Miriana Nyxim, Hard difficulty
Age: 9
LV: 1
Moves: Endure (9/10 PP)
Type: Normal
Ability: None
Nature: Hasty (Speed Up, Defense Down)
Description: The young girl has awoken in a run-down room, and has walked the twisting paths. Now, where is the way forward, and why hasn't she found anyone yet?
+++GAME LOADED!+++
+++Gaining points in attributes boost your stats as well. For Example, Dex boosts Speed, Atk, and HP!+++
Miriana's eyes remain fixated on the page of the book, quietly observing the unreadable letters and image of herself. Her mind is swirling from the strange flash, stranger writing, and even stranger photo seemingly drawn into the page with ink. Yet, no matter how long she stares at the page without even a blink, nothing seems to change. What ever has been done is done and the page seems to no longer be changing. With a sigh mixed both with relief and dismay, Miriana closes the book and, with a bit of effort, places the book to her left side. With the book no longer at the fore-front of her mind, the beeping that croaks out from the desk becomes the center of her focus.
The beeping rings through the room and, despite being quite mellow in volume, is becoming somewhat painful to her ears. Especially up close, where the grating sound grinds against her ears and makes her mildly flinch away. Pushing through the discomfort, small hands raise up above the rounded edge of the table as the young girl tries, and fails, to pull herself up. With a huff, she drops back down and looks around her. Her eyes zero in on the knocked over chair, laying besides the fallen security guard... robot? Her feet quickly tap against the carpeted floor, the soft fabric dulling the sound of her hard shoes.
'This carpet seems strangely out of place.'
The carpet stands out from the rest of the room by being the only object in the room covered in a thick layer of dust. In fact, the layer of dust is so thick that stomping on the ground too hard knocks a bit of dust into the air and covers the young girl's shoes in even more dust than before. It's to the point that her steps leave a trail on the rug, yet, the rest of the room is hardly dusty at all strange comparing it to how dusty the hallways were. Yellow light shines brightly from a clean, circular light above, and all the walls are a vivid and strong, red and white, horizontal split. Miriana shakes her head a little as her hands wrap around the chair.
'Maybe I'm overthinking things again.'
She lifts the chair, blocking her own vision. A clacking sound is heard at her feet, but she continues. Her arms and legs shaking as she carries the few steps of distance to the desk. The chair hits the floor, strangely only half height it was before, the bottom part of the chair has broken off. The young girl looks back to the lower part of the chair, discomfort flashes by her face for a moment. The thought of tripping over the lower part of the chair as she made her way over tugs at the back of her mind, but is soon forgotten. Looking back at the desk with a now much smaller chair and no real way up onto the desk, she places her right hand on her chin. A thought crosses her mind, and, with an unceremoniously kick, knocks the seat over so that it makes a ramp up to the desk.
"Bap"
With one careful step followed by another, Miriana stands on top of the chair. Yet, the desk still stands above her waist, but not by much. Determined, she jumps up to the desk, the chair below her creeks by the sudden force brought down upon it as she makes her leap. Her waist hits the edge as her hands slam down on top. With shaky arms, she pulls herself up the rest of the way, placing her left knee, then her right knee, before sliding herself up the rest of the way. Standing on top of the table, the young girl is held in awe by the wide array of old looking TVs that are stacked upon the desk. Many showing different points of corridors similar to the one she has walked down prior, while others show rooms. Some of the rooms are in disarray while others look like they are in perfect condition. Unfortunately, some seem to be broken only displaying black and white static.
The echoing bleeps drag the curious young lady's attention downwards. A small remote-like device, oval shaped with three buttons and a red blinking light, is scooped up by Miriana's hands. Having had quite enough with the noise, she presses the top-most button. Silence soon follows as the top of the object stops blinking. Looking up, the young girl notices that the screens have changed. Many that were on previously are now broken, while others that had seemed broken are now on. The confused girl presses the top button again, than the middle button, and than the bottom button. Each time, a different set of TVs switch on or switch off, and, after pressing the buttons randomly for a few seconds, the TVs all make a distinct form:
11111111
10000001
10000001
11111111
(1 meaning on, and 0 meaning off)
Miriana looks at the screens, an eye brow arched as he gazes at the screen, then at the remote, then back at the screens.
'Am I suppose to turn them all on?'
She presses each button twice, finding which TVs each button-
No.
+++Huh?+++
No, we aren't doing this. I've always been bad at these kinds of brain-teasers, and I will not have the first puzzle I've ever had be this one.
+++Well, you have to get all the TVs on to continue the story.+++
Oh, don't worry. I already know how I'm going to do that.
+++Uh... What do you mean by-+++
Miriana's thumbs, as if possessed, slam on all the buttons repeatedly in no coherent order. The screens flicker on and off in waves, becoming a symphony buzzes as the young girl hits the buttons non-stop. Suddenly all noise comes to a halt, except for the clicking sound of buttons being pressed. Soon that fades too and the young girl, with a smirk on her face and a strange azure glow in her eyes, looks up to the TVs, now all on. With a quick glance at the now dimmed light at the top of the remote, she tosses it behind her. Slowly, the blue light vanishes in her eyes, returning them to the hazel they were before.
Miriana gained 1 point(s) in Int!
"Oh, never mind. They all turned on by themselves. Sweet!"
Miriana's hands suddenly feel a bit light and she looks down at her hands, at the desk, and all around with confusion in her eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain splits through her mind, and her right hand rises to her head. Her feet stumble backwards a bit, before her heel reaches the edge of the desk and she slips down the edge. In an instant, her back is on the floor. Fortunately, the rug softens the blow, but a thick rug isn't the best landing pad, especially for a child.
Miriana took 5 hp in damage!
Miriana feels the consequences of actions that aren't her own!
