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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

[pervet]

... 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.

Sorry, I had to.

[justpure]

[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?

[pervet]

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

Don't fucking test me.

[justpure]

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

[chiarodiluna]

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

[pervet]

[ 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!

[scleramelani]

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