WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.

Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.

And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.

What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

Armory; slight gore mention, ZTD spoilers

[poorlovefool]

[Ever since the motive's effects proved that the memories from his dream were real, Eric's been trying to distract himself with whatever he could. He might go back to alchemy dabbling, but digging through the library to search for information has brought one of them to mind, and he finds himself wandering to the armory as though drawn to it. Once there, he stops in front of the arrows, picking one up in both hands and looking at it for a good long while. He doesn't want to die... he wants to see Mira so desperately... but Mira is...

He still doesn't remember it, only heard of an arrow like this digging sickeningly through his chest. Even so, just what is there waiting for him? The happy future he'd always imagined feels like it's been ripped away, an aching hole that's supposed to be his heart. It seems so empty now, so full of darkness, and fear too.

For now, though, he carefully puts the sharp object back, and goes to the door, and... doesn't leave. It's been a few days, after all. Maybe someone should "guard" all this stuff.]

[lightnen]

[ Ever since that weird virus was released, it was hard to miss how it's affecting some of the people around here and yet he wasn't affected by it at all.

Opening the door to the armory, Killua blinked a couple of times when he saw Eric just standing there with this weird look on his face. He swore he's seen that kind of expression on people before, but it was otherwise hard to explain. That same instinct just told him to stay here, as much as he didn't entirely like Eric all that much. ]

I get the feeling that maybe you shouldn't be in here right now.

[poorlovefool]

[Then they are blinking at each other, because Killua of all people wasn't someone he expected to find in here at this time. He's moving at a normal speed, and by this point Eric can tell that it means he's unaffected. He looks genuinely surprised at that assessment, though.]

Huh?

[And then... worry crosses his features. Did he think...no, no way.]

I-I'm fine! I was just, you know, making sure no one else could get in here...

[His syllables are drawn out, spoken slowly.]

[lightnen]

[ If he hadn't figured out things before, this cemented it in place in his mind.

Nobody would normally speak in such a manner, drawing out their syllables and done so in a more slowed fashion than normal. Part of him was thankful that he hadn't been affected by this, and felt only a little bit of pity for those who were; namely Rubedo being one of the ones he cared about in this kinda situation. ]

Yeah? Do you really think in the state that you're in, that you should be guarding all the weapons?

[ Deciding to test something, he used a very subtle amount of extra speed to move past Eric with ease and turned to face him once he stood behind him. ]

If you can't stop a kid like me from coming in here, then what makes you think you'd be able to stop anyone else?

[poorlovefool]

[Eric is shocked. Just shocked.]

How'd you do that?!

[lightnen]

I just went and walked past you. Nothing more.

[ Okay so he's mildly lying because he did use a touch of his speed but not about to tell Eric this. It's fun messing with him. ]

[poorlovefool]

You call that walking, you little -

[But then, he'd be in denial like this regardless of if he had the virus or not. He cuts himself off, frustrated.]

What, are you immune or something? You're acting like you own the place...

[His eyes glance between Killua and the weapons, looking nervous as he's remembering their first conversation again.]

[lightnen]

[ See... he had actually walked but used a touch of his enhanced speed in doing so, but most people not affected by the virus would have been able to see this. Otherwise it probably looked like he'd been going much faster or something like that. ]

This is how I always act, though. You really get upset easily, don't you?

[ He catches that look between him and the weapons and really wonders if Eric remembered their rather 'memorable' first meeting. ]

I don't know why it's not affecting me but I know i'm not the only one, but it's for that reason that I think you should probably not be in here trying to protect the weapons while you're like this.

[poorlovefool]

Just because you always act like that doesn't mean it isn't fucking rude.

[He sighs.]

Anyway, it's not what you think. I've just got something important on my mind right now... it's about Mira.