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15strangers2018-07-14 01:17 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-07-14 01:17 pm
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Fighting For Your Life!
[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.
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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[please let this be anything other than a young person with a god complex]
Well, I don't remember how I got here, but that's everyone, you know? Haha.
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Yes, but what about other things? Someone else here can't recall his own name. And I have holes in my own memory. I can't recall what my Heavenly Domain actually is. Which is... odd. Because I should definitely know that. And there's other things. People. Faces.
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[SHE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH ELSE TO OFFER...]
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[ He seems undaunted by her reaction, at least. ]
And I would appreciate not being addressed by "kid". This body may appear sixteen, but I'm actually older than that.
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...I'm sorry, could you maybe clarify that a little?
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[ A simple statement. But his gold eyes seem rather serious, and he'll just stare right into her own eyes, as if looking through her, almost. ]
I am God of this world, after all.
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Milord. Sir. Isn't this "not your domain"?
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[ Okay look. ]
It's not. I belong in the heavens. But I'm also God of this world... well, I think it's this world. I'm certainly God of some world, at least. They seem to have removed my memories. But I can clearly recall... some of it. How I became God, even.
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... I am. I'm not the only one whose memories were tampered with. Someone else forgot his name, after all. There's a precedent. As long as I'm trapped in this vessel, literally anything could happen to me. I remember the important parts, though.
[ A beat. He isn't sure whether or not he should really be divulging this information, but he already told Akira, so why not. ]
I remember how I died, after all.
content warning for More Unaccepting Attitudes
Hang on! What kid would say he died for no reason? Maybe... something bad happened to him?
Something bad HAS happened to him. He's been kidnapped! Just like the rest of us! And the best plan on the table is handing out little cups of coffee?
Look. Everyone loves coffee. At some point it'll get a bite.
Angela is very quiet for a good couple seconds.]
...............................I'm sorry for your loss?
... cw for suicide too i guess. while we're here. y'know
... You don't understand. It might have been too much to hope otherwise. Listen. They expect us to kill in order to get out, don't they? Simply kill me. Then I will be out of your way, and I can return to my Heavenly Domain.
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[Angela puts her hand on the counter close to wherever C's hands are.]
That's not it! I, like, I promise not to kill you, okay? [She plasters a big smile.] Besides. I'm not creative enough to think we're in whatever science-fiction setting, how could I get away with murder, eh? Every reality TV show I've ever been on, I always tried to play the nice type.
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You believe this to be fictional? ... An understandable reaction, I suppose. Let me think... Miss...
[ He wracks his brain; he'd read the profiles, after all. Her face was memorable enough. ]
... Napoli, was it? I'm probably pronouncing it wrong, forgive me. But--if I've learned anything, it's that the stakes in things such as this are usually much higher then the actors seem to think. You should be more concerned about your own well-being.
[ The smile on his face is... enigmatic at best. ]