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.]

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[socialhacktivist]

[Futaba understands all too well the painful feeling of pushing others away. If that look is what she thinks it is-- then she doubts he really wants to be doing this.]

I'm not going anywhere. We need to stick together. I know it's hard to rely on others and it's not easy to ask for help. But we're all in this together. So... if you need something... we're all here for you.

[The last thing she feels is afraid. She trusts Killua. He's one of them... and she's not turning her back on anyone.]

[lightnen]

[ She wasn't wrong. He didn't want to be doing this, and it was the company that he technically did need but it wasn't something he couldn't entirely voice with the state of mind he was in. ]

Friends... I... Do you think I deserve them, Futaba...?

[ The pain of that memory pressed on him mentally, the hurt palpable in his once strong and unwavering voice. ]

[socialhacktivist]

...Before I met Yusuke and the others back home, I never let people in. They had to fight to get me to open up at all. I didn't think I deserved friends either.

[When she first came here she thought that time was a lot more recent than she knew it was now.]

But everyone deserves friends. My friends are... they're like my family. Because I was with them I was able to find the place I belong. Besides-- we're friends... right?

[It might be a little presumptuous but, she's seen him as something of a friend ever since the meeting after Yusuke's trial.]

[lightnen]

[ Listening to her words, it was something about the last part that really kind of 'stuck'. Finding the place she belonged to sounded like what he'd been trying so hard to do, what with running away from home and his family so he wouldn't have to do what they wanted - and expected - him to. ]

...I... You... actually consider me a friend? Really...?

[ Something hopeful lingers in his voice here as he looks to her, blue eyes reflecting that same faint hope. He just needs to hear it. ]