Castlevania Dungeon: It sucks don't it?

[TurkwithStyle]

Death teleported directly into a jail cell within the Castlevania Dungeon, holding Shanoa's hand in one of his hands. "Here is where you shall stay...as commanded by Mr. Tepes." He passed through the bars, and in to the following cell, poking an object that seemed to be a trophy. "Maybe you too, shall be confined as he has." Death cackled before disappearing off and out of sight, the sound of a cackle still ringing through.

[Vize Viper]

The trophy Death poked was, of course, silent, dominating the corner of its cell. A thin layer of dust had begun to cover the figure, obscuring the trophy's stand.

But the figure himself was obviously male, glad in leather armor, and gripping a distinctive whip.

[xenomina]

Shanoa lay unconscious for about an hour. It was golden light of the sun coming through a barred window high above that finally caused the woman to stir from her slumber. She woke up, noticing that her body felt strangely refreshed. Looking down at herself, she realized that something had caused her wounds to heal up and her clothes to be repaired. She did not know if it was Death being merciful, the magic of Dracula, or perhaps some other mysterious power; but nevertheless, Shanoa was grateful.

After taking a few moments to adjust to the dim light, Shanoa observed her surroundings. She was in a holding cell in what she assumed was the dungeon of Dracula's castle. A strange glow came from the bars, and when she got a better look, noticed that strange symbols- a spell, was carved into them. It was only when she recognized some of the symbols that Shanoa realized that there was something very amiss.

"Damn! My magic is gone!" Shanoa cursed to the darkness. "Dracula was smart to put me in a cell that drained the power for my glyphs."

Not ready to settle into her new home just yet, Shanoa continued to look around the cell. A small cot hung on the left wall, the sheet stained and torn, rough patches keeping the unsightly bed together. She then turned to see what looked like a life size statue in the corner- but rustling and the sound of footsteps kept her from inspecting more. Careful to not raise suspicion, Shanoa quickly lay back down on the stone floor and feigned unconsciousness once more, an easy feat for one with no emotions to give anything away.

She heard someone speaking in hisses, a language she could not understand, a heavy tray being dropped and being pushed along the floor. Then the footsteps and hissing faded away, and more clattering signaled a heavy door being shut and locked. Waiting a few moments, Shanoa lifted her head once more. Apparently a servant had brought food and drink for her. What surprised her though, is that she was given a hefty, fresh meal. Cured beef was accompanied by some grapes and bread that must have been made only a hour before. Fine cheese rounded out the plate, as well as a bowl of water and a goblet full of wine.

Shanoa would have been suspicious of the food, but something inside her knew better. Just what was Dracula planning? Taking a roll to eat, she went back to inspect the statue. It was dusty, but she could make out easily enough that it was some sort of male warrior carrying a fancy whip. Surprised, she dusted the whip off. She could feel the detail put in the whip, she would have said it was real, if it had not been so clearly made of stone. It was then that she realized something very important. The Belmonts who had fought against Dracula long ago had wielded sacred whips- perhaps he made this statue to signify this cell was for holding Belmonts???

Unsure of her own reasoning, Shanoa kneeled to look at the base to see if any engravings could give her a clue. She was amazed to see the statue sat on a pure gold base. At the front, a name was engraved, but the dust was too thick for her to see it clearly. Without much thought, Shanoa tried to brush off the dust on the gold stand...

[Vize Viper]

The statue's base was perfectly normal, until the moment Shanoa's hand touched it... and as as if a flame had been lit inside them, the letters began to glow almost blindingly white.

And the name?
SIMON

The stand was a moment later engulfed in the same light, that spread to the trophy, releasing a silent explosion of energy for a split second, knocking Shanoa back.

And the man who had been a statue was standing over her, his expression for a brief moment confused. The last thing he'd remembered was facing Dracula again... then pain. Death. Death had struck at him from behind.

So how was he here?

[xenomina]

Shanoa didn't even have a chance to read the name on the statues stand before it was engulfed in bright light. Shanoa covered her eyes only to be knocked backwards by a sudden blast of energy. When Shanoa moved her arm to look, a strong red-haired warrior stood in place of the statue. What magic was this? Surely not even the gaze of the Medusa had such an effect.

[Vize Viper]

The man was quiet, silently offering Shanoa a hand up. He didn't know who she was, but it looked like they were both in one of Dracula's dungeons, so he really should try to get her out before he went after Dracula again.

[xenomina]

"Thank you, sir." Shanoa responded as she took his hand and got up. "What is your name?"

[Vize Viper]

The man, glancing around at the cell around them, hooked his whip onto his waist, seeming like he had no intention of answering Shanoa until he spokee, rather abruptly.

"Simon. And you are?"

[xenomina]

"Shanoa." Was all she responded before moving back to the tray of food. "I suggest you eat, sir. The food is not poisoned." With that, Shanoa picked up a piece of cheese and began to munch on it. Shanoa still felt tired, especially from the effects the spell was having on her, but she found that the food was giving her some much needed strength.

[Vize Viper]

With only a slight glance at the food, he turned his attention to the bars again.

"Call me Simon. Sir makes me feel like I should retire."

[xenomina]

"Simon, as in Simon Belmont? But how, the Belmonts were all killed off years ago!" Shanoa thought for a moment. "What magic is at work here..."

[Vize Viper]

Simon glanced at Shanoa, looking confused. "Well obviously, they're not all dead."

How long have I been... in whatever state I was in?

[xenomina]

"This World is very strange.." Shanoa murmured to herself while she ate, not really paying much attention to what the Belmont was doing as much as quenching her body's growing insistence for nourishment to make up for all the energy and power she had lost in the fight. Shanoa was used to eating more than most women did. She had to make up for her own bits of energy the glyphs used, and the constant strain the spell in the cell had was not helping her feel any better. It was no wonder she was given so much food, Dracula wanted to keep her alive and very healthy.

[Vize Viper]

Deciding to leave Shanoa to her meal, the Belmont brought his hand up, testing the strength of the bars, and noting the glyphs on them. "... Hmph." He then took a few steps back, drawing his whip.

"Well, Shanoa. As pleasant as the accommodations here are... I plan on leaving."

[xenomina]

Shanoa wasn't that surprised when the realization struck her, The dungeon cell was probably originally intended for her, they probably didn't except for her to awaken the statue of Simon. "Are you sure your whip can break these bars?" She asked, taking a quick sip of water before moving the whole tray aside. "When you free us, I will be of little help until I regain the mana this spell is taking from me."