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

[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.