After walking for a bit, as well as jumping up some ledges and climbing stairs, the armor found himself in an area where music was being played. "Now where the hell am I?"
(would help if you identified WHAT music. whole castles got it...
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(Something like...)
(Just a little something to add to the back story of this.)
no prob. lets go for it.
Lets identify between present and reality through putting the flashback between lines, like this
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Flame and Afro, along with a few other RPM members entered the frightening castle.
"No idea... Although im sure we will find out."
The Cyborg cocked his forearm like a shotgun, priming the concealed shotgun under the surface. Shall we go in further?
"Lets."
replied Afro.
They exited the pitch black entrance corridor and courtyard into what looked like an enormous entrance hall. It was dark inside. There were crimson and purple velvet drapes, and a black and white checkered floor. the walls were made of some sot of black stone, with golden trims. an intricately detailed chandelier hung, covered in cobwebs and unused, in the center of the ceiling. Which was pitch black as well, giving the impression that it went on forever. At the center of the room was a grand staircase, its crimson carpet spilling forth almost like blood gushing from the upper floors.
Flame gulped a little. the atmosphere was as thick as pea soup in there. As they walked on, there were also small lamps on the walls, also unused. The very little pale light that was in the room came from the moon, streaming in through grand windows, as if the very forces of heaven were attempting to shower the mortals who dared enter with a ray of hope to strengthen their souls.
"Some castle, huh... I feel like this might be tough."
stated Flame. If he still had his own knees, they would have been shaking.
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