Fighting For Your Life!

[strangerpeople]

WELL SH*IKSSHSH*

[The first thing you feel when you finally come to is a headache.

The bad thing is that it's not even a painful headache - it's one of those annoying headaches that's just below the threshold of pain, and it's centered right in the middle of your forehead. Just...ugh. Where's the aspirin?

For that matter, actually, where are you? This is not your beautiful house! In fact, as get out of your bed, you realize this place isn't even remotely a home. And whatever you're wearing isn't even remotely what you recall wearing. (I mean, yeah, it's not uncomfortable, and whoever dressed you was kind enough to make sure you had underwear on, I suppose. That's one less thing to worry about, right?)

Also, you have a weird wrist...watch...comm...thing on you, which is nice. Or at least it would be, if it and every other computer in the place didn't suddenly start making the second most ungodly noise you will no doubt come to hear in this place. The noise is followed by a a message on every desktop in the area, which won't be disappearing any time soon. Thankfully, your nifty wristwatch comm is spared this unavoidable screen, and tapping a button let's it disappear to reveal a simple profile interface, alongside a a text, calling, and photo function. Something tells you those latter two won't be particularly useful to you in the long run.

In any case, apparently you now have a Title, as well as a power, even if you've never had one before. Why? Where the hell are you? Who else is with you? Can you get out?

And...is someone laughing? The sound seems to bounce off and echo faintly throughout the floors. It's high-pitched, and - as you get closer to the theater - it gets just a little louder and just a little more grating. It sounds like a rabid hyena that huffed helium. Hopefully, it's just a movie or something that can be turned off. Someone ought to go in and do that.

In the meantime, welcome, Titled - and good luck.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


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[illusionarymelody]

[Upon waking up Vita definitely knew this wasn't where she was last. The closest match in her mind to what this place looked like was a place that no longer exists.

She fumbles around and accidentally figures out how to remove the helmet at least and pulls her hair out. She does try to do something to make it look decent. She definitely is going to need to find a mirror.

So Vita's first stop will be to try and find a bathroom. Once she finds it, she'll definitely be trying to make herself look less terrible along with checking for any bruises or anything else to explain the headache. She definitely needs information on who her captor is and why she was kidnapped. Ransom is unlikely, but someone trying to get information from her is quite possible. She'll definitely just have to keep up the act of being just an ordinary opera singer and no one of any special use.

After that she'll be looking around all rooms except the theater to some degree, though she'll also avoid more than a look into the Commander's room for now. If she runs into any other strangers she'll try to kindly ask them a question.]

Did you also just wake up here?

halls probably... somewhere

[losergod]

[ He nods at her question, looking a little perturbed. ]

Yes, I woke up much like you. In the same vessel I was stuck in before. It's... frustrating. And now I'm here... outside the House. Which I suppose I ought to be grateful for, but...

[ He's not so sure he is. ]

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita looks a bit confused at first. Of course her first thought upon hearing "vessel" is of an airship and that wouldn't be a reason for frustration. Or is that a way to refer to the strange outfit she woke up in that was definitely not hers?]

You have a vessel? What sort is it?

[losergod]

Ah, well... the young man you see before you, mostly.

[ Gesturing to himself. ]

I suppose I should mention that I don't terribly MIND his body, it's just... the idea of being trapped is something of... well, it's... I don't like it.

This place bothers me just as much for that same reason. We appear to be trapped.

[illusionarymelody]

Wait, you're referring to your body as a vessel? And here I was hoping maybe you came with an airship and I could find a way to convince you to provide transportation for me.

[losergod]

... What else would you call it? It's not mine.

[ He tilts his head at her. ]

I arrived here the exact same way you did. I don't own anything in this world; I'm its God.

[illusionarymelody]

Seems to be yours at least for now. [Se does chuckle a bit at the proclamation of being a god. Of course her world worships a goddess.]

Is that some sort of new pickup line that is supposed to impress me?

