15strangers | Fighting For Your Life!

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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[ His eyebrows are lifted a bit as he watches the guy for a moment... ]

Hoping to get on their good side?

[ r u a brown-noser sir ]

Stress cleaning. It helps me feel better.

[ ...Legit tho he's actually doing this to observe all of you and not seem conspicuous. Tho the stress is part of it. ]

[ Baku plz it would be less conspicuous to just sit there and pretend to enjoy reading about comparing sprinklers. ]

... Can't say I blame you there.

[ Annnnnd because we might as well get this question out of the way: ]

Is this your first time in a situation like this?

Yes. I'm not exactly someone easy to sneak up on.

[ I mean, most people think he's the hired help, Akira. ]

...A question for you. Do you have holes in your memories?

[ But he has a profile and is dressed as ridiculously as the rest of them!!! He'd think one of the sign-on bonuses of a job like this?

Would include not having to wear the same hideous outfit as the prisoners. ]

Unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, it's not always about being sneaked up on.

[ Juuuust saying... ]

... But, yeah, I do.

Let me put it like this: do you think a baku has need of sleeping?

[ He's not sure how the fuck else he got here. But he's looking up at you, and those eyes sure are empty, black voids. ]

It'd be pretty ironic if you did, actually.

[ NOT LOOKING TOO FAZED HERE? But, then, he is talking to a guy who made out with a demon, back in the mall. ]

Last time, we signed contracts before the game started, but then the memory of signing said contract was removed before said game started, so... it was a mess.

[ There's some... definite bitterness there. ]

I'm not able to Scan any of you, and that phone isn't here, so I have no idea what the hell's going on this time around.

[ Oh Akira, not every demon is as nice as Kurama is. ]

...I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, but there's nothing I'd sign a contract for. I've something very important back home.

[ Not that... He can remember exactly what it is. ]

[ His brow tenses as he thinks on it. For now... he'll leave it be, since he has a lot to think on, and his head is spinning a little from everything. ]

The holes in my memories aren't doing me any favors with forming a decent explanation.

[ With that, he shrugs. ]

Although, maybe they're holding that something important over your head, and you just don't remember it, yet?

[ A most pleasant smile, as he says the next line: ]

I'd have utterly destroyed them if they'd tried.

[ Said like it's casual. Completely casual. Like this is a normal conversation. Like he didn't just say he'd massacre an unknown amount of people for whatever this is. But that he knows solidly: it's already what he wants to do. ]

[ There's something very familiar in the way that smile rests on his face...

Something that feels like he should have a chill going down his spine, and yet... all Akira does is lift his eyebrows a little. ]

So... it's that important to you, huh...

[ Mmmmmmm yeah no scratch just a simple eyebrow lifting being it; there's some discreet tension going on as he considers what that could mean in terms of motives -- if this particular game follows the same, general process, that is. ]

Well, let's hope they're not that stupid.

They might be. We'll just have to see. How the cards fall... Who can say?

[ And back to cleaning. ]

[ He makes a slight face at that, but goes quiet for a moment as he looks to the side. His voice is quiet as he finally responds: ]

I say the good cards won't stay in their hands this time.

"This time?"

[ How interesting. ]

That's right. You did ask if this was my first time in a situation like this.

[ He gives a distant sort of smile. ]

Just a lesson on how the good guys don't always win.

...I suppose that depends on why we're here. For all you know, we're the bad guys in this scenario.

[ He frowns a bit... and then he glances to the side for a moment. ]

In this case, who knows? I'm going to save my assumptions for after I've have time to properly investigate.

Fair enough. But sometimes, our perceptions can be biased. So that'll be a pitfall we need to avoid.

That's true. Granted... [ giving a small smile ] ... the power of perception can sometimes be a useful tool.

[ Then, he glances to the side. ]

It's all a matter of how information is used.

Yes, that's true. I hope it works out for you. Just know to shove your own biases aside at times.

Fighting For Your Life!

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