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[ 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. ]

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I'm an angel. Don't go spreading lies.

We leveled the playing field. Remember?

... You can take my powers, but I don't believe for a second you could take the natural regenerative abilities out of one of us. You're full of shit. I've watched angels drown in their own blood and still be just fine.

[That explains the wings.]

[Is this more or less beautiful than he imagined angels to be?]

Well, then. I think they may yet make an example of you. Are you sure you wish to be the first to perish?

[ The angriest growl you've probably heard today. It's damn near feral. ]

Don't fucking test me.

[And the angel is growling. Kiyo will say no more, but his gaze lingers for a moment.]

Swift regeneration is still a leg-up. So no, you do no have it anymore.

[ This is probably the loudest, angriest growly-frustration noise you've heard today as he throws his hands up in the air. ]

Oh devilshit it is! Fucking bite me!

That makes sense, but it's still frustrating...

I know how to prove it to you.

[Eliza walks up and tries to kick him in the shin as hard as she can.]

[ There is a moment where his face contorts. It's still a smile, but he's very clearly biting a lip. Annnnd then he crumples over and yells. ]

... This isn't faaaaaiirrrr... I do my job... I kill my quota... I'm a good soldier... what did I do to deserve this...

[ Ohhhh god it's lingering help him. This is so awkward. Why did the young one have to do it, why couldn't the hot chick with the giant tits have kicked him in the shin?! ]

You threatened to kill us all and break someone's legs! [Eliza makes a fist.] So don't go doing that again and we'll be fine.

[ WOW HE IS BACK UP REALLY QUICK, thanks anger you're such a good motivator. ]

So what? Who cares about any of you guys? You'd do the same thing! White Lord save me, you guys are so sensitive, like some kind of flower. It's not like any of you MATTER.

Not all of us are soldiers! And maybe we don't matter to you because we're "just" humans, but we care about each other!

[Gonna try and slug him in the face now.]

[ That one, he saw coming, after the shin incident, he's realized you're a Professionally Flighty Broad, so he's going to move to the side and dodge it. He is not in the mood for your little girl games. ]

Listen, shortstack. Care about each other? That's stupid. No one here cares about anyone else. For starters, we all just got here. Secondly, no one attaches that fast, and you'd be a moron to care about someone here when you're incentivised to kill the people around you so you can leave.

Who would DO that? Unless... you're really that dumb, that you'd befriend someone willing to potentially kill you?

[She growls a little when she misses the punch, before snorting.] It never works, you know! The killers always get found out anyways! [She's purposefully ignoring the incident with her own trial.] And most of us here don't want to kill anyone anyways!

[Also did you see her profile? Likes: Befriending serial killers.]

[ He rolls his eyes. He did GLANCE at some of the profiles, but he didn't really spend too long perusing them... maybe he should have. ]

And? That's not the point. Do you really think everyone is going to care about that? People have better things to be doing. Even if you say you don't want to, do you want to spend the rest of your life here?

There's always a way out that doesn't involve anyone having to die! I believe in that more than whatever promises they might make!

Man, you're delusional. It's almost endearing how stupid you are.

Even if we can't get out ourselves, my friends will be looking for me! They'll tear down this whole place if they have to!

[Part of her is now glad none of them are here-without their powers restricted, it should be much easier for them to get into this place.]

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"Haruka Stone. Like: Helping people."

[ Just. Butting in there with that, Sherb, with the smuggest grin she can manage. ]

Know how you stop from killing, by the way? Make friends. It's harder to handle killing someone you care about.

That's cute. But that's you. So you're a busybody who can't keep her nose out of other people's stuff, so what? People are expendable. No one here matters enough that they're going to care if a handful of people die.

No one is expendable. No matter what. And I will do my damndest to make sure everyone comes out alive--even you!

[ He's hit a nerve, because now she actually seems angry. ]

Sounds like demon rhetoric to me, that. All you need is a pair of horns and a tail. Blasphemous talk that's completely grounded in self-aggrandizing ideals. The idea that the "singular" is more important than the "whole".

[ He snorts. ]

... You're a fool if you think a single life here matters. I mean, did you LISTEN to ours hosts? They might be annoying, but they're right about one thing: you can die at any time.