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.]

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[bythewaves]

[ Dimly, he registers a voice calling him, and he fights to answer, but the sapping exhaustion pulls him down.

(He's always been stubborn, though - it's practically a defining trait of their House)

About all he can manage is a moan.

(He's too pale. This isn't the unconsciousness of a hit. It looks like something drained him) ]

[lightnen]

[ Okay so he wasn't actually fully unconscious, if the moan he'd caught was any indication.

Not that it made this situation freak him out any less, leaning in to take a closer look the best he was able to and that's when something registered in his mind. A regular punch shouldn't have been enough to cause someone to go down like this so easily, let alone make them look so pale...

Something occurred to him in that instance and his gaze fell down to his hands with wide blue eyes. ]

Agh!! Damn it!!

[ So what he'd read in that stupid journal was right! Though he had to wonder why the other times when people touched him that this hadn't been set off. Making him muse on if it'd been because of that very factor and the idea that any contact besides that had been through clothes so it'd have to be passed by his direct touch for it to work. ]

...I'd move you but I don't wanna make this worse, okay? You should be fine soon, and you can be mad at me if you want.

[ With that, he moved to fully sit down in the grass next to Maglor as he wasn't going to leave the man like this since he'd accidentally caused this to happen. ]

[bythewaves]

[ It takes longer than Maglor would like to pull himself back to coherance, reaching over with shaking hands to squeeze Killua's own ]

Can't... hate you. [ He murmurs softly ] Not... your fault.

[lightnen]

[ The gesture itself was appreciated for the most part, if the incident that caused this wasn't so fresh in his mind. Which was why he immediately pulled back his hands with touch of alarm written all over his face. ]

D-Don't...! You'll just make it worse and I.. I'm sorry...

[ His voice faltered at the end, gaze cast downward and away from Maglor. ]

I know I didn't mean to cause it but I did... how is it not my fault?

[bythewaves]

Because... you did not know.

[ Maglor finally manages to get enough energy to sit upright a little ]

I think now we have a better idea of what happened with Yusuke, also. It seems for some of us, the power is quite involuntary.

[lightnen]

[ Biting back the words that nearly escaped him was tough; he HAD sort of known this would happen but not entirely. Having read it in a journal he'd discovered in his room, but not thinking his power could really do that to someone here until now. ]

Yeah... I didn't think it'd work that quickly, either.

[ He finally looked back up and over to Maglor, reluctance showing on his face. ]

...Are you going to be okay now?

[bythewaves]

I will be.

[ Maglor smiles at him fondly ] No harm done, eh? I promise, I am feeling much better now.

[lightnen]

G-Good. I'd feel worse if i'd actually somehow knocked you out or something.

[ That's something he 100% means, unable to shake that feeling of guilt from having done that to someone he actually cares about. ]

Think you'd be up for sparring sometime again? I'd have to get gloves to wear so there wouldn't be a repeat of things like this, so you don't have to worry about that.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles at him and manages to sit up ]

I would enjoy that. You are fast, and clearly very skilled. I think I would enjoy seeing what you can do. And I'm out of practive fighting with empty hands.