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]

Nigredo shot him in the head before the Miltian Conflict.

[He lowers his hand and opens it, showing a faint scar...with his number tattooed over it.]

I was making a healing potion for Cessy earlier, and I wanted to make sure I got it right before I gave it to them.

[lightnen]

[ Whoah. That was REALLY healed up rather well. Looked a lot better than the faint burn scar on his one hand that he'd gotten his first day here. ]

Huh. That sounds kinda like how I stabbed my mom in the face and my brother in the side before I ran away.

[ Spoken as casually as ever and without any regrets whatsoever. ]

Cessy...? You mean the Intercessor? [ That's not what's important here. ] So they're okay then? Because you made one of those potion-things...?

[carries_war]

Yeah. They were in pretty bad shape when I found them in their bed, that blade was poisoned. But they had some antitoxins in their cabinet, and healing potions are easy to make. They're already back on their feet.

[lightnen]

Oh, good! At least you were able to kinda help them out like that.

[ His stance on Intercessor's changed a lot since his arrival here, hoenstly. Rubedo's had a lot of influence where that's concerned; seeing how much he cares for him, though it wasn't all. Maybe it was also because they were stuck here like the rest of them as well. ]

Want a hand in keeping them safe? I mean it wouldn't hurt, seeing as our captors seem to dislike Cessy and all.

[carries_war]

Sure. The more of us looking out for them, the better.

They remembered their name, too.

[lightnen]

[ He nods in assent, though a look of complete surprise flashed across his face after. ]

Really? What is it?

[carries_war]

Alexis. They're not sure if it's their original name or not, but it's the name they took as ruler of their city.