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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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[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?]