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15strangers2020-02-01 11:51 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-02-01 11:51 pm
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The world's leading experts have been trying to find a cure, to no avail. Th blight keeps changing, keeps foiling all attempts at being fully understood. It's almost sentient, or at least more sentient than any disease that's been encountered before. People fear the disease jumping from what's left of the grapes into other plants, into animals, or even humans.
You can only watch as entire economies and ecosystems collapse. You can only bury your head in your hands as your own business comes to its end. The destruction of the clusters of grapes has not simply destroyed the wine industry, either-other businesses are being destroyed by the plague. Food, transport, retail, nothing is untouched.
You look on your own vineyard, its yield almost entirely blackened and dead.
This can't keep going on.
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A week has passed since everyone's arrival. No one has died, yet. But surely no one is holding their breath to see if they would survive this unscathed. They are veterans of the game, and they must know that whoever it is that is in charge demands their pound of flesh. The question is when it will happen.
It is the second week, after all-and when the second week of the game comes, death is not far behind. Not even when you wake up, feeling something different in your mind as you remember the truths you originally woke up with, deep in your mind. You feel...lighter, somehow, when you realize there is a change.
Even so, there are 15 strangers left in this place.]
kitchen;
[ He's in here, lazing around, as he was wont to do in a place like this. He kind of missed having someone cook for him, but uh...sandpaper food. So it didn't really matter. ]
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Oh, that. Let's just say I picked up some bad habits from my old man.
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I'd say there are better ways to deal...but you don't really look like much when it comes to fighting.
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[he's not denying how he looks though. even though his murdergame kill count is technically higher than anyone else here, they were mooks, and he tries not to think about it.]
I had to use a crossbow sometimes in the depths, and I can shoot a gun. I don't want to fuck around with that while there's a death game happening, though... I don't want any trouble.
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[ As if that weren't a question at all. And he'll shrug at the one-track mind thing. He knew he was a guy who knew what he wanted. No shame at all. ]
Not bad. I guess it's not too much to expect someone to develop some self-defense skills in a situation like this; even you.
How's your stamina, though?
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[of course it would be too embarrassing to admit he didn't have much even if that were the case, but honestly Eric doesn't have much of a sense for how long he can last in a fight. His mental state was shot to hell the last time he was in a serious one and it's all a huge blur of flashes and blood. But he didn't keel over, and he's managed to swing a hammer around for a good amount of time in another case. More importantly, he's not sure what to make of this backhanded compliment he just got. Is he actually getting along better with this version of McBurn or is he just making fun of him more subtly? Either way, it's weird.]
It's really boring here, huh...
[slight subject change but he assumes this is why 'even he' is currently being gauged for fight value]
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In a way. Though seeing what some of you stumbled upon around here, it didn't seem all as boring as I thought. Just only right now.
[ Since there was the fight with Hiyori, talk about the TVs, and the soul...and other stuff he couldn't be assed to remember or pay attention to so they probably weren't very interesting to him. ]
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Oh yeah? Did you find anything yourself then?
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Except if you count the light that just showed up a little bit ago.
[ He didn't, of course, since he assumed it could be a power. ]
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[he wouldn't put it against this place to have mysterious lights elsewhere, but that does seem the most likely]
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Just assumed it was from you.
[ He'll wait for the other to confirm that, but he didn't believe he was wrong. ]
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[there's another flutter of sparkles when he mentions her, all around his head]
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Oh yeah? Who's the lucky lady?
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[have I mentioned his sparkles are really bright? It's rather fortunate McBurn already wears sunglasses.
...at least he assumes those are transition lenses.]
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Actually, his glasses were...actually absent at the moment, so McBurn had to hold up a hand to filter that brightness. ]
...Maybe that's why you received the power you did.
[ Actually he didn't know but he also didn't care all that much. ]
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[Eric crosses his arms in a bit of a self hug.]
That power used to be a sword, but now it's ... I dunno, part of my body somehow. I don't remember how it was done, all evidence shows it's just something too horrible to remember. Elenwen did it to mantle us with the god-princes, hoping she could kill everyone and make them weaker. Something like that, anyway.
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At the very least, he seemed to be listening. ]
And why was this "Elenwen" so interested in killing everyone?
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[ Just like kill it with fire instead of going through so much tro- oh wait. ]