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[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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Wait, wait... spacesuits? What?

[He'd thought earlier that maybe this was another painting, just one more like a pulp cover, Amazing Stories or Astounding Fantasy or something like that. What this guy's just said... it makes that a real possibility, and throws him right off balance.]

They're weird spacesuits, but it's definitely what it feels like...

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You've got to be kidding me. We're in space?!

The evidence would seem to indicate that, yes. Though how and why, I don't know.

There's evidence besides the weird clothes?!

This whole aesthetic is sci-fi from like... the 1960s.

The what?

[There's a visible moment or three of shock and... more shock... and not a little panic passing over his face. He takes a deep breath; it doesn't really stop him from looking like he's about to scream, but he does keep his voice level.]

I'm... last I checked, it was 1944.

... Hm. So that's what it is. When I'm from it's 2009.

You're - you - you aren't kidding. Mother of God.

[He stumbles unsteadily over to one of the couches and collapses onto it, staring blankly in the way someone who's just had reality yanked out from under their feet would.]

[He resists the urge to growl, but there's a definite twitch.]

God has nothing to do with it. Not in this place, I suspect.

It's the sort of crap that has God's hands all over it, isn't it? Same as sending a couple of kids and a cheapskate priest to stop a risen Dark Lord who's subletting to a crazy painter and his own kids....

[Wow, that was way more bitterness than he usually lets out. He inhales through clenched teeth, hisses an exhale, and rests his head in his hands.]

It's... it's a lot to take in, y'know?

[He pauses and starts laughing. Give him a minute.]

[... Okay, he's good.]

I see you've had difficulties with God as well.

[He doesn't so much lift his head from his hands as drop one and look sideways over at Naoya with it resting on the other.]

Doesn't everybody? I mean, it's... it isn't easy. It's not like the tent revival people sell it, you can't just say something once and be set forever. There's so much that doesn't make sense, but giving up just... I'm sorry. Spent too long at a school where the nuns were scarier than Hell to be this stupid talking about this stuff, I know I'm not making sense.

No, you make sense in some ways. God is... a tyrant in my world. He would get rid of human free will in an instant if humanity does not submit to exactly what He wants.

But that's... that's horrible! Having free will is the point, we wouldn't have been made able to think if we weren't meant to decide things for ourselves!

[He just gives Jonathan a flat stare. No shit, Sherlock.]

No, really? That thought never occurred to me.

[The flattest tone. Just. The absolutely flattest tone.]>

[He knows he fucked up, but he isn't sure how....]

Look, I... it's an old debate, I know, I just... I can't imagine living like that, knowing that God really is just in it to... to play with people like a kid with toy soldiers.

[He hasn't even been here 24 hours and he's already having some kind of crisis of faith, this has to be some sort of speed record!]

I'm sorry. It's different where I'm from, and I didn't know.

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Hmph. I wonder if it is. Still, with the King of Demons aiming to serve under Him, He'll have all the firepower He needs in order to keep humanity in line.

But He's always been like that - it's evident even in the biased writings of the Bible. How many cities has he destroyed for some offense caused by a few? How many times has He destroyed a nation only because they aren't His 'chosen'?

Do you think I really haven't wondered about the why behind that? I'm not a kid.

And I'm sorry, the King of Demons what?

You'd be surprised how many don't.

And you heard me correctly. The King of Demons decided to become the Messiah. ... I should mention that the King of Demons was, until about a week ago, human. Mostly.

I, uh... I think we're dealing with very separate metaphysics, here.

[Why yes he does sound like he'd actually prefer fainting to being awake and trying to figure out the actual meaning of that last bit, because there's no way he's parsing it right, except it makes sense as words in order, but....]

Possibly. The King of Demons in my world is the one who holds the powers of a demon called 'Bel', who was broken apart thousands of years ago. Essentially, you had to be a Bel demon in order to absorb the others. ... Though there's a loophole with one of the demons, so a human was able to do it.

That's... that's like nothing I've ever heard. And I might not be that much of a reader, but my best friend is, and she'd have mentioned that for sure if she ran across it.

Well. Different worlds, and all. But this wasn't a thing that was exactly recorded in history books. Or even occult books for that matter.

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