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15strangers2017-11-26 12:01 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-11-26 12:01 pm
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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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Maybe try saying "sword off"?
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Sword off!
[He even raises it in the air. Nothing happens]
...wait, I think the last one disappeared after I hit something. Maybe that's what I have to do now.
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That doesn't sound very useful. The point of a sword is to help you fight and deflects blows, not disappear after one hit. [ He judges you, sword. He judges you. And he goes to pick up a piece of the nondescript item to hold it up. Will this do? ]
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[Excuse you, buddy, he's a real superhero! Or he'll be once he gets his character development!]
Yeah, that'll do. Throw it up, I'll hit it.
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[ Get a cape and then we'll talk! Anyway, anyway, he tosses up the piece as requested! Let's see how this goes. ]
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[A few days later, he remembers these few words and makes the decision of never telling Wake about the monster from beyond the barrier, for many reasons.
Britt aims and swings the sword, hitting the piece. It breaks in tiny pieces, and the sword goes away]
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After, of course, closing his eyes to avoid getting glass in them. Goodbye tiny piece of a mysterious object! ]
Monsters are real.
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[He's not taking such statement seriously at all, yeah]
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[ This is a Touchy subject, apparently. Sorry, Britt! ]
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[You could try to show some more empathy, Britt. It's not like he's uncaring about other people's sufffering, it's just that he can't take it seriously when it all gets blamed on monsters]
I'll be fine. I can defend myself, and having a magic sword will help a lot, so don't worry about me.
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Tough doesn't begin to describe it. [ But... right, he isn't here to talk about his world or what's wrong with it. He closes his eyes. ] As long as you can defend yourself, I guess that's all that matters. ... Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.