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WAKE UP TIME
[The first thing you feel when you wake up is...nothing.
You don't feel much different at all when you wake up, no doubt from a very pleasant sleep, even if you may not remember what you dreamed of. If anything, you would have thought it was another normal day.
That thought would have vanished the moment you took in your surroundings. This is not your bed, this is definitely not your bedroom, and well, this is definitely not your home. In fact, this place isn't anywhere you've been before.
Before you can question anything much further, your cell phone starts beeping, flashing a message on the screen for a good several minutes, before flashing your profile, also for a few minutes. Yes, now you have a Title, and a power, even if you've never had one before. And yes, you have a cell phone. Even if you didn't have one, and don't know what the hell a cell phone is. You get the feeling you'll need to keep it on you.
The profile fades back to the home page of your phone - don't worry, you can still access your profile, and everyone else's, on that little lime icon if you really want - even though you have so many questions now. (The help button may... attempt to be helpful in that case.) Where the hell are you? Why do you have a Title? And can you get out?
Perhaps, if you're strong enough. But, in any case.
Welcome, Titled.
There are fifteen strangers in this place.]
((OOC: Welcome!
If you haven't filled out the resident profile or current residents information yet, please do so!))
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This can't be right. It says I'm twenty-four, but my birthday is still eight months away. And....
[A power? Like a magical ability? That's definitely not right. He's run away from enough things in his life to know he can't move faster than the naked eye can follow.
And then he reads Ursula's profile, followed by all the others. Everyone has a power, some have weird occupations or likes and dislikes... what is going on here?!]
This... none of this makes any sense... and we've all been kidnapped? By whom?
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[ She frowns. ]
I don't have any discrepancies in my profile... that's strange. Are you sure the age is wrong?
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[Not that he's thrilled about having his weaknesses displayed so openly where everyone can see them.]
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[ Checking her phone just to re-confirm it says that. It sure does. ]
It definitely lists your age as older than that...
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[ She'll hold up a finger on her right hand, and a bit of barbed wire will appear out of nowhere into the air, shaping itself into the constellation of the big dipper. She moves a hand, reshaping it after that into a small star shape, before it eventually disappears.
The ease that she does this with, and the almost boredom on her face shows a practiced hand at this kind of thing. ]
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[She made barbed wire appear out of thin air. It's not impossible to think it's a stage magician's trick, but then it twists into different shapes and Yuuri starts to feel an uncomfortable twinge of doubt in his stomach.]
... even if my power is real, I... I have no idea how to trigger it. Magic is just tricks in my world.
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[ She rubs her chin, thoughtful. ]
Well... if it's anything like another magical power I'm familiar with, it will probably only trigger when it's ready to, or when you understand it best. As it is now, if you can't activate what they've given you, there's likely something missing from you to do so.
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[He sighs, rubbing his face.]
I'm just a dime-a-dozen figure skater. I'm not a witch or a hero from a manga or anything like that. Talk about being really out of my element.
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[ She smiles. ]
You don't have to be a hero to be someone worthwhile, you know.
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[He shakes his head slowly, staring at the floor between his feet.]
I was ready to retire from skating after I bombed two major competitions. All because my dog died and I fell apart. What kind of professional athlete does that? So what's that really make me if not some... wannabe who just knows the mechanics of skating but isn't a real professional?
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[ Her smile is gentle. ]
That doesn't make you incapable.