Deus in Absentia [Event]

[Remy 'Thorn' Dupris]

Thorn twitched his fingers as he approached the maze.  He really could go for a smoke, but was told there was no smoking in the Maze.  He was displeased to even be taking part of this childish facade of an event, but knew that he had to make an appearance.  Remy Dupris had been formally invited, and this was the type of thing that the coordinator would not be able to afford to miss given his absence from the last two contests.  Thorn needed Remy to stay relevant, so to the maze he went.

However, the Sociopath did not travel alone.  At his side strode his fiery angel of wrath Ifrit.  The Magmar cracked his knuckles as they approached.  The Fire Type would much rather have been entering a battle tournament given his d'ruthers, but knew better than to question Thorn's orders.

"Why not just have the little lady float through the walls and find our way?"

A melodic voice came from behind the Team Rocket Admin.

"Silly Ifrit!  My Darling is so smart that he has no need for me to do that!  He probably already knows which way to go"

The Froslass hovered around his shoulders, giggling to herself.  Shiva was just happy to be chosen to accompany Thorn anywhere.  The man frowned and shook his head.

"That would be against the rules.  No need to bring down any officials on our heads.  I'm sure we'll be able to manage just fine."

The three awaited their turn to go with varying degrees of excitement.

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Notes: Well, here we go.
Theme: Remy's Theme

[Arcanine]

As the fearless Remy 'Thorn' Dupris and his two pokemon companions venture into the corn maze starting designated path, a thick white fog begins to seep out from between the tall stalks of corn from all around them. The fog thick enough to only allow them to see up to the third or fourth rows of stalks. Beyond that, it was pitch black.

And if they dared to look behind them, they were meant with the same thick fog that wouldn’t allow them to see the starting point. Strangely enough, the haze doesn’t seem to fill the walkway itself in front of them other than a light dusting at their feet. It was almost like the fog was guiding them, urging them forward into the unknown of the maze.

Hollow ghostly ghouls and sinister high pitched snickers slowly begin to pick up in both volume and intensity, a few of them seemingly getting close while others seemed to be still some distance away. Every once in a while, rustling in the stalks could be heard to their left or right. But if they dared to look, whatever it was would quickly vanish into the thick fog. How creepy.

Finally after several minutes of walking through whatever the hell was going on in the corn maze around them, the path is divided into two different direction. One splits off slightly to the left while the other splits off slightly to the right. Both paths look identical, nothing giving them a hint as to what could either path lead too. In the center of the divide, a single simple beat up board sign held up by a two by four barely pounded into the earth stood. On it, crimson red sloppy dripping letters state for them to pick left or right. Around them, low scratchy cackling voices added into the already haunted ambiance calling for them to pick one. The longer they lingered, the louder they got.

PICK A PATH
LEFT OR RIGHT