[losergod]

... No. You're probably crawling with contaminants.

[ ... Now look he doesn't mean offense when he says that it's just he's a mysophobe. ]

And I'm far from interested in having a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Or anything, for that matter.

[ He's had quite enough romance to last him a lifetime, thank-you. ]

[illusionarymelody]

{Now Vita has been around some really weird people, but definitely not a mysophobe.]

If you were I would have had to say no. My work leaves me far too busy for such things.

[And what happened recently to the man she was actually fond of plays a part too.]

[beguiledcard]

Yep.

[ He's popping the P a bit as he nods, his expression thoroughly serious. He pauses a moment, clearly something being weighed in his head as he briefly glances to the side. ]

Are you new to this kind of thing?

[illusionarymelody]

[She gives him an odd look at that question because it's a weird question. Who wouldn't be new to being kidnapped?]

I would certainly hope all of us are. Being kidnapped and locked up in some strange military base definitely isn't on my list of experiences I'd want to repeat.

[beguiledcard]

[ It's a conflicting feeling, the one that comes with him thinking he could be the only one who's experienced this before. He should just be glad for them. ]

... Yeah. I'd hate to be trapped in a military base more than once, too. [ quiet for a moment as he looks off to the side ] I'll hope this is your one and only time.

[ And... not in a way that ends with her dying... ]

[illusionarymelody]

I hope so too. I can't even fathom why they'd bother. I'm not exactly famous outside of a limited circle that is familiar with opera. Why I'd bet you couldn't even name one famous opera singer.

[beguiledcard]

[ CHALLENGE ACCEPTED... ]

... Nicolai Gedda?

[illusionarymelody]

Haven't heard of him, so he can't be Erebonian. Am I going to have to guess which country he's from?

[beguiledcard]

[ Ah... ]

No guessing necessary. He's from a place on Earth called Sweden.

[illusionarymelody]

I definitely haven't heard of Earth or Sweden. But I admit I haven't traveled outside of Zemuria, and even outside of Erebonia much lately. I've been far too busy with work.

Somewhere Not The Theater

[backuphero]

[A GIRL! Maybe they were just split up between genders, maybe she's seen - the person he misses. Maybe.

Jonathan nods in response to the question even as he answers - ]

No idea where we are, though, sorry. And, uh... you haven't seen a girl a little younger than me, have you? Brown hair, blue eyes, probably angry?

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita knows they aren't split up, she definitely recalls a male leaving the room she woke up in.]

Only person I can think of has green eyes and I definitely haven't heard her yet. It could mean the girl you're looking for evaded capture.

[backuphero]

I hope so. She's... God, I had to have been hit on the head. She's really important to me, but I can't remember her name.

[As fear-nauseous as he is, and that headache ain't helping matters much, Jonathan can push all that aside to be polite.]

So, uh... if we're all stuck here... what's your name?

[illusionarymelody]

I actually checked and didn't find any apparent marks on me indicating a head injury. I'd be more inclined to believe a drug of some sort was used.

[She'll smile though. Always better to give a friendly front until she knows otherwise and it's easy to remain calm here after the recent events.]

My name is Vita Clotilde. I'm an opera singer.

[backuphero]

Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Clotilde. My name's Jonathan Morris, I'm... kind of a hired hunter.

[It's so wonderful to be able to fall back on to etiquette he was taught as a kid, even in this strange place.]

[illusionarymelody]

Ah, so like a Jaeger then. I've hired a few as bodyguards before.

[backuphero]

Something like that, yeah. Can't say as I've ever had a bodyguard job before, but if the skills fit...

[That was German. Only one word, but that was definitely German, what the hell?

Hopefully he's managed to keep that moment of panic off his face. If not, well, a little bit of a flinch could be taken any number of ways, right?]

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita notices it, but she attributes it to the fact that Jaegers tend to be feared, which was why she had allied with them.]

Would you say you could fend off overzealous fans effectively? Or monsters if the Capital is attacked by them again?