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]

[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. ]