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.]

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[carries_war]

[He's quiet for a moment...but since Yusuke shared a secret of his own...]

Back home, I was called the Red Dragon, and it wasn't just a fancy nickname. I've got something called the Red Dragon Drive, it's real hard to control and usually makes me want to fight and kill people. I didn't realize it at first, 'cause I was scared and mad, but it should've stirred up when I got here and thought my brothers were dead. But it didn't, I was mad and wanted to hurt whoever attacked them, but it was easy for me to stand down once I knew everyone here was a victim too.

So our powers aren't just locked up...they got rid of the ways they affect our minds, too.

[pursuitofbeauty]

For a moment, Yusuke can only stare at Rubedo in shock. For someone who looks so young to bear such a monstrous burden....

"Such a fearsome curse! You must be relieved to be rid of it here, despite the power it must lend you in battle." He's giving the redhead a sympathetic look, not one of fear. "And for you to tell me about it when you know it risks raising suspicion toward you shows trust. For that, I thank you."

A faint smile touches the artist's lips. "Trust is one of the best tools we have. That and hope are what our captors cannot take from us, no matter what. Only we can relinquish those tools from our own hands and hearts."