WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.

When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.

Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?

Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.


So, Titled: welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

B-Bodies? What the- what the hell is wrong with you, kid?

[He didn't read the letter, you see.]

[lightnen]

[ This is a blank look he's shooting your way, Eric. Even he read the stupid letter when he got here and some things were VERY inherently clear about this place. ]

You should read the letter that was in your room. Everyone got one.

[ Totally going to reach into his pocket and pull out his own letter, waving it before the other man with a small sigh. ]

[poorlovefool]

Lemme see that!

[Eric's going to try and swipe it.]

[lightnen]

[ With reflexes most might not expect for his age, he easily stepped back as to avoid Eric actually managing to grab it and stuck his tongue out at him. ]

Are you really that desperate to read it that you'd take it from a kid?

[ Yeah. He went there. ]

[poorlovefool]

[Wow, annoying. Didn't anyone tell him to respect his elders!!]

Who cares? It's just a stupid letter, right? I'm not even sure I got one, so come on...!

[If there's something in there about corpses or rotting, he needs to know before those things happen to him.]

[lightnen]

[ Only those that actually seem like they're worthy of it. Something Eric hasn't earned from Killua yet. ]

It listed some kinda title and all the rules of how this place works, you know.

[ Going to wave the letter back and forth with a cheeky smile in place. ]

Can't believe you woke up here and didn't bother to check your surroundings for anything that might seem important. How dumb are you, anyway?

[poorlovefool]

Hey, screw you, you shitty little brat! Some of us have more important things to look for than a random piece of mail.

[This really sucks. He wanted to be reunited with Mira and the others right away...]

[lightnen]

[ How typical. The insults barely seem to even phase him, seeing as it's moreso the end of Eric's words that got his attention. ]

Even if the random letter in question lists the things you'll need to do to get out of here? Must not want to get back that quickly if you overlook something like that.

[poorlovefool]

What the hell are you going on about? I couldn't have already known what was in it if I didn't read it...

[Also, this is starting to sound fishy to begin with. He bets the dumb kid is just trying to fool him.]

And if that thing really says the way out, what are you still doing here? Think you're so smart.

[lightnen]

[ There's no winning with him was there? Killua was halfway to commenting on that when the blond man spoke up again, to which he blinked a couple of times almost cluelessly before something about his entire demeanor changed.

His lips curled upward in an almost menacing smile and his eyes narrowed just a touch; almost ruining that feeling of 'childlike innocence' that had been coming from him before. ]

The only way out of here is to murder someone else. I'm still here because i'm not stupid enough to blindly do as they told us to..

[ His head cants to the side, and it'd be evident from the cold, almost empty look in his eyes that there's something akin to bloodlust there for just a fleeting moment when he makes his gaze meet Eric's. ]

Not unless you're willing to sacrifice your life up so the rest of us can get out of here. [ A sigh escapes him and suddenly all of that just drops back into how he was before; as if the darkness hadn't just existed like that. ] Not likely, though. I don't doubt that they really do want us to kill each other for some kind of sick amusement ..

[poorlovefool]

[Whaaaaaat the fuck was that, kid. He's honestly more put out by that than being told they have to murder each other. Actually, the look on his face about that detail is a little more like recognition, if a fearful kind.]

H-Hey you little punk... If you talk about stuff like sacrificing people, someone might think you're serious...

[He still looks more nervous than anything, even shaking a bit, but it's the vicious nervousness of a cornered rat. The kind that looks like it could lash out. Instead he sticks his hands under his pits in an attempt to calm himself down.

Murder to get out... how many? Where he'd come from it was six out of nine. What's two thirds out of fifteen? And is Mira here?]

[lightnen]

[ Indeed, watching Eric take this all in was like watching a frightened animal and it was almost entertaining. If the circumstances were different, he likely would have prodded him further but decided to not aggravate him further.

Shaking his head, Killua turned somewhat away from the taller blonde in a fairly casual, almost bored motion. ]

I might not be serious about it but other people here might be willing to do such a thing.

[ That's about when he turned away fully and took a few steps toward the kitchen entrance before glancing over his shoulder at him. ]

Besides. To me, you wouldn't be worth killing. It'd be way too easy.

[ A few seconds linger to let that sink in before Killua moves to finally exit the kitchen; like he'd said nothing wrong. ]