The sound of gears turning fills the room, yet they fail to fall on the young girl's ears as she struggles to her feet. Her arms wrap themselves around her in an attempt to soothe the uncontrolled shivering that travels from her heart and through her whole body. Her eyes become wet beneath shut eyelids while her body turns in on itself, as of she is bowing her head. A single drop of red slips from her nose and falls, blending in with the red carpet. Taking a deep breath and recovering her strength, Miriana tightens her hands that remain by her side into fists and straightens up once again.
"O-ow, that hurt. I should of been more careful."
An unfamiliar crunching sound echoes below as she takes a step forward. Bringing back her foot, she finds what used to be the remote on the ground.
"I guess I fell on it, oops, hope I didn't need that."
Miriana's soft touch against her back mixed with a wince of pain on her face attest to these words.
The sound of gears turning eventually catches the young girl's attention, and she makes her way back on top of the desk. Though, this time making sure to stand farther from the ledge. However, as she reaches the top, the gap between her and the television opens up and a large console rises from inside the desk. A ten by ten row of buttons, with strange symbols written onto each of them, reveals itself before the awestruck girl, as a green light brightens up in the top left corner of the console. The room grows silent, except for the quiet electric hum of the TVs. With a look to her left, and than to her right, she sits down in front of the console.
'uh... 1, 2, 3... 32, different TVs, and 1, 2,... uh... many more different buttons. How on earth do I use this? I was hoping to be able to call someone with this...'
Unsure of what to do, the young girl stares deeply at the buttons. After a moment, Miriana spots one peculiar button.
'Is that a... microphone?'
A rectangular bottom, and three round forms on top. On the bottom-most and largest circle were a couple of dots.
'I mean, I think it is. Or maybe an ice cream cone? Either way, maybe I can call for help with this.'
With a moment of hesitation, the young girl's finger slams down on the button, and the room roars to life.
...
Unbeknownst to her, the Book of Memoirs shines brightly in the background.
To Be Continued.
You've Finished: Miriana's Introduction
Miriana has received 8 Hp in Damage!
Miriana has learned a new move: Endure!
Miriana has found 1x Oran Berry!
Miriana hasn't used any items yet!
EXP Gained: 46!
Miriana's LV increased!
Miriana's LV increased!
EXP until next level: 45!
You've Unlocked: Riley's Introduction
...
Consequences that aren't your own creep down your back.
+Game Saved!+
Miriana Nyxim Lv. 4
HP: 8/16 (+4)
ATK: 8 (+2)
DEF: 6 (+2)
SP. ATK: 7 (+3)
SP. DEF: 8 (+3)
SPD: 10 (+2)
Moves:
1. Endure! (Power: 0, PP 9/10)
When used successfully, will always survive the next hit with one hp, even at 1 hp! However, the user must be concious of their action to use this move and the user will still feel the pain of the attack. Temporarily increases DEF and SP. DEF out of battle.
2. Blank
3. Blank
4. Blank
Nature: Hasty
Hates to lose.
Most Recent entry:
After leaving the Book of Memoirs on the floor, Miriana Nyxim decided to figure out what's going on with the awful beeping coming from the desk. Using the broken chair, she climbs onto the desk, only to come face-to-face with a large row of TVs. Using a remote left on the table, Miriana -[There is a gap in the writing]- Recovering from the fall, Miriana noticed that the remote had broken underneath her weight. After a quick lament over the remote, she climbed back onto the table. Upon her arrival, a large array of buttons greeted her. With the hope glimmer of hope to signal for help, Miriana presses one of the buttons.
Wait, that's it?
+++Well, she can't continue from this point. Alone that is+++
So someone else has to do something for us to continue?
+++Yup, all we can do is wait.+++
Drat. I was hoping to do a bit more.
+++I did save the previous puzzle if you want to-+++
No.
+++Consumable items commonly replenish Hunger. Remember to keep a few on you whenever you can.+++
A few minutes earlier:
A young Riolu lets out a deep breath, watching as his breath condenses into a white cloud right before his eyes. Once again, the Riolu travels around the room. From shelf to shelf, some overturned and some crumbling as they stand, sharp red eyes gaze over. Finally, they rest upon a tin can that rests upon one of the non-overturned shelves. Without a word, his paw reaches up and swipes it from the shelf.
Riley acquired 1x Poke Food!
The Riolu's eyes widen as the shelf begins to approach him. With a quick step, he rounds the shelf just as it falls to the ground, accompanying the many that have fallen just like it. Out of danger, the Riolu calms himself, only to remember once again just how cold he is. With a deep sigh, and a shake of the body in hopes to warm himself up a little, his blue paw dug into the top of the can. Pulling on the handle, the top of the can peels of slowly, revealing rectangular shaped pellets. Without a second glance, the contents of the can empty out into Riley's mouth. After a moment of strained chews, he swallows the tasteless food.
Riley used the Poke Food!
Riley's Belly is full!
Another deep sigh drags from his throat. With a glance to the right, then to the left, the Riolu falls into a sitting position on the ground.
'Now, what can I do?'
The sound of static fills the room, causing the Riolu's ears to perk up. He turns to the corner of the room where a black box hangs, apparently the source of the noise. Abruptly, the sound stops, following a shrill voice echoing from the speakers.
"H-Hello? Can anyone here me?"
A/N: And... that's the end to her introduction. I was planning on writing more, but I think this is enough mystery for one chapter. I didn't really plan to include the "fourth wall breaking" moment, but I think it showcased some more aspects of Miriana's situation. So~ the two main characters of this story meet... well, not really. But! They are going to have a large impact on each others stories. So until next time!
Misc Author Question of the Day: What are your thoughts on tile flipping puzzles? I don't mind the regular ones, but the extremely complex ones just make my head spin.