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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[ There's a soft frown that might imply he's trying to recall if he's ever heard those names. After a couple of seconds, he shakes his head. ]

Well, now's your chance to learn about all kinds of new worlds... Places like this apparently enjoy pulling people from various universes.

[ It's said in a tone that might obviously be faux-cheerful? As though he's saying it with just a hint of "lucky you!" in that tone of his. ]

I'm quite fine sticking to the Capital. Travel can just be so difficult with the crowded trains and airships.

[Though she does note his reactions.] Are you from this Sweden kingdom then? It must be quite far.

[ Ah... Loewe had talked about airships, but... honestly? Akira wouldn't be surprised if there were multiple worlds with those. ]

I would have thought airships made it easier to get around, but... I guess that's a case of grass seeming greener on the other side. And... actually, I'm from a country called Japan. I only know about Sweden, thanks to what I learned from school or the internet.

They do make it easier, but in a smaller enclosed space there is also a chance of trouble coming up if someone famous or important is on them. I'd not want to make trouble for the other passengers or the workers.

Ah...

[ His brows lift a bit. ]

You were a celebrity, then?

I do perform quite often. Even the Imperial Family themselves have attended. I'm also known as the Azure Diva among those familiar with opera.

Azure Diva, huh...? That's a really nice name. [ a nod ] Fitting, if you ask me.

[ Even if she didn't ask him. ]

If you ever feel up for performing, maybe some music could brighten this place up. I'd love to hear it sometime.

I admit, opera would be hard without accompaniment, but I could sing a few well known songs from Erebonia.

I'd offer to help, but I'd likely ruin the whole song. I enjoy singing, but opera is likely not within my range of abilities.

It's more the music. Many of the songs just lose something without instrumental accompaniment or without the context of the story. That and I'm sure those here would be more interested in the sorts of music played on the radio or in a cafe.

Guess you're right. People really can be picky.

[ But... ]

Does singing make you happy?

I very much enjoy being able to enchant an adoring audience.

[Interesting choice of words there, but then some of her magic incantations are sung.]

[ That answer is far from a simple "yes" or no" one... ]

So it's more about... how they feel about your music, than how you feel about it?

When you perform for others, it is to share something with them. If it was just about me enjoying it, then there would be little point in sharing it.

Ah... Fair enough.

[ Though, her response was still worded in a way that has him... wondering what's going on in that head of hers? ]

Fighting For Your Life!

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