WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1


[So, once Zero has said his peace, everything is quiet as the week dawns. A new Game. Nonary, Decision, Murder. All three. It doesn't matter. Everyone is here to kill or die. The coin has been tossed, the die is cast. The rules are set; the watches are active.

The question now is, why? Why is this happening? Why you? Surely no one is so desperate to kill on this ship, right? Not when the people onboard are so interesting and varied. Perhaps everyone can get along; perhaps there's a way off the ship without bloodshed. Of course, if there is, it might be be best to be prepared for a long stay-there's no doubt Zero won't make it that easy to escape. Then there's the matter that-apparently-people have new powers they did not possess before, while those the strangers once had are gone. Perhaps it's time to test those out and see what they can do if you're not Kira.

So, let's see what happens this week. Hopefully it will be a peaceful one.

There are currently 19 strangers on this ship.]

Comments

[godspiousjasper]

A peace of mind... well. To lack that truly is unfortunate, indeed!

[ It's not even spoken mockingly, but 150% genuinely. A sympathetic look fell across his features as well, wishing there was something he could do to help. ]

I know it may not help but if you ever wish to go somewhere to spar to burn some energy, you can ask me anytime and I will gladly do so.

[ Now to the previous matter, to which he just nods a couple of times to himself. ]

They sound quite interesting. Small robotic soldiers who can also handle household tasks! Incredible!

[superstylishsquid]

[His eyes light up, literally, at the offer of sparring. Being stuck in here all week...he definitely has been feeling restless.]

I'd be thrilled to go a round, if we can sort out a space with enough room to maneuver. It's not the same as fighting a hero who's proven himself to me...but it'd be a shame to let my own skills rust.

And don't even think of offering me your pity. Soon as I get home, I'll make sure I get the decisive battle I've been after. And then, I'll have my peace.

[godspiousjasper]

[ Roland positively lights up just the same, eyes bright and an equally eager energy falling about him. ]

I absolutely agree! I've been feeling entirely too restless locked up in here and feel like my skills will begin to rust soon if I can't take care of them.

[ He grinned, barking out a laugh. ]

That's the spirit!! I believe in you, Alastor.

[superstylishsquid]

Well... [His claws flex out, a sharp glint the same color as his horns on the tips of his fingers, poking out from under his gloves. His tail is lifted, swishing excitedly behind him, and his wings are slightly spread. A second set of wings appears, made entirely of swords. The longest 'feathers' have a distinctive appearance.] I did spot an armory, if you fight with something other than blades.

[godspiousjasper]

[ It would take an absolutely blind man to not see that Alastor was fully invested in the idea, gaze falling to the sword wings once they appeared. ]

I'm quite well-versed with a number of different weapons but swords would work perfectly fine for me!

[ The only thing he lamented was not having his own weapon from home as surely it would prove to be something his dear friend here had not seen yet. ]

Ah! All that is left now is to find an open enough space for us to do this.