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

[carries_war]

It's gonna be a pain keeping a ton of bolts on hand, but a ranged weapon can be damn effective with good aim. And...the best way I can think of to protect you, is to teach you how to protect yourself, even if I can't be there all the time.

[socialhacktivist]

I can think of something.

[A little bit of tinkering and she should be able to make something to carry them.]

Besides. Looking for weaknesses is my specialty. It'll feel really good to finally be able to give them hell with my own two hands.

[carries_war]

[Look at this grin, Futaba. He approves.]

You bet. There's nothing nearly as satisfying as telling some asshole to back off by giving them a new blowhole.

[socialhacktivist]

[...Futaba laughs.]

This is going to take some getting used to, but-- whatever you remembered... it sounds like it was good for you.

[At least in her opinion.]

[carries_war]

It was...a lot.

[He slips one hand in his pocket and tilts his head back.]

The years after Miltia, I spent them developing an identity outside of what I was made to be. And this is who I ended up, once I put all that Institute crap behind me.