The sky was a wonderful grey colour, fading to a deep blue-purple around the horizon. It was grim, yes, but grim suited Sapient just fine. She was perfectly content to live with a sky as grim, it reflected how she felt at the moment. To be quite truthful it reflected how she felt most of the time. Ramshackle street houses backed off onto muddy fields which were only beginning to show a hint of green here and there. Barren, leafless trees dotted around looking rather worse for wear. So this was how the game chose to portray itself that particular day, sometimes the scenery changed by the day, others by the week and even the hour. It was a fluid place, often described as chaotic, nothing was set in this place. She'd seen many a man grow mad from it. At first, Sapient herself had found the constant change unbearable, it was only until you accepted it and stopped trying to hold onto things that you could really take the game for what it was. Sallow-looking grey clouds swirled aimlessly overhead, it gave the impression of imminent rain. It wasn't terribly cold and the slightly moist feel to the air almost confirmed the fact that soon Sapient was going to be soaked to the bone. She didn't bother moving, instead she moved her lithe frame closer to the chimney stack. Despite the fact that there was clearly no fire coming from below it, the bricks were warm as if she'd just missed the flame and smoke. After a moment or two, Sapient closed her eyes and leant her head against the bricks. She had no fear of falling, it was like being a dolphin afraid of drowning, the rooftops were her home as much as the ground was. The young woman could feel the first drops of many hitting her and sliding down her arm, she did nothing to keep herself dry, there was little point to it anyway.
Sapient could clearly recall the first day that she'd entered the game, she could even remember what she had been wearing that day. She could recall how scared she had been, she could recall almost everything. Except from his face, with the passing years his face had faded from her mind. He who had left her here to rot. The game was a rather strange affair, though very, very dangerous. There were two bone dice, one which was mostly black with only white dots, the other was mostly white with black dots. There was also a beaten and battered pack of tarot cards. They said it had been a Victorian magician who'd first invented it. There was little wonder why he disappeared shortly after. The pack of tarot cards could be split into the Major and Minor Arcana and you'd roll the white dice first and pick from the Minor Arcana (the minor Arcana had many more cards than the major most of them were safe or had no effect at all, but the minor Arcana contained the worst card in the pack). The black was rolled second and you picked from the Major (all of the Major Arcana had a lot of effect, good and bad) and then it was time for the game to begin. Once each card had felt your gaze you found yourself somewhere that wasn't your own. A world that was the twisted reflection of those in it, it changed with whoever was in it. The thoughts and memories influenced the game in many ways. The whole point of the game was to find The Fool. The Fool was justa card, in short, though it was a rather tricky card at that.
Sapient's earliest child hood memories were of the glamorous Edwardian era, she could only remember it so vividly due to the time of fear following it with the first world war. Sapient had a good memory, she could almost feel the fear she'd felt as a teen growing up during that difficult time. Then had came her era, the lavish era that had been the 20's. She'd been engaged, until she and her lover had entered the game for fun. Until they both thought they were going to die. Until he'd taken the only chance she'd had to escape, he'd left leaving her behind. Despite the many years that had passed the wound was still raw. She'd had to watch the same thing happen again when an solider had entered the game some years later, she thought he'd be her ticket out, but sadly that wasn't the case. It was at that time she'd become the game's, she'd given up trying to help the players that did nothing but lie and deceive her. Sapient was bitter, she had no hope left for herself. It had become quickly apparent that in the game Sapient didn't age, she was still the young woman looking like she was in her twenties rather than what her lover had become, which must be bones by now. Not to say that the game hadn't changed her appearance, because it had. Before she'd been a rather soft looking figure, she was so much more angular now, she looked so much more hardened. Not to say that she wasn't as equally pretty as she had been before, but this was a raw, fierce beauty that was rarely appreciated.
The only thing that had done anything to change that, was the six children (or teenagers as they called themselves now) that had been forced to return to the game for the fourth time now. There was something about their utter and complete trust of each other that really threw her off. There was no room for betrayl in their minds, and every bit of trust that surrounded them hit Sapient like a knife in the chest. Just their very presence was beginning to sting now, was beginning to weaken her. For once the emotionless helping hand of the game was beginning to crack, and honest and truly Sapient had no idea what was behind her mask. She knew she had nothing left of her old self, whatever she had was dust now, the vicious, roof climbing Sapient was who she'd been for longer than she cared to remember. It was all she had now. For the first time in over sixty years, Sapient Garret was scared.
(( Title fail, as per usual~ x3;; <33 Click pet image for human form~ ))
