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notasstrange2020-03-08 01:25 pm
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15 Strangers Round AU Meme
Hello everyone! Not exactly that time again, but we’ve got a treat for you today! The Round AU Meme! Essentially, remember those times where you asked ‘What if I’d brought Person X to Round Y?’ Well, here’s where you can answer that question, with prompts for each round and Mock Weeks 2 and 3. We hope you’ll enjoy!  1. Ungodly Magics & Mysteries You know your day is going to be awful when you wake up on a stone slab instead of a bed. Worse still, it looks like nothing here is past medieval times, in terms of style and tech. Maybe a potion or a sweet roll will get your mind off of this murder business added to the mix. 2. Mall Murder Mania You’ve probably never been passed out in a mall, and even if you did, it’s very unlikely you’d been trapped inside afterwards, told by a young girl to kill to leave. Maybe the fifteen of you can figure out what’s going on in this seemingly abandoned mall. 3. A Fantastic Voyage The technology here is so…odd. The entire place just seems off, no matter when you’re from. Then there’s that loud, obnoxious woman telling everyone to kill each other. With how grating her voice is, maybe you should prepare for someone killing to get away from her. 4. Snakes In Plane Sight Is this a joke? On a plane, headed who knows where, with who knows how many snakes on board, and more dead bodies than you needed to see in your lifetime. And your pilot wants you to add to their number. You might need magic if you want everyone here to survive. 5. Soul-Sapping Situations This mansion is awful. Rooms like caskets, dust and spiders everywhere, the fact that you were brought unwillingly-and the rules about murder didn’t help things. The entire situation is a disaster, and you can only hope that you and the others don’t lose your minds. 6. Off The Rails A chance to explore the deepest recesses of space, the final frontier…and instead, you’re on a train with fourteen others being made to kill each other. No one among the locals cares when you ask for help. Such a hopeless situation, you may as well gaze at the beautiful sun above. 7. Home Sweet Homicide You and fourteen others in a house in space, trapped by an evil A.I. It wants you to kill each other, but when there’s so little room? Seems impossible, if you don’t want to get caught. Let’s hope no one proves that thought wrong… 8. The American Nightmare A town with no people, other than your fellow captives. This isn’t the first time that this has happened to you, and the same goes for everyone else. And yet, you hesitate to trust the others…probably reasonable. You all know how this goes, after all. |
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I wasn't aware having concern over someone's feelings being crushed makes me look 'stupid'.
[ Sure, it hurt more because it'd been such a sweet girl, but it could have been anyone and he'd still be here right now as he could only endure watching so much.
Taking a deep breath, it was taking a lot of restraint not to sneeze ridiculously right now. Managing to only do so once in a while, despite how much his damned nose was itching. At least Zen was able to watch as the red-head walked around with the cat in his arms, an ugly emotion twisting beneath his chest the longer he heard Seven talk. ]
I fail to see how any of this is going to save everyone.
[ At some point or another, his hands had clenched into fists loosely and it was very likely that his eyes had narrowed at this point. He was going to try and say something else but the words died on his tongue as soon as the redhead hit that point, clear shock unable to hide itself from Zen's face in that instance.
He didn't ever remember telling anyone about what his family life growing up had been like, and while Seven was good at hunting information down? This wasn't something he ever suspected was going to be used against him; let alone from someone he considered a friend. So just maybe that was why it hurt just a little bit more than it should have. ]
...That's not... [ He sucked in a sharp breath, cutting off what would have been a sneeze. ] We're not bringing me or my personal matters into this.
[ That was all he was saying on this matter. Mostly because it was like pouring salt on a wound he was still trying to deal with, and he didn't want to talk about it.
Red eyes shifted to those wings, suppressing the urge to take a step back as the redhead came closer. Not because he feared Seven. No. It was that stupid furry monster that was in the other man's arms. He had no problem with birds or feathers, thankfully. Not that it stopped a laugh from escaping him before he could even think to stop it in the slightest. ]
Angel? You're the farthest from one right now. [ A soft scoff and he loosened one fist in order to reach into one pocket to grab something out of it. ] It's not up to you to decide what people should do. Besides... you praise IT, but... what about your god you worshipped, Luciel?
