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

[crouching_sin]

Tch. I bet he had a stupid reason for it, too.

[Still...]

That's fairly unlucky, yes. I don't know if 'curse' would cover it, though, since that tends to be more supernatural in origin.

[beguiledcard]

He basically just wanted to play a game.

[ To the last part, he nods. His smile is wry as he rubs a hand over his face. ]

You have a point. I guess... it was more a bad joke than anything else, yeah.

[crouching_sin]

A 'game', huh? ... Depends on the game, but it sounds like it was a stupid one from what you've said.

[beguiledcard]

It was very stupid. [ said with obvious bitterness and no hesitation, at all ] Honestly? That's probably why shooting Yaldabaoth was probably the most satisfying thing I'd felt since meeting him. There wasn't a single redeeming quality.

[crouching_sin]

[He just... stares. His eyes are wide, and for once there's no trace of a smirk on his face.]

You fought the fucking Demiurge?!

[beguiledcard]

[ He blinks... ]

Yeah...?

[ Is this going to be a... good thing for their relationship, or a bad thing, or... ]

[crouching_sin]

That's... well. That's quite impressive... and perhaps something I would never expect - you are human, aren't you?

[Because holy shit.]

[beguiledcard]

[ That gets a soft blink, and then he gives a quiet chuckle. ]

It wasn't just me... though everyone involved is human-... mostly. [ a very vague wave of his hand ] One of us is complicated.

[crouching_sin]

Hm.

[He'll just... file that away.]

Even still... that's... well. Unheard of. And if something like that had happened in my world, I would have heard of it...

[beguiledcard]

This could honestly be a case of different timelines. [ brief, moment of consideration ] I'm from the year two thousand sixteen.

[crouching_sin]

Possibly... I'm from the year two thousand nine.

[beguiledcard]

So, you... definitely shouldn't remember something that happens seven years later.

[ ... ]

Annnnd if that's really the case, I'm only nine in your timeline.

[crouching_sin]

No wonder you have a baby face.

[beguiledcard]

[ If you think he has one now, buddy, you should have seen him when he still had those glasses! ]

... I'm flattered you think my face is cute, but is now really the time for that?

[crouching_sin]

I"m just saying. You probably have people drawn to you, with a face like that.