is grinning and her hair is glowing as she lands next to the other ancestors. "Sorry I'm late!" Verdigris, above you, continues flying through the air. She soars right over the wall and down the cliff, crashing into the ocean with a mighty wave of water ahead of her.

Etoile embraces each of the ancestors one by one, ending with Rigel. When the two pull away from one another, Rigel is grinning wider than you've ever seen him before. "I missed you."
"I missed you too!" Etoile smiles back. Pythia glances around at the ancestors, then past them to the adjuvants, then up at the descendants. She mutters something to the other ancestors and they nod solemnly.They scatter a moment later. Sebastian, looking somewhat reluctant, heads towards Maia and Cole. Etoile beelines for the adjuvant group.

Etoile clasps her hands in front of her and clears her throat. Sam can't help but smile, giving you a pat on the shoulder before she turns to the other rogue in question.
"Commander. This is Cashel Keimoni, Ryker Elwyn, and Quin-" She frowns slightly, glancing at you. "Quin Lygari."

Etoile nods excitedly, smiling at you in particular. "I've heard! It's wonderful to meet you all. Uh, are any of you...?"
Cashel picks up where Sam left off effortlessly. "There is another, descended from you, but she is currently away." Etoile nods understandingly, but she still looks the tiniest bit disappointed.

Ryker snorts and Sam lowers her head, trying to cover her smile. "Flo. Flo Saylor."
"Aw, what a cute name!" Etoile coos. "I can't wait to meet her."
Sam raises her head and straightens, pointedly not looking at you. "One more thing. You recall the incident with Rigel..? The blood sample and all?"

"Oh." Etoile stares at you a little blankly, beginning to rub a spot on her forearm without realizing it. If you were to look, you could see a tiny little scar there. "It's nothing. Why would it be your fault, anyway?" She tilts her head and smiles. "I can put two and two together. You're my son too, aren't you?"

Etoile laughs lightly. "Why would I possibly hate you?" She puts her hands on your shoulders and assumes a serious expression. "But, if you're going to be a part of this family, I hope you realize..."
She breaks out into a grin and wraps her arms around you, hoisting you into the air with another hearty laugh. "You'd better be a hug person!!"

She sets you down a few moments later, still grinning ear to ear."Sorry. I got excited. Let me know if you have any broken bones and we can find a life player." Etoile punches your shoulder lightly.

"Oh yeah, it's a shitshow." Sebastian replies without hesitation, smiling at you. "I'm... sorry. I don't really know what to say. Did you..." He clears his throat. "Get the recording?"

"It's okay, take your time!" Etoile pats your shoulder gently. "I understand how hard it is to get used to-" She gestures a hand about widely. "All this. For now, I have..." Etoile glances behind you. "Someone to speak with."

Sebastian sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose under his glasses. "I thought I would be," He mutters in return. "We all thought we would be."

Sebastian returns the look. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again either. I saw you when you were just a brand new baby, for a few minutes..." He trails off, glancing at Maia. "Both of you."

"I thought you'd be shorter." He grumbles, arching an eyebrow. "Don't worry, you'll lose a few inches."

Sebastian looks down at it and sighs. "Candra put me in different clothes. Not my choice. I'll be changing as soon as possible." Etoile walls over to Chlori, still grinning. She steps in front of her and spreads her arms, wordlessly offering a hug. Etoile wraps her arms around you, giggling back. You haven't been hugged, not like this, since you left your grandmother's house. You forgot how nice it is.

Sebastian looks back up at you. "None of us expected to be able to meet you guys, all grown up. It just kind of..." He shrugs half-heartedly. "Wasn't an option. As for what happened, well, that's a longer story for another time."
Etoile sets Chlori down and pats their shoulder. "We can talk later, okay? I have so much I want to show you. But I have another person to chat with first."

Etoile paces after you.

She stops as well, a respectable distance from you. "Two really misses you."

"Know what?" She smiles pleasantly. "When I saw a sylph of rage standing here, it wasn't hard to make the connection- put two and two together, as it were."

She nods understandingly. "Are you going to try to kill me too, then?"

The door slams closed in front of you. "You know, Finley would have said yes."
"If I can make Two talk to me, then I can make you."

Etoile still smiles at you. You don't know what the fuck is wrong with this woman."Good. So you say it. You aren't like Finley." She straightens her stance.
"And that's my point. You aren't like them at all. If anything, you're more like me. You're powerful now," She notes, eyes narrowing at you. You hadn't even noticed the purple flecks angrily swirling around you as you spoke. "And it's dangerous. Everyone tells you you're dangerous, and you're powerful. Sometimes you hurt people, on purpose, on accident, and you tell yourself it doesn't matter which. And everyone forgives you anyway."
She chuckles breathlessly, dryly, before continuing."But it doesn't matter. Sometimes you get a little too angry, or raise your hand a little too fast, and you see someone wince, and that hurts more than any physical injury you'll ever get. The thing is? That doesn't matter either. They'll forgive you anyway. You can't change that, ever, so don't try."She barely seems to think about what she says, the words just streaming from her mouth. "I'll leave you alone now. If you want my help, I'll be there for that too. Just don't isolate yourself. It only makes it worse. And next time," She locks eyes with you. "Don't walk away."
With this, ironically enough, she turns on her heel and walks away.

