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15strangers2018-08-05 01:01 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-08-05 01:01 am
WEEK 4
[A third of those of you who came here are now dead.
Its a sobering thought as everyone wakes up the next day to find their profiles updated once more, with Rosie and Naoya now added to the list of the discarded. There's an entire empty room, in terms of humans - Rocky, Murray, Elly, and a a strangely new and realistic robot bird are still there, somehow. Someone will need to take care of them now that their owners are gone.
Just like last week, no one has regained their memories, but their powers have evolved. Also like last week, a new floor has opened for those remaining to explore. It's...definitely different from the previous ones, to be sure. Emptier, more militaristic. And very, very large.
Maybe that's where the transport will arrive? Whatever the case, Marie's claim about the universe - if she's telling the truth - means there's less than two weeks left before the universe's destruction. If anyone has not yet thought of a way out that doesn't involve killing, the time to figure something out may be running out for everyone.
Meanwhile, even despite the lack of Naoya to hack the computers, the random computers belting out shittyfluting has, if anything, increased in their frequency. Which is definitely odd, since no one else has tried to hack into the computers...right?
There are ten strangers in this place.]
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[Jonathan knows about the kind of fevers that bring fits like that. He knows full well it's a miracle Yurick managed to keep his mind, having run that kind of temperature for days. Shock drains what color still remains in his face.]
I don't even know what to say. It's like every time I think I've heard the most horrible thing that somebody could have suffered... ugh, forget I said that, it came out wrong. Yurick, how old were you when... I know it's personal, but....
[He is helpless, now, against his own mind. He imagines the girl he knows back home, the witch in blue. He can see her, back to the wall with some kind of artifact that would grant her more power in reach - he knows exactly what choice she'd make. He knows exactly what choice she would have made as a kid, too. It horrified him then and it does just as much now.
He shakes his head, looking away, not wanting sorrow to be taken for pity. His voice is already wrecked, but it cracks even more - ]
Is it just some magic-user thing that you all don't... get to really be kids?
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The color red. The flavor of a gun. The role of a father. Anonymity. Femininity. Kisses. Bombs, cliffs, and tentacles, tentacles, always tentacles.
He rubs the beads in his hair.]
I'm small and weak and can't last in a fight. I can't say I'd do any differently from you...actually, I probably would have done exactly the same thing. [He's a little out of his depth. But he won't let Yurick believe he's alone.]
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[He says it all so matter-of-factly, same as Nagisa, with an airy sort of shrug. It's one of the few things that doesn't bother him. There are more important factors, things like life itself, rare moments of trust and happiness, security in his place in the world. He cares about them, and about these two, no matter how much he tried to avoid it.]
I can see you doing it, Nagisa. It's not a mental picture I want, but it's one easily formed in my thoughts. When the strong rule the weak, the weakest will either take extraordinary measures or be swept away with nary a sound. I'm sure that's what motivated you to do what you did in your world.
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Naw, stay back there... That might... that might be the way things are, but that doesn't mean it's right. God. Neither of you deserves what you went through.
[Blessed are the meek... blessed... fuck blessed. Is this really how it is, in every world?
He knows he got off easy. He knows his family's safe passage through the last decade was more luck than anything else, he knows he hasn't suffered anywhere near as much as so many people his own age have even in his own world. He knows this, and he hates it, and he can't even seem to be properly angry, now, it's a crushing kind of sad.
Not sleeping since Friday might have something to do with that. Or it's just that it's taken being spirited away to a hell dimension where there's no sky to be seen and people keep killing each other to get him to see how lucky he was, and in light of that, he's lost his anger, has had horror replace it.]
And I swear to God, if I can do anything, neither of you is going to die, damn it.
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[Jonathan should know what Nagisa is talking about, where that edge of danger in his voice is coming from. He knows he hasn't explained as much of his past to Yurick....it just hasn't come up. And he probably should explain eventually.... To both of them.]
...Neither of you need to worry about me. I can bring an elite soldier to his knees without touching him, I- I'm sure I can handle it, if anything happens. Neither sensei nor Kayano-chan would want to see me again so soon...
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[He shrugs out of his coat, and drops it on his boots, and looks between the pair of them. These two boys - he'd have never thought before here that he'd find himself caring for them this much. He'd never have thought he'd find friends he'd think of as his grandfather must have Arthur and Jack, as brothers more than comrades. He bites his lower lip as he takes hold of Nagisa's shoulder and (again) one of Yurick's hands.
He knows why Nagisa's voice took that edge. But he noticed that little stammer, too.]
Every time I've shut my eyes I've seen more people I know on that ball of corpses we had to fight. She's there, Vita's there, Akira, Mist - Sir Rosenkreuz, Naoya, and I tried sleeping and then Barbara and Angela and both of you and C and - and I was the only one left and I couldn't -
Just -
You're damned right they wouldn't want to see you because of this place. And Yurick, you - told you to live, right? Anybody's parents would. My father did, even though he knew I...
[He can't spit it out at a time like this, it's not right to.]
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[He was so frail, it wouldn't have taken much for the world to trample him broken and bleeding into the mud. But he stood up and stole the stone and endured the agony, and now here he is, for whatever it's worth.]
So much of what I remember is pain. She took away the one thing I know in my heart is good, and I... I'd do anything to get that person back.
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he gets to nagisa and jonathan's room and gives it a firm knock. ]
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[He sounds so desperate to keep the two of them alive - and Nagisa know, he'd do damn near anything to keep his brothers safe, too. He'd bloody his hands for that. But Jonathan isn't like him, not in that way. He gets the feeling it would be Jonathan's blood on someone else's hands if it meant keeping Nagisa and Yurick safe.
He won't let that happen. He refuses, rejects that potential reality from the get-go.
He doesn't have time to react to Yurick's words; there's a knock at the door and his head jerks up. Who...could that be... Uh.]
....??
Now that I can actually be less subtle about what's going through Yurick's head...
Hitsugaya? Wh-- what is it?
[Did everyone hear him shout? No, his roommate is a fighter, he would've been here much sooner if he thought there was trouble. So why now?]