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[sinphony]

[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

Comments

[bearshercross]

I make my own reason to exist. You? You're worse than a dog begging for scraps from something that won't even think twice about you and probably won't even remember your name in a day. You're pathetic. You don't serve a purpose--fighting for a tyrant who doesn't deserve their crown, much less anyone's time. I bet they started whatever war you're fighting because someone dare ask even a simple question.

[ Sorry, you have hit on a lot of deep-seated issues. She'd get along with a number of SMT protags. ]

[pervet]

Your petty insults don't bother me; they're no different than the kinds of things I hear any other heathen say. I know better than to pretend I'm worth more than anyone else, though. I mean, seriously. Are all humans like you? So egotistical?

[ ... He's not showing it, but he's actually really bothered. He doesn't want to let her get to him. There were times in the past, where he let people make him lose his cool. He's not letting that happen, he's gotten angry enough today. ]

It's foolish sentimentality to pretend otherwise. I mean, sure. I enjoy living. What creature doesn't? But I'm not going to go against my orders. Traitors and fools do that.

[bearshercross]

The only one egotistical in this scenario? Is your farce of a God. If all they wanted was trash? Maybe they should have cloned themselves.

[ She hates religion. She's surprised that's not on her profile. She hates it. Hates it with a passion.

It took someone dear to her away. ]

[pervet]

Why would they do something like that? They're the only one that needs to exist as they are. Besides... you haven't met them. So you wouldn't know what they're like.

[ He's smiling, quite widely, really, but it almost feels a little fake. Like he's too okay with all this, all that she's saying. ]

[bearshercross]

You've told me plenty to know they're an asshole who deserves to have as many of my bullets put in their head as possible.

[pervet]

[ BITCH. You did not. ]

I don't need my ice to make you regret that statement. I will snap your tawny little neck, you bitch.

[bearshercross]

Try me, asshole.

[pervet]

[ YUP he's completely going for it. You deserve this punch, Haruka. ]

we talked about this btw

[bearshercross]

[ Next thing Sherbet knows, he's on the ground on his back, Haruka standing over her. Because she knows martial arts and how to turn someone much taller than her's weight against them. Just like she did here. She'll kneel down and glare at him. ]

You're not the only fighter here, Lemons.

[ And then she's going to get up and walk off. ]

[pervet]

[ Holy shit.

He just. Lies there. Staring at the ceiling for a bit. She didn't break his wings--he managed to flatten them against his back in time--but he is a little... confused.

You fight like Rigatona.

_{... He might have a small crush.}

He'll... he'll be fine. Just. Just leave him here. It's. Fine. ]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza just...stares as well.]

...wow. [She starts clapping slowly. That was pretty cool!]

[bearshercross]

Eh, it wasn't a big deal. I've been training to fight things since I was, like... Seven?

[ She's... Kind of fucked up. ]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza boggles.] You mean...all on your own? [After all, some Pokemon trainers start from a young age. But this seems like something different from that.]

[bearshercross]

No, no, Resha taught me. She was... My mom's former partner in all this, and now she's mine. I... Learned a lot from her.

[telecosmetic]

Oh...why did you have to learn so young? Was there some evil organization coming after you who used to be your mom's enemies or something?

[Eliza has...a very active imagination sometimes.]