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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Comments

[stealsyourduelist]

There was certainly a lot of spectacle implied in those... so-called 'rules.' And yet, many of the ones here seem like mere civilians.

[Hitsugaya's age means he's being scrutinized for that possibility, although less so than most people might. Because 16 was a perfectly reasonable age of adulthood where he's from, even if he's like 30,]

[toushiro]

[ hitsugaya looks like he could be 13, and truth be told, he's used to being scrutinized because of his appearance. ]

Perhaps, but appearances can be misleading.

[ he's a great example of that. ] Our fellow captives may be capable of more than we may think.

[stealsyourduelist]

[The view is so far down.]

Indeed. My thought was that such outlandish weapons might tempt someone to believe they are stronger than they are. But noble duelists need only their decks and their swords.

[toushiro]

"Decks"?

[ there ain't no card games in bleach ]

And if they should choose to handle a weapon they aren't experienced with, then that'll be their downfall if they're up against someone using the method of their choice.