[ That's when he raises his hand and dangles from one finger a very familiar Cross Necklace that he knew belonged to his friend. ]
Have you forgotten about him entirely?
cw blasphemy?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[Luciel's eyes widen and then darken seeing the cross. His head is abuzz with discomfort at it, just as much as if you showed something like that to a demon or vampire. Maybe that does make him more of a demon, something that should frustrate him - as he recalls the reason he called himself Luciel in the first place. But, no. He's not going to let this get to him or make him think he's wrong. He refuses to show weakness, for now just petting the cat as if nothing had happened. As long as it's only in sight. He supposes he might have to retaliate if he gets any closer. This is a symbol that IT particularly hates, after all.]
No. But you know what? First of all! [His voice booms dramatically with each count. Typical 707 hyperactivity, their delivery is eerie only in their lack of warmth.] This rings pretty hollow coming from a nonbeliever like you. Second! Even as children, I always believed in Him as much as I hated Him... I was never worthy of anything. I got into this religion because of Rika and V...
[He scoffs wordlessly after that, but doesn't elaborate why. Zen isn't from a history where he learned about them, and the timing's not right to make it about them right now. But man, thinking about them is depressing.]
Third: In all my years as an angel, I still never got any sign from any God. I have no reason to believe anyone is watching over us, just orders from the top forever. At least my orders here make sense.
[This is bothering him so much he thinks he'd better put the cat down. It rejoins its fellow cats, falling seamlessly back into pace with their activities.]
Boy, just look at you. I wonder how many face masks you're gonna need to fix the damages... although too bad! You'll need clearance to go to a place that sells them.
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This kind of thing might be laughed off amidst some flippant joke, or at the least? Some kind of lightly chastising comment on him bringing this up, even if in all actuality he did feel a bit bad for having to do things this way. Part of him just wanted to go up and give it to Seven, but that was a risk in and of itself.
Especially with the words that are spat out at him like they were some kind of poison and they're enough to make him nearly recoil. His chest stings again at the mention of Rika and V, but the rest that followed after? A little of the fight is taken out of him and he almost deflates, but his hand curls a bit more tightly around the necklace itself. ]
That never had stopped you before. It's not like you to give in like this, either.
[ After that mess in the mansion, finding out that he was some kind of living weapon had hurt a little. On the surface he did not too horribly on hiding how affected he was by this, as if there was no way to fix this that how could he go back to how things were before? It was bad enough that by now he'd been gone long enough that things already were seemingly ruined.
Wordlessly, Zen proceeded to bring his free hand up to his face. As if that could stifle the set of sneezes in rapid succession, but he still tried all the same. ]
...None of those orders make sense. IT just is telling you that they do. [ Trying to recover for a moment, but at least it's a bit easier when Seven puts that cat down and it leaves him be. ] ...How many lies has IT fed you by this point?
[ Those words had been too quiet, and it was easy to forget them when his mind registered what his friend had actually said. A small, nagging part of his mind already going a mile a minute, trying to reason that maybe it's just partially because of the allergies that affected him and nothing more. ]
Once I leave here, clean up and get some rest, I'll be good as new. These damages aren't anything that can't be fixed. [ Flipping some hair over his shoulder as flippantly as he might have back home was all too easy; so natural that he didn't even have to think about it. Same with the smile that he used to cover up any unease that might have started creeping in. ] I haven't the slightest idea of what you're even trying to get at.
[ He's kept remarkable care of himself... well. As much as he could. That mansion had been SO hellish in that regard. Not that he wants to think about that. ]
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Honestly, I was just remembering how puffy you got after the party Jumin brought Elizabeth 3rd to. Guess it's none of my business, heh heh.
[GOOD LORD. HE DIDN'T EVEN CALL HER ELLY.]
Well actually.... This is completely like me, although on your route you wouldn't know I've done dangerous work for a living... There's not a day you knew me I wasn't following some kind of orders. This really is the same but better. You don't know how much of a mess my head was before I got on Schedule. You only know my persona in the chat room who's nothing like the real me at all.
[Seven used to have headphones he fidgeted his hands around the cord with when he was particularly upset. In lieu of them, his bony fingers reach up to twist a random piece of hair near his ear. His eyes shift away, brow knit in frustration.]
Gosh, feels kinda disgusting hearing someone I spent so much time with try to make wild guesses like that. It ... ah... not that it's your fault for not knowing, of course! Keeping that secret was part of my job back then, but still, can I even think we were really friends with the way things were? This is just getting depressing now.
[He is so depressed he's gonna flop down on one of these bean bag chairs that get relaxed on by human and feline alike.]
Then again, that could be too harsh. You're not even the same Zen I knew to begin with, since I got pulled into a death game about two years before all the crap in Rika's apartment went down. The one you know is just "Earth Luciel."
[you know, the one who is mortal and never ascended to the heavens or produced a death game.]