Seriously? Another one of these posts? First The Serene Goat, now this? I think we've gotten bored of these ~mysterious~ posts. If Theres a Perso N Behind This, please Stop.

hmm...I think some people are finding them fun! If you disagree please say so in a nice, respectful way. I think that post can be seen as hurtful/rude/insensitive. :)

"Capture. Please." Realm begged, toying with the edges of his black cloak.

The man shook his head at the young boy (Realm). "I've said this enough, Realm. If I have to call upon my name to keep you here, I will." He threatened, his identically-colored cloak rippling with every slight movement he made. 

Realm sighed. "I know, but--"

"But you were blessed with a powerful name. Are you going to forsake it by breaking laws and getting yourself killed?" The man scolded.

Realm nodded and bit his lip, keeping further comments to himself.

"Now. We have CAPTCHAs to answer. If you pull another trick like you did last time--trying to contact the Chatterbox, the very place we aren't welcome, you know what will happen. Realm...you don't deserve your gift." The man ranted angrily, his dark bronze-colored eyes gleaming angrily as he spoke.

Realm lowered his gaze (with bright, also bronze eyes) to the ground. "Yes, Capture." He muttered before turning and moving away through the network of hallways and code that was their home, the world without sunlight or air to breathe that he dwelled in, the world of halls and rooms. 

Realm sighed, pacing back and forth as he stared at the steel-plated walls of the small room. Once bare, they were now colored with clumsily lined yet quite realistic drawings that looked like they had been drawn with chalkdust or something similar.

A girl stood there, rubbing some sort of material against the walls to create a mural of a cherry blossom tree, frozen in time as it's petals twisted through the wind and fell from it's gnarled branches. 

In the center of the room was a raised, circular platform that consisted of a frame covered in steel and iron. Some of the material had become dented, revealing wires and gears on the inside.

The girl turned around, her brown hair shimmering in the light as she did so, and looked him over with her soft, glimmering bronze-colored eyes. Her simple black dress was already smeared with whatever dusty substance she was using to cover the walls in murals. 

"How'd it go, Realm?" She asked in a light voice, although she already knew the answer.

"He actually threatened to use his name on me." Realm grumbled. Her eyes widened. "He would threaten someone with a name like--" She shook her head quickly. "Well, he is older than you, Realm. We need to respect our Masters here." She spoke confidently.

"I know--" Realm hesitated. Over the course of their relationship, there was always awkward moments where Realm began to speak her name, then remembered she didn't have one. Her naming had failed. She was lucky to be kept as a servant instead of instantly unceremoniously executed. 

She just smiled sadly at him. "You have a CAPTCHA to write." She murmured. "Who is it this time? Fredrick? LilyCat?"

Realm shook his head. "This one doesn't have a name."

His bronze eyes suddenly glinted impishly. "But it's going to be my escape route." 

"Realm--" The girl with no name began.

Realm shook his head and grinned impishly. "N-no! I can do it th-this time. I can!" Realm cut in suddenly, then stepped up to the platform. 

"Look..when the CAPTCHA comes in...I'll escape. I really will. I'll see what the Chatterbox really is--for myself." Realm promised. Suddenly, the platform began to spin, and with a hiss of steam, long squares ejected from the side, making the platform the shape of a gear.

It kept on whirling, and smaller gears ejected from the top as it moved, making a twirling pile of gears. At the top, on the smallest gear, a light shone brightly. Then there was a hiss of steam, and the movements faded.

A small creature sat atop the gears. "It's a..." Realm frowned. "What animal would that be?"

"Sqrl." It chattered. "A...sqrl? Okay..." Realm murmured, then smiled. "Itss nice ttto seek yyou agan." Realm told it, adapting a natural accent as he spoke to it in it's language. "Same xzto relm frend." It responded.

Realm took a deep breath, then grabbed onto one of the teeth of the gears and sent it spinning. "Forr tday cptc, relm want...." Realm began, then held his hand forwards and pointed it. Glowing white letters appeared in the air, hazy and blurry around the edges. Help. Ples. From. Relm. They dissolved into a shower of bright little sparkles that descended onto the CAPTCHA.

The girl's eyes widened. "I don't speak CAPTCHA like the rest, but--Realm, this'll never work. You and the others are only allowed to write random words in for the CAPTCHAs! No CBer would fail enough times to read that." The girl protested. Realm just smiled. "Once they read 'help'...how could they possibly resist?" Realm asked. "Face it.... I will get out of here." Realm said, then blushed at his rudeness. "I will escape." 

* * *

A CBer sighed, finishing a rather long AE post. Their AEs were just so out of control lately and tiring them out. They simply nodded and went to type the CAPTCHA in.

Their CAPTCHA sat there, squeaking out words. Help.

The CBer froze. "What?" the CBer asked. Their vision flashed red, and the CAPTCHA presented another code to them. Ples. "Help....Please?" The CBer murmured. Their vision flashed red again--wrong. 

From. "Who?" The CBer asked, getting excited. Was one of their CBers needing help? Would they have to go on an epic quest?

Relm.

The CBer sighed. It was just a coincidence.... But still.... "Relm." The CBer whispered, unaware that it had said a word of magic...a name....  

This is really cool! Keep writing.

Ooh, cool!

This is so cool! Keep writing!