15strangers | WEEK 4

WEEK 4

[It is late in the afternoon when the Titled finally wake up from their long, vivid sleep. What day is it? Maybe it doesn't matter.

They weren't awake when it happened, but the final set of doors have opened. The Intercessor hasn't emerged from their room. There is no sign of the grumpy old man. And, the Titled may notice that nothing has been cleaned up - including the remains of those who prompted the Investigation - since they went into the Debate Hall. No new food has been supplied in the Kitchen, either.

The only replenishing food supply is in the Conservatex - who knows when those'll get ripped out from the ground out of spite, though. Their captors certainly showed themselves to not be above petty revenge, unfortunately.

So many questions now swirl. Is the old man hiding? Is the Intercessor ok? What the hell happened with the dragon? What about that other group which the Titled have come to realize exist? What did their captors have planned? And...really, what the hell else is going to happen now?

Whatever it is, it's not going to be good.

So get ready, Titled.

There are nine (but perhaps only eight?...) strangers in this place.]

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[From the moment she wakes up she's in the armory testing swords again. It's not organized like before though, but it is more practiced. A slash across.

War? This is not a battlefield. If it were, there would be proud warriors, proud demi-humans.

Then jab.

But I only know of women and children...

Then she lunges forward, clean off the ground, and a few foot across the room.

Of people weaker than you.

She turns and-there she is! Raphtalia tilts her head looking at her double. Then brings a gloved hand to her face...She was crying? Her double was crying. But she moved her hand and the duplicate was gone.

...What just happened?]

[ Guess who'd been kinda watching her for a bit? This guy.

Killua had come to essentially do what the older girl was doing, but raised an eyebrow when she stopped and seemed to be looking at something that he really couldn't see. ]

...Hey. You gonna be alright?

[She's brushing at her nose and eyes with her glove. Not even looking at him, she's busy looking across the room.]

...I'm fine. I was just thinking of something.

Yeah? Thinking of what?

[ Killua's naturally a very curious person at heart so of course he's gonna be asking questions like that. Especially since he doesn't know much about Raphtalia to begin with. ]