Etoile meanders back over to the rest of the ancestors, ducking her head and wiping at her eyes as covertly as possible. Parker's shoulders sag and he gently pats her back. Pythia blows air out her mouth, thinking. Pythia taps Etoile's shoulder and murmurs something to her. She perks up quickly. The two walk away from the other ancestors and towards Quin and the Adjuvants. It could be a band name.
"Quin, hey. Remember how I promised to get you a better weapon?" Pythia grins.

Pythia pries the shovel out of your grip and turns it over in her own, feeling its weight. She offers it to Etoile, who hums, placing a finger on her chin thoughtfully. "A shovel? Interesting."
"Yes, a shovel. I thought you might be able to provide an alternative, seeing as it most resembles the type of weapon that you have a penchant for collecting."Etoile's eyes light up and she clasps her hands together gleefully. "Well, then! Let's go to the weapon range!!"

Your two new adoptive mothers turn towards the building and head up the stairs. Etoile lags a bit, but follows nonetheless. Cashel also breaks off from the other adjuvants and follows. The four, ancestors blazing forward, Quin in tow, Cashel trailing behind, enter the building and head to the main room.

Etoile and Pythia push open a door. Four corners, one holographic dome in the middle, and three other exits. They veer towards the right doorway, but Cashel slows to a near stop, glancing around.

Cashel does the entire group a favor and looks up, though without tilting his head up.

Cashel narrows his eyes at Hale slightly. "If you'd like a lesson and a new weapon, feel free to tag along."

They continue out and down the hallway.

This hallway is identical to the one leading to the main room, but at the end of it is a completely new place. A large, open room, racks of various weapons against the left wall, targets along the ground and higher up at places along the far wall.Dummies litter the ground between here and there, some standing, some long tipped over. Though empty now, it's obvious the ancestors have spent a lot of time here in the past.Sam decides to abandon Ryker to his Ryker things, striding over to Maia. She's had just about enough of the Lygari side of her family for one day. Ryker's "Ryker things" happen to be walking over to the shortest member of his family and trying to think of something to say. He was not prepared for this.

"Hey. You're my little sister?" She begins. Real smooth of her. "No offense to anyone else, but you look a lot more kickass than most of my family."

"Hey." Ryker replies casually, sticking his hands in his pockets, underneath his silver cloak. "You're Silas?"

He snorts. "Sure am. It's just Ryker, though. Thanks about the cape, it's been through a lot today." He spares a glance back at his ship, which has thankfully stopped smoking.

"Well, sort of. Like everything in this fucked up world, it's more complicated than that.I'm half your sister and half Hale and Navy's, more or less. Part of both ancestors. Don't think about it too hard." Sam shrugs, leaning up against a nearby wall.

"Yep. We're the Adjuvants. Personally, I do freelance work with the Mountain Sun on weekends, or something like that."Ryker shrugs. "Used to have an official title before I stopped giving a shit." "So... rumor has it you've got a lightsaber?" Sam questions, raising her eyebrows in interest.

"Oh." He grins, after a moment. "Thanks, little buddy. I am cooler than most others, though. If we're being fair."

"I know the feeling." Sam laughs. "I have double sabers. They combine into- well." She flushes the tiniest bit. "A laser jumprope, pretty much." Ryker clears his throat a little awkwardly, turning his head away from you. "Yeah, this is about as good as I expected meeting my biological family for the first time was going to go."

He looks back at you, still smiling hesitantly. "Yeah, you sure are. I'm your older brother, technically."

Sam laughs, holding her hands out. Her saber handles pop into them. "Verrrry carefully." She winks. Ryker's mouth opens and closes, floundering for a moment. He soon smiles and wraps his arms around you in return, though somewhat reluctantly. "You sure are a friendly little dude, huh." He winces a little at the parent thing.

He pats your shoulder. "...So, how long do Nerium family hugs usually last?"

Ryker chuckles too, sighing lightly. He spares a glance at Sam, who gives him a quick death glare, and he quickly looks back at Silas. "Thanks!!" Sam grins at Maia. "I'd be happy to show you how they work sometime."

Sam gives you an ecstatic nod. "No prob... lem. Maybe 'no prob' is a little too informal, having only just formally met you." She rubs the back of her head a little sheepishly.

Pythia and Quin walk back out onto the stairs almost immediately after. Etoile trails behind them.

