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

[lightnen]

That kinda seems inevitable though, doesn't it? Of course you and your brothers were gonna go down your own paths somewhere along the way.

[ Saying something like that went hand in hand with the distant look that flashes behind his eyes then, remembering his own family and the expectations they held him to. If only Maglor actually knew the truth about what kind of profession him and his family were actually involved in, it'd likely change his opinion about him. ]

...Usually I can alter the anatomy of my hand and I can make my nails much sharper and that works the same as any knife does but like I said... I can't do that here. [ Killua's not really looking at Maglor right now, gaze affixed to the blade he held firmly in one hand. Why the hell was he actually hesitating in talking about this kind of thing? ] If I continue talking about this, I bet you'd treat me differently. Like everyone else has before now.

[bythewaves]

You would think so, but one never knows, after all! Father did so want at least one of us to follow - I think that is why Curvo... my fourth brother, Curufinwe, was his favourite.

[ Maglor reaches across and ruffles Killua's hair, telegraphing his moves so Killua isn't surprised by the touch ]

Why should I mind? [ He says gently ] You cannot help what you can do. And by your actions and your speech, I am guessing at a childhood which was not much of one at all - and that is not your fault, but that of those around you.

[lightnen]

[ A father favouring one of his children more because they were his favorite? It almost sounded like his dad and how he treated him for the most part, setting him above the rest because he was the to-be heir of the family business. A skill-set that he never technically wanted to start with, even if at times it was extremely useful to have. ]

That's kinda like how dad favors me over my other siblings because i'm supposed to inherit the family business, but I don't want anything to do with that.

[ Then there's the almost careful way Maglor moves, ruffling his hair in a purely innocent and father-like way that makes him hesitate. He'd expected possible judgment from an adult at hearing what he could do, though what came instead was kindness and gentle words that warmed his heart in an odd way he couldn't explain. ]

...You're right. I didn't get to have a normal childhood like other kids had, or get to spend time around kids my own age. Never really had friends, either.

[ Why is he just talking about this stuff now? His gaze casts downward, unable to really look at the older man now. ]

[bythewaves]

It is hard when that happens. [ Maglor hums ] Fortunately, father was quite lenient at allowing us to do as we pleased, and Curvo was as born to the forge as father was.

So I am much more fortunate than you, I think.

[ Maglor shakes his head slowly ]

I am sorry. No child should be forced to live without such small joys. And now you are here...

[lightnen]

[ For a moment, he almost felt a little envious of how fortunate Maglor was in comparison to himself when it came to family. So it's not something he initially comments on, and just nods initially in agreement. ]

It's alright. Don't need to apologize or anything.

[ A sigh and he finally looks back up to Maglor with a small smile. ]

I mean... before I showed up here, I ran away from home. I didn't want the rest of my life planned out for me and I wanted to do something fun but showed up here before I could really do it.

[bythewaves]

[ A wince, and Maedhros' ghost warns; you shouldn't get attached, you know what happens to people we love ]

That... oh Killua. I am sorry.

[ I want him to live ]

[lightnen]

[ A look of complete surprise flashed over his features at the sudden apology, not having expected that at ALL. Had he said the wrong thing? ]

Sorry about what? I like it here a lot better than I did at home and I get to meet all kinds of new people without anyone nagging at me to not do this or that.

[ He cast his gaze to the side as something occurred to him, lips pursing into a small pout of sorts. ]

I'm just kinda upset that i'm gonna miss the Hunter exam since I got stuck here..

[bythewaves]

But you are trapped.

[ He says grimly ]

From one jail cell to another. I am sorry, Killua. You should have had the chance to make your own path in life.