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15strangers2019-05-12 12:16 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-05-12 12:16 am
WEEK 4
[To say that the mood of the remaining Strangers is...low...is an understatement. The revelations about Eric, and the death of the innocent Zelda, no doubt weighs on everyone's minds, now. It's a terrible blow, and deep down, those who are left probably know it.
That won't be the only thing come morning, however. When everyone wakes up, they will find that their memories have changed once more, as have the rules. More than that, a new floor has opened up-and something is wrong.
Of course something is wrong. Everything is wrong. Everything and everyone is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. What can you do? Is there anything that can be done? And-will vengeance be taken for Zelda? Eric is now a free kill, after all. Then again, what's to stop Eric from killing again? He's no longer bound to the rules of the murder, after all...
Is there any hope left? Or is it only a matter of time before everyone well and truly snaps?
There are ten strangers left in this place.]
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[She's just as much a mage as you are, Arthur!]
But if you insist, go right ahead.
Mods, I guess? WEPON
[And visions are pretty non-indicative. So he'll focus on his power and become wepon!]
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Aaaaand a pair of round-rimmed spectacles clatter to the floor.]
d115 = 32
W-well... um. That... certainly makes things easier.
[She kneels down, reaching out to pick up the spectacles.]
Is it all right if I...?
D115 = 23
[Lame tbh. Unless they shoot fire or something. That would be cool.]
Better than trying to bash stuff. Go ahead!
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[She picks up Arthur-spectacles gingerly with one hand, removing her actual pair with the other and folding them up to tuck them elsewhere.
And with that, she slips the new set of glasses on.]
[1/?]
That is just too bad. Arthur is just a normal pair of gla
[2/?] A Trial
Their senses are consumed in a vision of another time and place - and even another body, as this one is clearly not their own. It’s a man’s body judging by the size, but the most alarming facet would have to be his hands, that would almost appear to be wearing long black gloves, but this shadowy darkness is twisted surreally throughout his skin, with only a few patches of its natural olive color showing. Slightly less surreal, but no less alarming, are the faintly glowing chains binding them together as if they were handcuffs. Slightly more surreal is the fact that this man is being held in place by two massive pillows - no, if the Approach or Overboard cares to look back, they’re actually the paws of a stuffed animal the size of a building that could either be a pig or a cat depending on the Approach’s point of view. And now that big pig is slam-dunking the man through a skylight. He squeezes his eyes shut in reflex and shouts what (apparently) is an expletive]
OH, FFFFFIBONACCI SEQUENCE!
[Crash. A little girl’s voice yells “Serves you right!” through the open window. Several moment’s time passes in a blur as the Approach’s vision host is collected below.
The prisoner that the Approach and Overboard’ consciousnesses inhabit is now confined at the center of a round courtroom not entirely unlike those in the typical Inquisition, but for the major detail that instead of fifteen podiums, there’s a sea of close to two hundred participants in this trial, arranged in a series of circular rows. The people closest to the prisoner all have a number of feathery wings on their backs, but there are a handful of skeletal wings the further the rows go back, and the edge of the room is mostly lined with humans that look rather put out, who seem totally out of place in this misty courtroom that seriously looks like it was built to harness the celestial wrath of a God.
No such being is present in this courtroom, of course. The speaker for this group of ethereal beings is a red-haired young man from the front row, wearing glasses framed in the colors of striped caution tape. His big smile is twitching as he looks incredibly awkward addressing such a large group of people.]
So! The long game of cat and mouse has concluded and the time for judgment has arrived. Can’t believe you now have jury duty after everything you’ve been through til now? Well, that’s justice, baby! See, it turns out this guy is the one who caused it all in the first place… but even so, what an unexpectedly dark Soul he possesses!
[He sweeps his hand with a flourish toward The Approach and Overboard’s vision. Naturally, he means that man whose eyes they now see through.]
Sho Minamimoto, literal math demon! What are we gonna do with him, folks?
[The Approach and Overboard will feel cold rage churning in the pit of their stomach throughout the entire speech. Each vibrant, playful word evokes visceral disgust. But more than that, he hates the clear ignorance of the garish angel, and can’t resist making retorts. Calm, slow retorts as he taps one of his shadowy fingers rhythmically against his chain.]
