WEEK 4

[strangerpeople]

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.]

Comments

[defriendestration]

I DON'T KNOW. BUT I WANT TO, SOMEHOW. EVEN IF IT'S JUST TELLING YOU MY TRADEMARK SAYING!

WOULD YOU WANT TO HEAR IT?

[lightnen]

...Sure. What is it?

[ If it's a distraction, he'll take it. Dealing with that would take away from what was on his mind right now and maybe this could work. ]

[defriendestration]

IT IS...

[clearing his throat, ahem]

NYEH-HEH-HEH!

YOU WANNA PRACTICE MY CATCHPHRASE WITH ME?

[lightnen]

[ This is almost kinda making him curious now, loosening his hold on his knees so they can somewhat slide down to stretch out before him. It seems like he's at least allowing himself a bit of a more casual position now, for what it's worth. ]

I'll give it a shot. Can't say i'll be good at it or anything, though.

[defriendestration]

I'M SURE YOU'LL BE WONDERFUL WITH SOME PRACTICE!

[All right, let's see it!]

[lightnen]

[ Okay. He could do this. Inhaling a deep breath, he screwed up his face a bit and gave it his best shot. ]

Nyeh-heh-heh!

[ Oh god that sounded so much more embarrassing out loud, didn't it? ]

S-See? It's not even that good.

[defriendestration]

OH, THAT WAS GREAT! I COULD SEE THE POTENTIAL IN YOUR VOICE!

TRY IT AGAIN WITH GUSTO! NYEH-HEH-HEH!

[lightnen]

Fine... but don't make fun of me, got it?

[ Trying not to look flustered was really hard here but he did his best, inhaling another deep breath and trying to put more effort into his attempt this time. ]

NYEH-HEH-HEH!

[ A pause. ]

...Well...?

[defriendestration]

WOWIE! YOU'RE ALMOST AS GOOD AS ME NOW! YOU'RE A NATURAL!!

[He's quite proud of you, Killua!!]

[lightnen]

[ That's about when his cheeks flushed a nice shade of pink and he turned his gaze away from Papyrus. ]

...T-Thanks. I didn't think i'd really do all that good, so... I appreciate it.

[defriendestration]

NO WAY! ANY FRIEND OF MINE IS NEAR PERFECT AT IT!!