...we came in?

[strangerpeople]

POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS


[There's no doubt that those who wake up will vaguely remember a dream.

In that dream, at least for most people, there are two figures, informing them each that they had a Title. With that title came a power. More than that, they were being given rooms, as if they were meant to stay in the dark and gloomy place where their dreams placed them. The Strangers might have found this to be a ridiculous proposition. Unless they have been through this before, then were probably not surprised in the least.

All of this, of course, ended with a sense of inexplicable dread for everyone. Especially when they woke up to find themselves in long, thin, cramped rooms, with only candlelight to give them any illumination.

Yes. Unfortunately, that dream had not been a dream at all, much as you might have hoped. You are here, now, inside an old, decrepit house where you have been given what appears to be a permanent residency. While you apparently have a power to aid you, it's no comfort. You have no option to leave, you have no way to escape, and the rules hammered to your door doesn't help the creeping sense of doom pooling in your stomach.

...

Now.

Where are those two figures that had greeted you to begin with?]

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Comments

[belovedsuffocator]

Dark elves?

[And then she seems to realize something, and her tone turns into one that’s a bit more comforting.]

Oh, sweetheart, those aren’t real. Those are just things books and video games came up with to have enemies in their stories.

[...um???]

[necroyalty]

[Opens mouth.

Closes it.]

...well, aren't you fortunate.

[belovedsuffocator]

[She...laughs, a little bit at that comment.]

You can call me what you like, it won’t change the facts. This is reality, and reality doesn’t have elves, or magic, or any of those ridiculous fantasy concepts.

You just have to grow up and face it.

[And resist punching that oh-so-punchable face of her’s]

[necroyalty]

And I'm being told that elves don't exist by a bugbear.

Yes, hello. Pardon me if I doubt you.

[belovedsuffocator]

[She’d make another quip, but that name actually stuns her.]

What...did you just call me?

[Choose your next words carefully]

[necroyalty]

A bugbear. One of the larger of the goblinoid races.

[belovedsuffocator]

Goblin?!?

[well, now you’ve done it

Felicity steps closer to Ambrosine, and it should be noted that this “bugbear” is almost six feet tall, a full five inches above Ambrosine!

Also she is shouting now.]

Well, at least I’m the one here that’s living in the real world, with a job that actually pays the bills, rather than talking about mythical creatures and doing nothing but play video games instead of contributing to society!

[necroyalty]

Bold words for someone who doesn't even bother herself with covering her shame.

[belovedsuffocator]

[Now she is just looking...incredibly offended? She takes a step back, before turning away from Ambrosine haughtily.]

I’m not even going to dignify that with a response!

[And she’s stomping away.

she didn’t answer so maybe she is naked i dunno]

[necroyalty]

[ Yeah, you know what, Felicity? She's going to snicker as you do that.

Because even if she can't prove you wrong with being depowered and all, she at least wears clothes. ]