15strangers | sorry for your loss

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*round 6

sorry for your loss

[When people are returned to the main floor, they will find a trail of cupcakes from the elevator to the dining room. There is a table of drinks, pills, and cupcakes and cakes from the automat.

And on the table, in the center, is this asshole, with a party horn in its mouth. Despite that, it talks into everyone's mind.]

As you strangers tend to have a tradition of parties after an execution, I took the liberty. The plates and cups are over there.

[. . .

be merry I guess]

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Hey. We both did stupid stuff back there, so if you're going to say anything bad about it, I'm included. We're in this together.

And...we were hit with a lot of emotions. Not much of an excuse, I know, but we've been through these twice now, and we're dealing with a lot of personal stuff. I already snapped once, would've been more surprising if I didn't again, or if you didn't at all. It's...it's not a good excuse, I know, but you can't tell me I'm wrong.

No, you're not wrong. But my ability is one that can actively hurt people. If I had a major breakdown, there is a risk I could hurt many people here.

Caleb, almost everyone is like that. Arthur and the people from the mansion turn into weapons. From what I saw at the meeting, Jonathan can attack as two people. Karma's already trained in fighting, I feel almost certain his power would have to do with it too. And we've both seen what I can do.

But we can fight it. It'd be hard, but...we can try to go against it. Work to not break down. It'd take time, but...I think it'd be possible.

... I try to not break down. I do. But then I freeze. And in battle if I freeze, it could all be over. If I can't fight it there...

That's why there's baby steps.

Just taking things one step at a time. Talking things out with people. Taking it slow and steady. Again, it'll take a while, but it should get us some progress.

But... King, what if they don't stop getting us to kill each other?

What if we end up with only five? Or three? Or...

H[e tries to catch his breath, but it's hard. It feels like he can't get enough air.]

... I won't. I can't. Not here.

Then...we fight for them. We fight for the ones that don't make it. Some of us did it before, so why can't we do it again? Even if the odds aren't the best, we'd have to try.

[And that breathing trouble gets him worried, so he's on that.]

Caleb, take deep breaths. Don't think about that right now. Just think about taking deep breaths. Okay?

[Is he - ah. He puts his head in his hands and tries to pull in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It's hard to remember how to breathe, but he can feel the pain in his chest lessening a bit.]

[He doesn't blame him. The entire situation is more or less trying to break them down completely. Get to them until they're just willing to do whatever the hosts-whatever IT wants-just to make it stop. That's what King's thinking anyway. He doesn't think they're doing well at the last part, but the first? They're doing too well.

He'll wait until it looks like Caleb can talk without feeling panicked.]

Better?

[He nods and swallows hard.]

We need to hold out. We can't break. Even... even if it is hard.

Exactly. It's not going to be easy, but...we managed to get through it once without getting killed. I think we can do it again.

Now...do you need a hug?

[It's a bit of a weird one, he knows, but during an emotional moment like this? Sometimes hugs are necessary.]

[The question gets a rough bark of laughter out of him, and he kneels down.]

You have all ruined me, I would not have accepted any hugs before all of this.

[The statement gets King to laugh as well as he goes forward and hugs the man.]

Hey, if it makes you feel better? I wasn't much of hugger before either. Didn't even have many friends that were human, too. So your reputation isn't the only one in ruins.

Heh. At least he others don't know. Nott is the only one who ever really has in a while, and a lot of time that's for warmth. Or it was, we have a bit better option now.

Well, now there’s more reasons than warmth.

[Though the fur from the jacket Caleb’s probably wearing + King’s own fur is probably making them both warmer.]

And what’s the other option for warmth then?

I can make a dome that only allows people I designate to enter. It's only about ten foot wide and there are seven of us, but the dome keeps the whole place a comfortable sleeping temperature. I also set an Alarm spell around the perimeter, so if anything gets close an alarm sounds in my head and I can wake the others.

[…okay, that does make him pull back, just to look Caleb in the face.]

So you can make your own campsite, with it's own alarm system to warn you of intruders, all with magic?

…why is it that everyone else deals with cool magic stuff and what I usually deal with is headache inducing and life-changing in the negative way?

[Sorry for the random funny comment during a serious moment, he's just hating his life again.]

I can show you some abilities once we get our powers back. I'm sure you'll be able to pick up on things. You're clever.

Maybe. I still don't fully trust my luck with magic. The alarm in my head would probably be more like a fire alarm and make me deaf or something

Oh, everyone messes it up at first. Even with natural talent, do you think I didn't blind myself with Dancing Lights at first?

[Okay, that does get a bit of a snicker out of him.]

Alright, I guess I can give it a bit of a try. Though just starting with the dome and alarm spells. They'd be useful if we decided to go camping back home.

[…now he wants to go camping. Just a little bit.]

The dome takes a bit of training to get up to it, but Alarm is relatively useful. All it needs is a line of silver thread around what you want to mark as a boundary.

You can also learn to send messages to someone a hundred feet away as if you were right next to them, which is good both for sneaking around with someone else and fucking with people.

Eh, I could probably do some training. Though if that thread needs to be real silver...we might be able to afford that, but it'd probably get us some looks back home.

And that'd definitely be useful for when Bailey and I are trying to put the pups to sleep. And for stuff like what you said.

[He's got a bit of a smirk as he says that last part. He may already have some plans for that...]

Oh no, no, just silver colored. I would have never been able to afford that for a long time.

But it looks like you've got some ideas.

Okay, that should be much easier. To the point that, if you ever need some, and it's possible to travel through worlds, come over to ours. There's lots of stores that sell the stuff.

[One stop to Jo-Ann's and he's got a lifetime supply of the stuff.]

Maybe a little. Just messing with someone a little bit. Maybe making him look crazy in front of some of his friends.

[Bino is in for a reckoning when he gets home...]

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