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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. ]

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[fashionable_yapping]

[She'd been in a rather bad mood all day, and done much throwing and yelling. Now she's stewing at the explanation. She likes killing, no, she loves it, but doing so for others' entertainment rankles. She does it for her own stake, damnit!]

What's to stop us from just killing you?

[chiarodiluna]

"Rule six: Violence against the hosts is not allowed. A severe punishment will follow should one try."

[ A simple explanation, isn't it? ]

[fashionable_yapping]

And I repeat, just what's going to stop me from killing you? Even if I'm not as strong as before, I could easily reach you with a knife.

[justpure]

I wouldn't push my luck if I were you.

They have their ways.

[fashionable_yapping]

And just how do you know that? Do you know them?

[justpure]

No, but I have been in a similar situation before.

[May as well make that clear before people think of him as a traitor.]

It's strange how they chose me of all people to participate.

[fashionable_yapping]

A similar situation? So being kidnapped and thrown into some situation where the hosts're expecting you to kill for their amusement is nothing new to you?

[justpure]

Precisely.

[And yet he is calm. Actually, this might be why he is so calm.]

[chiarodiluna]

Quite simple, really. We cannot be killed. You could slit my throat, even, and I would simply heal and continue to dance. Your own life would then be forfeit. Do you want that?

[pervet]

[ ... What? Sorry, there's no way he didn't overhear this after... y'know. ]

... Even demons and angels die. You're bluffing.

[diabolusinmusica]

[Memori giggles.]

Yes, of course even those kinds of beings die. However... we never claimed to be anything like that. I wonder-- what exactly do you think we are?

[pervet]

I--

[ ... Annnnd just like that you stopped him being mad and made him start thinking. Good question. What the heck are you? ]

........ I...

[ He sweats. He can't... get a read off of them at all. That might... be what disturbs him the most. I mean, personality-wise? He can. But, energy-wise. ]

I don't... know.

[chiarodiluna]

Then maybe it would be wise not to find out, yes?

[summitdancer]

Sooo, you're some kinda god then? Or a type of spirit? Or maybe a concept?

[Like all of those a valid answers.]

[diabolusinmusica]

That is correct.

[Wait which one--]

You can think of us as concepts given form. Have you ever heard the phrase "Memento mori"? It refers to a theory. A concept.

[WELL THEN.]

Therefore-- I am Memori.

[chiarodiluna]

[ Following after Memori's explanation-- ]

And I am Vanitas--likewise a concept. However, I prefer to simply be called Van.

[fashionable_yapping]

I doubt that. Why don't you slit your own throat and prove it?

[She'd like that very much, actually. Very, very much. It's not as good as her doing it by her own hands, but it's something.]

CW: Throat-slitting

[chiarodiluna]

Very well.

[ He'll remove a dagger from beneath his coat and very cleanly slit his own throat. But there is no blood. Instead, where the injury is, she can see clear through to the back of his neck. Like he's empty. ]

Does that satisfy you?

[pervet]

[ ... Sherbet just watched this.

And he stares. And stares. And stares. Even demons bleed. Even fucking GODS bleed. What! The! Fuck! Are! You!!!!!!!!! ]

[fashionable_yapping]

[She's quiet. Then.]

And you have ways to kill us, too? I'm not gonna ask for a demonstration, or at least I'm not volunteering.

[She's seen all kinds of weird people where she comes from. Including people that don't bleed. Even they could die or at least be ripped into little pieces. But she decides not to risk it. For now.]

[chiarodiluna]

Yes.

[ ...Well his skin is beginning to come back at least? Well. In that the wound is closing up. ]

If you want to live, simply be careful. Or get away with murder.

[justpure]

... [He can't believe his eyes. The host is not even a robot, like Monokuma or his kubs.] [He's almost like a...] ... What are you?

[summitdancer]

[What's eveyone freaking out about???

She's just going to continue guessing what you are.]

A fairy then? I know some of those guys don't bleed. It's a part of making they're body out of ether...

[semperperatus]

[WHAT THE--]

Right.

[The Shepard family motto did not prepare him for this WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT JFOGJRIKBEOJHR]

[scleramelani]

[WELL THAT'S A THING.]