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15strangers2023-06-09 04:05 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2023-06-09 04:05 pm
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
So, let's see what happens this week. Hopefully it will be a peaceful one.
There are currently 19 strangers on this ship.]
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[There's a very genuine note to it, as he's very happy to be cleaned after everything that's happened. Blood really does dry out the skin if you let it sit for too long, and he'd rather not have that on top of everything else.
When Roland comes back, he nods - and slowly, painfully, helps take off the bandages currently covering all of his wounds - including some Roland probably remembers inflicting, and quite of few of them seem fatal,, yet somehow not killing him.
As he leans forward, Roland might be able to see scars on his back, with patches of once-flayed skin looking vaguely butterfly-like around two jagged, puncture like scars on his spine.
...If Roland is familiar with the spine, he'll note those old wounds should have made Moriarty into a paraplegic.]
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His gaze fell to the wounds as they were revealed, a couple of notable ones being ones he remembered making on the doll. No person should normally be able to survive having so many injuries and yet here Zero was capable of doing so, though he didn't even know how it was possible.
Then... he saw those.
While his own knowledge of the human body was limited as he was by no means a doctor or anything like that? The placement of such scars suggested that this man shouldn't be able to walk after having received such injuries. ]
I do not suppose you know anything about these scars on your back, do you?
[ Once the bandages were all off, Roland wasted no time to start gently cleaning up the blood the best he was able to. ]
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[As Roland thought, Moriarty had no idea about his own injuries...though his wounds are cleaned (with only a little flinching on his part, as he knows the other man is doing his best) his mood seems to change a bit.]
...Ah. I suppose....those would be from...however I died.
[He says it so...casually. Like it was nothing to worry about.]
I had...been wondering...why the feeling of...being unable to catch...my breath was so...familiar. Now...I see.
[He doesn't, not entirely. Not yet. But he can make assumptions, especially if his death was a large part of his legend, much like other servants could bear the marks of what they suffered in both life and death.]
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Your death... ah... I see. [ Roland chuckled softly and resumed what he was doing, still taking care to dab lightly where he could. ] A very notable reminder I still know very little about how your home world works in comparison to mine.
[ In the sense that when people died? They stayed dead and there were no such things as people coming back in any way or form whatsoever.
Thankfully it doesn't take too long to get the blood cleaned up but the poor towel is definitely not the color it used to be. It's good this place has laundry or the blood might not ever come out of this poor fabric. ]
Do those scars still pain you even now, Moriarty?
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[Sorry, mister towel. Your sacrifice is noted, and will not be in vain.
At the question, he chuckles - though it's more of a pained wheeze than actual laughter.]
I do...suffer from back pain quite...often. I had assumed...it was due to being old. But perhaps...I am merely suffering...from the sensation of...what should be my normal. Of a...broken back, and...all that comes with it.
[Again, he's just...casual. It's nothing to really comment on, in his mind - just a fact of life that he had to deal with.]
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[ Very carefully he set aside the bloody towel where it wasn't going to stain anything and made to reach for the bandages.
That casual tone has begun to not seem normal to him and as such? Doesn't quite come as much of a surprise as it should, one hand unrolling the bandages carefully. Usually he'd have a LOT more spirit but this wasn't something he could go into too energetically or he could end up hurting Moriarty while taking care of him and he didn't want that at all. ]
That is entirely possible... and I am sorry you are left to experience such a thing as I imagine it truly isn't pleasant to deal with.
[ Just like that he's getting to work in beginning to re-bandage the older man as carefully as he can but it's definitely clear he knows what he's doing. ]