FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

Comments

[carries_war]

Me, I'm an adult, 'cept my body's still like a kid's. I don't think like a kid, but even people on the Foundation keep forgetting how old I am 'cause I look like this.

D'you have any idea how frush...how bad it is having to pretend t'be your little brother's adopted son?

[bythewaves]

[ A low, understanding whine, Maglor nosing close ]

[carries_war]

But I gotta. It's the only way they'll believe I'm human, if they think I'm a kid. If the Federation knew what I am, how I was involved on Miltia...

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor whines sadly, ears flat, and licks Junior's cheek comfortingly ]