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Trust is one thing

Who: Elektra Natchios and you!
What: The castle turns Elektra's room into a reflection of her mind.
When: All throughout the plot!
Where: Elektra's headspace room
Rating: TBD/PG-13 for references to death, violence, and questionable parenting at any point in the log.
Notes Prose to start but, actionspam is welcome. Please specify day or else I'll assume it's after the first day. Everyone starts off at Matt's apartment unless they request otherwise. Just mention it in the subject line.

Sleep was never something that came easily to Elektra. She had seen enough in her life to have plenty to haunt to dreams. That was something she could keep safe within herself. No one ever had to see all those terrible things she bottled up inside. Elektra should have know it would never last. When she awakens, Elektra finds herself large bed in a gray, lifeless apartment with the only remarkable features being religious symbols scattered about, a pair of beat up red boxing gloves, and a large stereo; this is Matthew Murdock's apartment. The fire place is roaring and just above it a small statue of a man in woman about to embrace. Elektra takes in these details and looks about ready to lose her mind.

Before Elektra realizes it she's running. A door flies open to reveal woodland area with majestic mountains in the background. A section of the woods has been cleared out and clean wooden houses are scattered about. In the center of these houses is a stage with a rack to hold staffs. It's clearly a training area. The paths are made of dirt. Generally it's a beautiful, peaceful place. There's a door that leads to a far darker place however.

Within it is a beautiful, well kept mansion. Everything within it is polished wood, Greek architecture, and white walls. The furniture is covered in white sheets. It all seems beautiful until those sheets are suddenly covered in blood, bodies randomly appear on the floor, or suddenly there is no mansion at all; just water that seems deadset on choking the life out of whoever is in it...

This is where the true Elektra is trying to escape on the first day. Afterward, different incarnations (a little girl, a woman dressed in red with knives, and so on) are scattered throughout the three places to either help or hurt whoever comes within the room.

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Julia doesn't know exactly how she ended up here.

All she'd known was that she had to get out of her own room, for the sake of her own sanity. There were things she hadn't thought about in years, hadn't wanted to think about in years, and most certainly didn't want to face. So she'd wandered.

And so now she finds herself standing in completely unfamiliar surroundings, what appears to be someone's apartment. She looks around, quietly, trying to get her bearings. Not that she'd ever been much on decor herself (and not that she'd ever had the time, in the life she led), but it was clear that whoever lived here just... didn't put any thought to it at all. There's a feeling about the place too. It seems lifeless, almost cold.

Her eyes catch the pair of boxing gloves, automatically drawn to the one piece of color in this place, and she bends to pick them up, bringing them closer to eye level for better examination.

The clicking of high heels should be the first sign Julia is not alone. From another part of the apartment, Elektra (or a version of her) approaches. She's dressed in a red silk tank top and skirt. Her hair is curly, pulled half way back, and soaking wet as if she got caught in a rain storm. "They caught my attention when I first came here too," she says with a small smile on her face. "They belonged to a talented boxer."

At the sound first of footsteps, and then another voice, Julia turns. Even if she doesn't show it outwardly, she's somewhat startled by the sudden presence of another. (It's an art and a necessary skill that she's had to learn in the life she leads; to maintain a cool and collected exterior, not betraying anything by appearance.)

She gently sets the gloves down onto the bed. "Who was he?"

Of course, she has a lot more questions. "Where am I?" and "Who are you?" being the most popular of them.

"Jack 'The Devil' Murdock," she says with a hint of amusement. "They say he fought like the devil in the boxing ring. Not many remember his name where I come from but, that didn't make him any less of a fighter. I never met him but, I can respect a man who fought that hard during his lifetime."

She seems caught up in her own thoughts for a moment. Eventually she turns her gaze back to Julia.

"So how exactly did you end up here?"

Even though she'd put the gloves down, Julia still can't help but look at them as she hears that story. 'The Devil,' huh? The gloves are strangely fitting. They make her think of something else from her own past, for some reason. Bloodshot eyes that couldn't even be human, under the influence of that drug she had grown to despise....

Her own gaze is off of the other woman now, and has gone back to wandering again. Though she barely registers the question, she does answer it with a simple response. "I don't know."

"I'm not surprised." Elektra looks over the apartment with Julia. It was exactly the way she left it all those years ago. Even a figment could tell it was too good to be true. "This place is playing games again. There's no way this could actually be New York."

Of course, "New York" doesn't actually mean anything to Julia. She comes from a time when Earth is nearly uninhabitable. But she gets the sentiment. Though she'd done a double take when she'd woken up to find her room with the appearance of her old apartment back in Tharsis, she'd noticed something off about it almost immediately.

"Does this happen often?"

"Not this exactly," Elektra explains. "Different things have happened while I've been here like the translator stops working, we get attacked by monsters, or transported to different places."

She looks over the apartment again. "It's never brought me here before."

In other words, the place is totally and completely random. Just as Julia feared. She'd spent so long on the run, living life without a sense of where she was headed, that all she really wanted was some sort of stable predictability in her life. Even if it was a predictable sort of chaos; not ideal, but it would've been better.

"What is this place?" ... Yeah, the question finally slips out.

Elektra smiles at that. "An old friend's apartment right now." She looks it over. "I think it's a replica but, who knows?" She adds in slowly, "If you mean in general? I guess you could say it's like living in a possessed building. Most of the time it's harmless but, then things like this happen."

