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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[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz huffs in annoyance at the screeching tones, but he remains calm. It's all he can do, when none of this makes any sense and he has priorities.]

Very well, 'Commander.' Then perhaps you'd be interested in talking about these new powers we have? I much preferred the magic I actually studied, but apparently I've learned this one [He casually holds up a disembodied arm] in my sleep. I'll grant that much is somewhat amusing, but how did you do it, and what is it for?

[This is carefully spun to flatter and play with her obvious interest in talking (loudly) about herself, but he's definitely more than concerned about the power situation. How dare you nerf him, but also, of course he already tried the new ability out, what do you take him for.]

[commandurr]

OH, THOSE POWERS? LIKE I'D TELL YOU! FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF!!

[stealsyourduelist]

[That just makes him chuckle. Oh, he'll figure it out. She might not like the conclusion he's drawn from that answer though.]

Well it hardly seems like something you'd need to keep a secret after we already have them!

[Rosenkreuz points a sword at the monitor.]

You don't actually know, do you?

[commandurr]

OH PLEASE! I TOTALLY KNOW! BUT I'M NOT TELLING YOU BECAUSE THE POWERS YOU HAVE RIGHT NOW...SUIT ME JUST FINE!!

[stealsyourduelist]

They do, yes. They're quite ridiculous.

[commandurr]

WELL IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM!!