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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[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.

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?

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.

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.]

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

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?]

[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?

[It's a good thing he knows just enough about Hollywood to be able to answer that first question, isn't it?]

Monsters, definitely. Fans... well, I don't like going after other humans, but if the only choice is to protect someone by possibly hurting someone else, it's an obvious choice.

Oh, dealing with fans usually involves just getting between them and me and looking intimidating. I'm far more concerned about the monsters.

Well, in that case, I think I'd be good at the job!

Then I also know who to call upon if our captors try to harm us. I'm definitely of no use if anyone tries to attack me.

Then I'll do my best. Small as this place is, all you've got to do is yell, I'll be there as soon as I can.

[He pauses, and smiles ruefully.]

I really do hope it's the people keeping us here we have to worry about, not everybody else stuck here. I know, I know, that's pretty awful, but....

If something happens I will be sure to yell. I don't even know how to use a weapon, much less how to protect myself if someone wants to hurt me.

Honestly, the best way to win a fight is to get out of the way before it starts. Close quarters like this, though, running might not be the easiest option to take... man, I'm just making this worse, aren't I? I'll do my best to keep an eye out for you, though.

I could try running to my room, but I don't even know if I can trust the man who also seems to be assigned to it.

Wait, they've got you rooming with a man you've never even met before now? That doesn't seem... I mean, I'm not expecting respect from kidnappers, but that's just not right.

Worried about my reputation? That's actually quite sweet of you.

[Though the situation is making her miss er familiar who would have been able to keep watch.]

[Really, he'd just been thinking about her safety - nobody here knows anybody else! What kind of man could this guy be? No one knows! - but when she puts it like that... welp. He's blushing. ~~Pretend there's a relevant icon, canon didn't see fit to provide material.~~ Not terribly hard, but on a pale blond, that's visible.]

Well, yeah, I mean... sort of? Mostly? It's... I just can't get past them throwing an unconscious woman into a room with a man she's never met, that's just wrong, even on top of all this....

[Vita giggles a bit at that noticeable blush. Younger men are always such a delight to tease.]

Why is that any different from him being placed in a room with a strange woman? Or anyone else waking up with a stranger in their room?

Well, I mean, it's - I -

[Yeah that blush is definitely getting worse. Mostly because she's got a point, and he knows it, and he can't argue his way out of it.

This is actually a very familiar spot for him to be backed into, and that's why he laughs, obviously at himself.]

You've got me there, for certain.

Well if you want to trade, I wouldn't object to a dashingly handsome young man like yourself in the same room as me.

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Well if you want to trade, I wouldn't object to a dashingly handsome young man like yourself in the same room as me.

<small{She winks at him. She's somewhat teasing, but truly she could use a handsome knight since hers died.]</small>

[He laughs nervously, at that. Being flirted with by someone practiced at it, even as a teasing joke, is something he's not used to. It's like she's weaponized it....]

Well, who knows? They might let us switch rooms at some point.

It would be far better to be with someone I could depend on.

I think that's something we can all agree on.

Fighting For Your Life!

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