Pythia quickly grabs your hand and lowers the staff, laughing nervously. "Let's not turn every turret in the city on us, okay? Okay."
Sam laughs, giving you a thumbs up. "I'll take your word for it. I'm guessing it's pretty cool."

"Is everyone here?" Pythia releases your staff and scans over the crowd quickly. "Mm. Almost."

Cashel and Hale join the crowd moments later, and Pythia nods, satisfied.
"Alright everyone, listen the fuck up. I'm only saying this once."

"I know this is the first time that you've gotten a chance to see everyone together, but if we don't move, NOW, it will be the last. We have a lot of work to do." Pythia nods and surveys the crowd one last time.
"Descendants will be escorted to the Halls of the Sleeping Heroes to deliver their shards to the clocks. Adjuvants will be tasked with assisting preparations and planning for the Storm. Ancestors will be in Keystone Hall." She glances at the other ancestors around. "We have much to discuss."
"Descendants, if you have any questions, save it. You can ask to your heart's content later." She lowers her eyebrows in a glare. "Well? What are you waiting for? MOVE YOUR ASSES." The adjuvants move first, jumping up the steps and waving for everyone to follow them.

Ryker takes the lead, Cashel and Sam behind him. He isn't a leader, but he sure as hell knows where he's going. He lived and breathed this place for years.

Back into Keystone Hall, into the planning room. This time, instead of heading left to the training room, the adjuvants walk around the center and through the far door. An identical hallway greets you, tall and imposing. Unlike any of the other doors in here, the doors at the end of this hallway are flanked by guards.

The guards in question sweep open the doors in front of you. Behind them is a wide, unlit hallway. The only light comes from small windows in the walls near the ceiling above every bed; nine in total. Eight different beds, of various sizes, types, and colors, are lined up against the wall, four on each side. One bed sits against the wall at the end of the hallway. Each bed clearly belongs to a specific ancestor. You get the feeling all but one of you are about to learn sharing very quickly. "Aw, man." Navy whines, somersaulting in the air. Seth sighs in tired aggravation and Painon's shoulders sag as he glances at his sister. Lirium, on the other hand, grins ecstatically.

Sam whistles and points at the lone, plain bed against the far wall, then to Quin. "Sorry kid, bed's taken."

Finley Lygari's bed is first on the left. Undoubtedly, they wished to be able to make a quick escape, if necessary. Though it seems like someone really should have been taking care of this place, the bed is thrown apart, sheets and blanket ajar. It's pushed up against the wall behind it, into the corner behind one of the doors. The sheets are black and the blanket is blue, pillow balled up underneath them both.

Navy floats over and lands next to him begrudgingly. "Kick me and you're going zhrough zhe wall, emo boy."

Etoile's bed is second on the right. It has a black canopy full of white stars that look to be flickering whenever it moves, and it's made neatly. It has at least five pillows at the headboard, probably more. The comforter on top is nice and fluffy. You feel like you could sink into it forever.

Parker's bed is second on the left, right next to Finley's, which makes the previous interaction that much funnier. It's a little higher than other beds. The blankets drape to the floor on both sides, and a peek underneath would reveal the 'hidden' compartment under the bed. The sheets are white and the blankets are a light, cloudy blue.
Sebastian's bed is last on the left. It looks like a normal bed, by all accounts, but the sheets are slightly off-kilter. Only slightly. The blanket is folded up at the foot of the bed, two pillows sitting on top of it. The sheets are grey and the blanket is the red-brown color of rust.
Candra's bed is last on the right. It has no pillows at all, and the blanket is scrunched up around the middle in an almost nest-like way. The sheets are green and the blanket is white with pink flowers embroidered on it. A sunhat hangs on one of the posts of the bed.
Svalin's bed is first on the right. It's larger than the other beds, covered in a mismatched pile of blankets in various shapes, sizes, and colors. It only has three (tiny, by comparison) accent pillows to its name. It's lower to the ground than the other beds, as well. The sheets underneath all those blankets are a light, misty grey.

Rigel's bed is perfectly made, two pillows and all. The sheets are dark blue and the blanket is a similarly dark grey. The frame is a dark, polished wood, and a tiny symbol is carved into one of the bedposts. Upon closer inspection, it's a 4-pointed star.
Pythia's bed is barely made, as if it fought itself out of cleanliness. The wood of the bedframe has random chunks out of it, hacks and slash marks at random. There is only a teal, too-small fuzzy blanket on the bed instead of a normal one. The sheets are bright red, and there are three pillows stuffed underneath the bed.
Everyone lays down in their respective beds; some enthusiastically, some very much the opposite. I'm sure you can tell which is which for yourself, so we can skip to the falling asleep part. Sam quickly walks over to Quin's bed, once everyone else has laid down, and hugs him. The three adjuvants look around, each feeling something drastically different about this situation, and leave.

Yeah, Sam cries once she manages to silently sprint out of the doors. The soldiers close the doors behind them.

Without warning, one by one, sleep takes you all.