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parasomniacs) wrote in parasomnic2017-01-02 01:24 am
Week 6
Week 6
Monday - Thursday
[ There is a particularly somber atmosphere in the quiet hotel. The day before ended with a terrible miscalculation and an innocent life lost in the name of the “experiment”. Emotions certainly ran high and it would not be strange for those effects to linger into the dawn of the new week. Until now they had successfully determined and executed three other murderers. But the fourth got away. They may not want to face the future yet—but the experiment stops for nothing.
The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.
Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]
Hello participants.
I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.
See you all in fifteen minutes.
The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.
Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]
Hello participants.
I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.
See you all in fifteen minutes.
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And, perhaps strangely, Sting smiles fondly. He crosses his arms confidently and tilts his head up in remembrance. ] Yep. That's one thing you can count on, I'm with the friendship idiots until the bitter end.
[ With an excited grin, he looks over to Mikami. ] You might be happier being one too, you know? It's not so bad believing in other people.
Why don't you join my guild and see how great it is for yourself?
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This was such a Sting thing to say that somehow even Sting should have been incapable of saying it.
This doesn't make any sense.
Mikami thinks it first, but it takes him a second to actually voice his surprise out loud as well. ]
Isn't your guild a magic guild? There'd be no point to me joining something like that.
[ What does Sabertooth even do? ]
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[ Nevermind that there a bunch of guilds out there. Banking, mercenary, swordsmanship. Magic guilds are just the best ones.
Perhaps out of some amazing coincidence, or purely because somewhere out there there's someone who believes in the power of drama, the elevator dings and the doors swish open. Sting steps in front of the now open doors with the resolution and cheer of someone who is well and truly happy. If it weren't already bright in the elevator there would surely be bright, angelic light seeping in through the doors and enveloping Sting in a halo of beautiful glorious light. ] And everybody loves magic. It's one of the greatest gifts there is.
[ Want to know what the absolute greatest gift is? Friendship. It's friendship.. ]
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I thought you knew, but my world doesn't have magic.
[ He has never really counted the Death Note as magic in any case. Supernatural? Yes. But magic... magic seems like flimsy little tricks compared to a tool that is divine, that offers stability. Totally on a different level, surely. ]
Before coming here I was quite sure it wasn't real.
[ Also he's going to walk towards their living quarters now, unsurprisingly. ]
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[ No worries, you're one of many of the "no magic back home" club. In some ways, he pities you guys. The idea of being without magic is...
... not good.
Sting briefly closes his eyes. ] ... Anyway, it's too bad I can't show you my magic. It hasn't been working since I came here. [ His tone is quite revealing, he's genuinely very hurt by this. He recovers quickly. ] ... But hey. Maybe if we're both lucky you'll get to see me in action someday.
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[ Even if he didn't have all these Big Important things to return to back home, at this point he would honestly just find his drive for survival in the amount of spite he is feeling. ]
What is your magic anyway?
cant icon atm, plz imagine this face but 10000x cockier and a lil disconcerting bc sting no
And, what. Didn't that stupid sheet explain it? [ He stops in his tracks and flashes Mikami a confident grin—no, it's more than confidence. It's egotism; pure, unrestrained egotism. He places his feet firmly on the floor and holds out his hand to draw Mikami's eye.
When he speaks, it's almost as though his fangs have grown in size. His eyes are dangerous, sharp, but what stands out the most are his pupils. They've become slits, just like a dragon's.
or a cat's, meowHe sure did go from "average human" to "ok why do you have weird pupils and whats with those four giant fucking fangs" in a hurry. ] Guess not. In that case, I better reintroduce myself.I'm Sting Eucliffe, the one and only White Dragon Slayer. [ With his open hand he forms a fist. ] My holy fist can crumble even the strongest of mountains.
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For that matter, what is anyone supposed to do with this transformation?
Mikami does not seem quite able to decide on an answer to that question, so he just stares. It's a stare somewhere between surprised, impressed, and highly skeptical.
There sure is a pause here.
And then a very lame question: ]
So there actually are dragons in your world?
bless mikami for his muted reaction
They don't really change. He's always had those four fangs. Most of the time, however, his mouth doesn't open enough to get as good a glance as Mikami just did. ] ... No. It's not dragons, it's dragon. [ There's a reserved quality to his tone and his words come out just the slightest bit slower. He's reluctant. It shows in his voice and the way his gaze steadily drifts away from Mikami's face. ] That's a long story, but you don't have to worry about it. There's no way that monster is here.
[ It's not that he's trying to hide anything, it's more that there's no reason to talk about Acnologia. And, quite frankly, part of him is still afraid of the dragon. ] What about you. No dragons?
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And dragons will probably not invade his, right. ]
No dragons. They are mythological creatures and in the past people may have believed them to exist, but there is no actual proof of that. My world is only inhabited by regular humans and animals - though what is regular to mine may not be regular to your home?
[ Hey look, this is his room door. He'll open it and then give a glance to Sting. ]
You can come in.
[ It's not quite an invitation, but it is an offer. By now Mikami has realized it is fairly easy to cut a conversation shorter with Sting so letting him into his (now fairly big) space doesn't seem as invasive anymore as he once feared it would be. ]
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Yeah. There are a couple of people in my world that don't believe in them either.
[ His heart momentarily constricts as he thinks of Lector and all his friend went through for his sake. Sadly, he can't dwell on Lector for long when Mikami's inviting him in. With a quirked brow of mild surprise Sting holds up a hand in gratitude. ] Thanks. [ Yes, he does indeed recognize this as new! Mikami's finally starting to believe in the power of friendship. Obviously.
He walks into the room without a second thought and stops in the hall. ] Feels weird to have all this space. I was getting used to the close quarters.
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Really? I used to live in smaller spaces when I was younger, but the weeks here were hardly enough for me to stop feeling trapped.
[ Ah. ]
Not that we're not still trapped, but it's good to have a bit more private room again.
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He looks down at his feet and lifts one of his feet off of the ground. ... Yep. No getting these things off. Not when it's connected to his chaps, which are in turn connected to his pants. He sets his foot back on the ground.
What was Mikami saying? ] Oh, yeah. I dunno, personally I didn't mind the doubles that much. Having company ain't all that bad.
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You're probably more used to it, with your guild and all. I've lived alone since I before I was 20, I'm accustomed to having space to myself.