WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[As one week changes to the next, the Titled will find themselves having vivid dreams. Very vivid. Perhaps too real to only be dreams. Lost memories? Could it be, then, that those who brought you here did something to your minds along with your bodies?

Whatever the case, everyone, no matter how deep their sleep, are awoken to the sound of creaking, groaning metal coming from the first floor. When they do go to investigate, they will find something surprising.

The set of the doors on the right have opened.

Even the Intercessor seems stunned. It has been an odd weekend for everyone. After all, in between finding items seemingly popping out of mid air, and a bloodied statue that belongs to seemingly no one, its all very...strange.

Somehow, one gets the feeling that those strange items won't be the last they see. Indeed, after the doors open, there's the worrying, foreboding feeling coming back once more. And if those feelings are connected to the strange occurrence on Saturday...it can only mean one thing.

There's really only one way to find out if that's the case. The powers that brought you here certainly aren't going to give anyone a straight answer.

So, Titled: welcome to Week 2.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


((OoC: Welcome to Week 2! Remember to do your memory regains and your activity check!))

Comments

[poorlovefool]

What? Some spooky guy with horns just showed up out of nowhere! Y-You just wanted a fight?

[Not to, like, SAVE HIM from this supposed attacker? Thanks dude. But, yeah, he'll deal with this since he's not here to stab him.

Eric turns to the items on the table, confused.]

What do you mean? They just look like random items to me. Though I knew this place wasn't sticking to its theme, cell phones? Some kind of ... fancy bedazzled watch? [That's what he's decided what an Orbment is. Even so, he's not putting it on his wrist. He is wary of strange bracelets.]

[almightyconflagration]

[Hey, at least he wants a fight with a potential attacker and not an unarmed man like Eric.]

That one. [He points to the orbment, though considering one hand holds a knife and the other a dead rabbit, he's pointing with a somewhat bloody knife. Oops.]

Let me put this stuff away and then I'll look at it. Could be someone else's but the model looks more like mine.

[He'll go ahead and head over to the kitchen to put the knife and dead rabbit somewhere and then come back.]

[poorlovefool]

Model...?

[Okay, he doesn't have the faintest idea what the guy is talking about but yes, stop getting animal blood everywhere. He'll just be here picking stuff up and messing with them.]

[almightyconflagration]

[He'll return shortly after leaving and come back without a knife and dead animal. His hands are even free of blood thankfully.]

Yeah, the model of them indicates what factory they come from. [He'll go ahead and pick up the orbment and open it up to confirm if it does indeed have the large amount of fire quartz that he prefers.] Yeah, this one looks to be mine. Wonder how you ended up with it.

[poorlovefool]

What the hell... that damn weirdo just left it after he took my coins. Why'd he try to pawn it off on me? I don't even know what that thing is.

[If it's his and it's already in his hands, he's not going to try to take it back from him - he's not that stupid since the guy is combat trained, nor does he really know what he'd do with the thing anyway. Or any of this, for the most part.]

[almightyconflagration]

It's a combat orbment. The device itself takes the energy of the quartz inside it and shapes it in known ways to do what we call arts.

[He pulls out one of the stones and pops it back in. It's like he's trying to do something with it because it's not acting as it should.]

And apparently this place blocks even that. [Probably not a bad thing though, because he's got some seriously nasty fire arts loaded into it, like one that could kill everyone here in one shot.]