You hectopascals have zero idea what you’re talking about. What you should all do is subtract yourselves from this equation and carry over to ours… It has a perfect system, unlike this radian’s. First, outer, inner, last! We’re clearly superior figures --
[Blah blah blah blah, he’s clearly planning to go on like this for a while. Even if he’s “you” right now, surely the Approach can only take in so much posturing and math puns. Fortunately, there’s other people to focus on in this vision, and that can easily be managed with a bit of concentration. A couple of tiny girls draw attention in the skeleton wing seating, one wearing a lovely pink hoodie with mouse ears over her hair dyed half blonde and purple, and the other who appears to be a robot with red hair, spiral glasses, and a catlike demeanor.]
Okay, this is, like, sooo weird. I mean, I totally don’t parse math speak that good, but it sounds like Pi-Face is saying he’s working together with someone? Like, who the heck is that? He totally hated sucking up to people. And why’s he, like, talking so monotone? He sounds like a robot or something-
“Wha? Don’t single meowt! I do nyat talk like that…”
Oops! Sorry Nyaf! But...but… seriously, he really, like, changed since I saw him back in Shibuya.
“Hmm… it could be claws of all the taboo noise stuff? His Soul is purrty corrupt…at least as far as I can purrceive.”
So he like, thinks we should all go tabooty with him? No way!! That’s totes gross~!!
[The annoying girl duo aren’t the only ones who have noticed the effects the darkness have taken on the prisoner, “Minamimoto.” Most of the winged individuals are now debating whether they should investigate it before his inevitable execution, although there are so many details that many are getting lost. A tiny blonde child in this row whose black feathers make her look slightly more on the demonic side stands out as surprisingly articulate and advocating for extensive research, but out of all the heavenly host’s voices, the majority are beginning to pressure for an immediate sentence. And why wouldn’t they? It was such a pain in the ass to catch him to begin with, and so many worlds drawn into the fray because of him, they aren’t willing to take any chances. The flamboyant redhead looks up from a bag of chips he smuggled in to pass the sentence, officially, as he is still somehow the highest authority in this herd of cats.]
Welp, majority rules. Charge your lazors, Composers! Time for this math to get blasted!
[The “lazors” appear to be beams of light, in which scores of cherubs are materializing with spears. The Approach may brace for impact against this celestial firing squad….
….but the beams do not connect. Suddenly, in front of the Approach’s vision, there is nothing but rocks. Minamimoto is completely surrounded by them, as if some kind of shield. He’s just as surprised as his visionary passenger, too. And then the whole boulder rockets nauseatingly fast into some unknown direction, as whoever did this presumably escapes with their kidnappee. A mature female laugh can be heard faintly through from the inside. So can a bunch of explosions.]
SOHCAHTOA,
[He remarks, smug.]
I knew it had someone on the inside...
[3/3]
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Everything else about that vision though... It's longer than the others. More alien, too. What the hell is this? It doesn't feel like it connects to anything here at all! Or to the visions of the pigtailed girl(s)!
Once he's stopped reeling enough, he notes his new connection to Emma. Something feels right, something feels harmonious. But it leaves him with a question.]
Uh....did you.... Did you see that too?
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She's left speechless for a moment, opening her mouth but failing to generate any words, until she eventually manages.]
I... y-yes, I think so. What... what was that? Is that sort of thing what it's always like for you...?
[Their resonance isn't exactly unnoticed by Emma, either. It's enough that she doesn't even think to immediately take these cursed glasses off and toss them across the room, rather leaving them safely where they are.]
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Yeah, pretty much. But I usually get a sense for if it's the past or the future. [He's got nothin' on that one, though.]
That was pretty different from everything else, though.
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I'll say... what were we even looking at? Some kind of trial, but...
[She shakes her head.]
...Would you like me to take you off so you can return to your proper form? I don't know how much fighting we can do like this.
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No idea. The other times, I got a lot of thought, so I knew what was going on a little better.
Are we back to whacking stuff with an oar? I dunno how this counts as a weapon.
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I... I think we might be.
[She takes off the Spectaclarthurs, setting them gingerly on the floor in front of her so he can transform back and presumably not be on her face.]
Just concentrate.
[In the meantime, she's putting her real glasses back on.]
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It takes a moment, but turning back is easy enough. He shakes his limbs out a little. That was weird!]
...so, the golems or the others?
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[Emma closes her eyes to concentrate, before becoming a freaking karate flyswatter and clattering to the floor.
Her voice rises from the eku a moment later.]
If it gets dangerous, run, do you understand me?
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[He takes up the oar. It's not....too different from a staff? It's longer and the balance is different but it's still a bash weapon.
Time to hit some golems with a fancy stick, then, and god it shows that Arthur idnt meant to be on the front lines.]