Peter hadn't seen Elektra in person since before Abel disappeared from the castle. A lot happened since then: the battle against Riful and Legato, his short vacation from the castle, and then Lorne's disappearance. And as much as Peter wanted to bury himself in his work at Caritas, he knew he had to try getting out. So he sought out the person who would understand how it felt to lose someone they considered family.

He knocked on the door. When he didn't get a reply right away, Peter tried the door. It opened under his touch and he stepped inside. He froze at the threshold. Something was wrong... He could sense it immediately.

"Elektra?" he called out uncertainly.

A small girl in a blue sundress with green eyes and curly hair wanders over. "Peter." She looks concerned to say the least. Elektra, our the child incarnation of her, didn't like the idea of any of her friends here. There were far too many things that could possibly go wrong.

"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe."

Peter didn't need a strange girl to tell him this place wasn't safe. He could sense it the moment he stepped inside. He knew what this was, and he didn't like it.

"Where's the older Elektra?" he asked, trying to keep his voice under control. "Is she in here?"

"She's a little further ahead. It's hard to stay away for long when people keep wandering around freely. They'll get hurt in this room because I can only do so much here." She frowns, fists clenched at her sides. "You should leave."

Peter shook his head at the girl. He knew what this place was and although he hadn't come in on purpose, now that he was here he wasn't going to just leave.

"I'm not leaving until I see her," he insisted. He focused his thoughts on Elektra, knowing that he would pop up wherever she was in this place. Or at least, that was how it worked when he went inside Sylar's head.

The girl holds out her hand as if she realizing what he intends to do. "Wait-" And she's gone. In fact, Matt's entire apartment is gone. It's replaced by a woodland area with houses in the middle of it and a stage area for training. Peter should find himself within one of the houses. Elektra is there on a simple twin sized bed in her pajamas (a tank top and gym pants) talking to a blind man in a white sweater; Peter may recognize him as Matt.

Elektra turns her head to Peter, clearly confused. "Peter?" The second she turns her head to face him, Matt is gone.

Peter so far assumed he had somehow accidentally tapped into Elektra's mind. And having done it once before, he knew he couldn't just walk back out the door he used to come in. So of course he had to seek out Elektra herself.

"Elektra. I'm sorry, I didn't come in on purpose. But now we need to get out." He held out a hand for her. "Come with me. I'll help you."

"It's okay." Elektra glances at his hand for a second. She's a little paranoid after being in here so long. Whether if it was for her safety or his, Elektra couldn't be entirely sure. After all, who was to say this was the real Peter or an imaginary one? She just finished speaking to Matt.

Carefully she says without taking her eyes off his hand, "I don't think that's a good idea. If this is really Peter, you'll only get into trouble hanging around me here. I don't want that."

"It's really me," Peter confirmed. He didn't get offended, since Sylar thought he was an illusion at first, too. "And I'm not leaving you alone here. This is all just in your head, Elektra. But I can get you out."

He hadn't realized yet that this was just a trick of the castle. Maybe because his telepathy and empathy were working against him, but so far to him it really did seem like he was in Elektra's mind.

Hesitantly she reaches out and takes his hand. For a moment Elektra just appreciates the fact that he is solid before meeting his eyes. For once Elektra seems uncertain. "I hope you're right." Because she didn't want to deal with the alternative. There was more beyond this place that even gave her pause. She didn't want to subject her friends to it.

This would be different. Peter truly wanted her out; there would be no walls to trap them in. He took Elektra by the hand and started guiding her along. He pictured a door opening out into the hallway of the castle.

If they were in her head as he thought, then he as a telepath could control some things. He could even create an exit even if one didn't exist before.

"You have to want to get out," he told her. "Otherwise this isn't going to work."

Elektra allowed herself to guided. At what he said, she glances at him with a small frown on her face.

"I want to get out," She explains as if this should be obvious. Though really considering the fact she was talking to a figment it probably wasn't obvious at all. "It doesn't want me to leave."

"Keep thinking that and you'll never get out," Peter told her with a shake of his head. He probably sounded harsh but he couldn't help it. He dealt with all of this before and wasn't in the mood to let his friend be trapped for years.

"This is all in your head, Elektra. You have the power to get out, or you can just make the cage stronger."

Elektra exhaled loudly. She knew he was right. Considering his ability he must be an expert on these things. Aside from that, it made sense. She was in control here. If she'd stop letting the exposure shake her things would be okay.

"I'm ready. Do it."

He nodded and continued guiding her forward. He was looking for anything that could be conceivably used as an exit. An opening in a cave, maybe. Or a door that would appear in the middle of nowhere. Being inside a person's mind, anything was possible.

He would find it in the form of a door. Unlike the others in the woodland area it was pure white verus uncolored wood. Elektra catches the difference right away. "Did you do that?"

Peter wasn't expecting an actual door to appear, but if it got them out, it was good enough. He approached the door, touching it just to make sure it was solid.

"I guess I did," he answered with a thoughtful frown. "I told you I was getting you out of here."

"Right." She glances at him. "Look I'm sorry. Just being here... it throws me off." Elektra turns her attention to the door. "Alright. Let's go." She goes to step through confident that Peter is joining her.

"It's okay," Peter assured her. "I understand." And that was definitely the truth. He followed Elektra through the door, relieved at how much easier this was the second time around.

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Trust is one thing

Sometime on the second day... let's say evening or night?

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Sunday :D

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