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First Cup
508 Ricardo Drive
[Crown has awakened from his sleep to find himself in a strange room. This was not his bed. He didn't remember these decorations, the things that hung over his bed. Pictures hanging around the room, himself in them with strangers. More over, how the hell did he appear in these pictures. This was too odd. Too bizarre. But he couldn't panic. He looks around the bedroom for his sword but...it's not there. This is getting bad. What was the logical thing to do right now?
Well, get dressed and walk outside to look at these strange surroundings. Gain familiarity with this foreign territory. His eyes are narrowed, dark even as he suspiciously looks about. Where had he been taken? For what purpose even? Was someone trying to remove competition from the Hierarchy's cup? If that was the case why not cut his throat? No it had to be unrelated. But they took his sword, which almost answers itself. Who would want their captive to have a weapon?
Well at least he can still summon swords. Crown lifts his hand to create a sword, only to find no sword was appearing. All right...magic is blocked too. Definitely a prison of some form.
If someone comes by, he's standing at the side walk looking very deep in thought, a hand to his chin as he ponders what is going on.]
Phone
[He has picked up the phone, eyeing it with curiousity. Cross mentioned these things, it was how non magical people communicated. They would often lift it to their ear and talk, right? Doing so he speaks clearly and with purpose.]
Hello, if I am speaking with my captives I would like to inquire as to why you have put me here. Also I would like to know where 'here' is. I would even so go as far to question as to how you can block my magic. Though it almost seems fruitless to ask at this point. After all, you would probably like to keep your captive oblivious and break under the pressure. No matter, I will find the answers myself if that is the case.
Around town
[Crown has taken to the streets. He has a kitchen knife tucked in his belt, but scowling as he moves. A knife was no weapon, especially something so flimsy. If he see's you he turns to you, his stance becoming composed but his expression looking very serious and possibly a bit annoyed.]
Excuse me, are you one of competent speech and thought or are you one of this massive collective that will grace me with platitudes and be otherwise unhelpful to me?
[Blunt much for you?]
[Crown has awakened from his sleep to find himself in a strange room. This was not his bed. He didn't remember these decorations, the things that hung over his bed. Pictures hanging around the room, himself in them with strangers. More over, how the hell did he appear in these pictures. This was too odd. Too bizarre. But he couldn't panic. He looks around the bedroom for his sword but...it's not there. This is getting bad. What was the logical thing to do right now?
Well, get dressed and walk outside to look at these strange surroundings. Gain familiarity with this foreign territory. His eyes are narrowed, dark even as he suspiciously looks about. Where had he been taken? For what purpose even? Was someone trying to remove competition from the Hierarchy's cup? If that was the case why not cut his throat? No it had to be unrelated. But they took his sword, which almost answers itself. Who would want their captive to have a weapon?
Well at least he can still summon swords. Crown lifts his hand to create a sword, only to find no sword was appearing. All right...magic is blocked too. Definitely a prison of some form.
If someone comes by, he's standing at the side walk looking very deep in thought, a hand to his chin as he ponders what is going on.]
Phone
[He has picked up the phone, eyeing it with curiousity. Cross mentioned these things, it was how non magical people communicated. They would often lift it to their ear and talk, right? Doing so he speaks clearly and with purpose.]
Hello, if I am speaking with my captives I would like to inquire as to why you have put me here. Also I would like to know where 'here' is. I would even so go as far to question as to how you can block my magic. Though it almost seems fruitless to ask at this point. After all, you would probably like to keep your captive oblivious and break under the pressure. No matter, I will find the answers myself if that is the case.
Around town
[Crown has taken to the streets. He has a kitchen knife tucked in his belt, but scowling as he moves. A knife was no weapon, especially something so flimsy. If he see's you he turns to you, his stance becoming composed but his expression looking very serious and possibly a bit annoyed.]
Excuse me, are you one of competent speech and thought or are you one of this massive collective that will grace me with platitudes and be otherwise unhelpful to me?
[Blunt much for you?]
around town
...So what's your problem, exactly...?
Re: around town
So you are capable of intelligent speech unlike those strangers. This is good. My name is Crown and I would like to know where I am and as to why.
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This is Mayfield. Has anyone told ya anythin' about this place yet?
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around town;
No. [ Straightening up, the petite woman holds up her arm. ] I'm one that's going to blast your face off.
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So you would just attack someone needlessly for not knowing where he is? What a welcomed greeting.
[His last few words were laced with sarcasm.]
I simply require assistance. If you do not wish to offer it, than be on your way. I do not have time to waste getting into pointless squabbles.
around town;
[ Lowering her arm, she doesn't let down her own guard as she remains tense. ]
Did you just arrive?
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There was no attitude. I was asking a question. But fine, I will 'drop the attitude' as you so put it.
[He folds his arms.]
Yes, I just arrived in this place. I am assuming you have been here for awhile?
around town;
like it's hot, Rin will shift into a more pleasant manner. ]For well over a year. Fortunately for you, I'm one of the better people to talk to. [ Yes, 'fortunately'. This means there are crueler people than her. ] Have you been given one of the letters from Dist? Even better, which house do you live in? I'd feel sorry for you if you ended up in a rotten one.
Re: around town; too go with continuity I'm gonna say this happened after Olivier.
Hm, I see, so long as it is someone who knows the situation. [Cause he could care less who he's talking to if they know what they're talking about.]
Yes I received a letter outlining the conditions of this town. So I am aware of what has been done. But my house? I believe it was 508 Ricardo. All who lives there are myself and drones. Either way it does not matter, I have dealt with worse households.
around town; fine by me!
Re: around town; fine by me!
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I did not think so. But from your reaction, I can assume I am not the only prisoner here.
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[He's going to ponder out loud on the phone.]
Why would this place take an enforcer of the law? Revenge perhaps? Or to show that they can do it? Hmm...curious.
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Ah, but I think you can get your magic back. Eventually.
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Oh god a smile. This is horrifying. Relish in it Adachi-mun relish.
Ahaha! :)
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Around Town
Re: Around Town
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Look through this, then I can answer any holes is leaves to the best of my knowledge. As for getting abilities and belongings back, yes. People tend to get packages from the postman after strange things happen.
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Hm, so the Mayor, Lucy Smith, Billy Smith and this Police chief are the ones who caused this...I see.
[He looks back to it again.]
And you are you have made every attempt to escape? You have made plans, enacted them, and have met with failure because of their reality distorting powers? Tricky...
And the post office...hm...I suppose I will need to prepare for this one. But a machine that keeps you from dying? How would they do that I wonder.
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The town likes to give us ideas that we can escape, then crush them.
As for the machine, it sounds like it could be powered by what we all a philosopher's stone back home. A stone created by the sacrifice of thousands of humans that can give immortality. It's almost like we're all hooked up to it somehow. But, that is just a thought. No one knows how it works.
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