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

[vividsins]

I'm not sure why I'd ever do that. Flatter, charm, sure, but that's not being a servant of them. I've little reason to serve anyone without a contract, and that I must be paid well for.

[ Hope you didn't make your own bed, Rosie, he might make it for you just because, yeah, some of this is legit stress cleaning. Although... He can't figure out why. ]

[stealsyourduelist]

[He had better things to do than making the bed so have at it? Although he will find it a bit contradictory to what he just said.]

Are you expecting compensation for that, then?

[vividsins]

The compensation for this is that I'm slightly less stressed, which is good for everyone. Because I just woke up and I'm not where I should be with holes in my memories.

[ Also he can fucking snoop on you and it's something to do while talking. ]

Or, alternately, you can consider your cooperation going forward payment. Two people working toward the same end on gathering information goes a lot faster, and sharing the same room means we can share a lot easier.

[ You're Useful. ]

[stealsyourduelist]

Hmm. I do agree, but it needn't be so formal as a bargain. I would consider that mere common sense.

[That and he's wary about entering a transactional partnership so loosely with someone who looks like a demon and/or fae, he has bigger fish to fry in that department. But there's also no need to deny any potential allies, regardless of their appearance. So with that said, he bows slightly in introduction.]

You may call me Seto.

[vividsins]

...I'm afraid I can't recall my name. It's something this place seems to have taken from me.

[ A bow himself, perfect and practiced. ]

Simple call me Baku. It's what I am, and since I doubt there are any others here... It's not like that will be a problem.

[stealsyourduelist]

Baku?

[...Well, he was right about him being like a monster then? Somewhat unusual to hold a conversation with one, though not unheard of.]

I've read about a nightmare-devouring spirit in Eastern folklore.... they were depicted as a creature with a trunk, however.

[vividsins]

...My cane resembles a tapir, if that helps?

[ SHRUG. ]

But that is correct. Although my stomping grounds would largely be around Europe.