MOCK WEEK

[strangerpeople]

MOCK WEEK

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths. When they awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. Who? Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly.

There are a few small graces for this group, at least. Their memories are intact. And, perhaps, they will discover the power that their Title brings to them. But these are only small graces.

So welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


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Comments

[coldsouls]

[ She's short, yes, but Levia is still going to attempt to pull our Mysterious Mister Strange Intercessor over and see if she can't get some more information out of him while he's (she's? They're?) walking about. ]

Waiting for the bodies to hit the floor, are we?

[ She pities him, yes, but--

He's still one of their pawns. Which means he... they... must have some connection to her apprentice. Somewhere. But... how. How did they get that? How did their employer get all this? Crossing so many worlds, it's not easy. ]

[intercessing]

Given what I have gleaned from your reactions yesterday, it is a possibility.

[A deep breath.]

One must always be prepared for death.

[coldsouls]

[ She pauses, assessing what the Intercessor has just said, and then she makes a very pointed decision.

Probably what's the most annoying decision any one single person could make, here. ]

Then I suppose I'll just have to harrow you with my unwarranted friendly company until that time comes.

[intercessing]

Oh, you do?

[A hint of wryness enters their tone.]

You do not think I intend to harm anyone myself, do you?

[coldsouls]

[ Nonchalantly: ]

Everyone intends to harm someone at some point. It may not be physically, but they will cause them pain. What does it matter?

[intercessing]

It matters to me.

[They are....quiet for some time as they stare at a wall. What an interesting wall. Such grey there is.]

...In any case. You need not worry about me going out of my way to kill anyone.

[coldsouls]

Listen. That doesn't matter to me right now~

[ Your wall can wait she's got important questions. ]

... How come the old hag got to be able to control an octopus, and I didn't?

[ This is a more guarded way for her to casually ask, "why is everyone suddenly getting powers. Where has my magic gone." ]

[intercessing]

An octo...pus?

[wat]

Explain.