Trustfell 5: A Good Day to Trust Fall (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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trustfelled2017-06-03 11:59 pm
trustfellowship) wrote in trustfelled2017-06-03 11:59 pm
Welcome.
| The last thing you remember hearing is static. There were words in there, perhaps, quiet whispers like the rustling of leaves, like the crinkling of paper, like rust being scraped off a knife. The words aren't anything you'll remember, but they're there, and there are a lot of them washing over you, and it might be concerning if it weren't so warm where you're lying. You wake feeling disoriented, like you've been asleep for a long time. Of course, it's probably odd that you're waking up just now - perhaps you were in the middle of something important, perhaps you were waiting for something, or maybe you were just going about your day, but even before the whispering came you can clearly remember doing something back home. Can't you? Something else. Something that wasn't looking around the room you've found yourself in. It's not your room, either. Not the one you're used to. The room here is grey and white and tile; even if the bed is nice (and the bed is nice, it feels like it's been designed to cater just to you, maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can pretend it's a favor), the room itself is spartan and oppressing. The walls are cracked and the floors are in disrepair, but despite that there's not enough noise - it's silent, the quietness of it pressing in on you, and even if you can't see any cameras you get the distinct feeling that for good or ill, someone is watching over you as you get up. That might be enough to make you move, to make you not want to stay there. But even if you stick around for a while to look around in there, the walls hold firm despite their decrepit state and the pervasive silence isn't going away - if anyone's in the rooms near you, you can't hear them. If you want answers, you're going to have to leave. Be sure you grab the key sitting on your desk on the way out. Once you step out of the room into the hallway you'll most likely find yourself face-to-face with other confused people who feel as though they don't belong here either. Maybe you'll find something if you explore together; maybe it's safer in numbers. Wherever you end up going - and there are several places to go - you might want to check the large room toward the center of the communal area of the building. A subdivided foyer is here; at first glance, it even seems to offer you a look at the outside. Of course, once you've gotten over that particular disappointment, you might want to check out the walls, where you'll find some very interesting information about yourselves hanging on the walls. There's some other framed information that you'll most likely want to get a look at as well, seeing as how it could be the key to escaping this place. Although, speaking of keys... Despite your best efforts, you won't find any doors. The windows you find here and there are far more durable than they should be as well, and any attempts to break out won't work. It seems you're stuck here for the time being. Maybe your fellow captives have some thoughts on all of this. Welcome to Beacon General Hospital. |
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[The massive goat-man actually seems pretty interested in the explanation! There are enough humans now that he's getting pretty used to them again. It was a surprise, to be sure, but he's glad for the chance to interact with them again in a more peaceful way...if not, perhaps, a much more peaceful environment.]
It has been a very long time since I have encountered human medicine. It must have changed a lot by now!
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[ Of course, she figures, thinking about what the profiles said his age was... ]
I hope I'm not being too presumptuous in asking, but, the age listed on your profile...is it accurate?
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[ Now that's peculiar... ]
What do you mean by a "boss monster," though?
[ It sounds almost like some kind of video game term... ]
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That is the kind of monster I am. Our souls work a little differently than other monsters', that is the only difference.
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[ She's not quite sure how she feels about that... ]
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[Why would that be a problem?]
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Our species has always had that name. If it has...come to mean something different, in our absence...
...well, there is not much we can do about it.
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[ Well, it's not her first time meeting an oddity, of course; after Spring Break, she became introduced to the world of the night, of monsters and apparitions.
But this is her first time having such a civil discussion with one. ]
I'm a bit new to this idea, you see.
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[And he does not really expect her to. She is young, and knowledge of what happened seems to have faded from humanity...which is not really anyone's fault, per se.]
My people were...forced to live underground, apart from humanity, many centuries ago. We have had no contact with them since, save for what trash might flow down from the river.
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[ Oh no, that's terrible... ]
May I...ask why you were forced to relocate?
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[And, well, they are still alive. And trapped underground with no hope of escape. So.]
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[ It's not enough that a war happened, they even exiled them after the fact... ]
I'm so sorry. I've never heard anything about such a war taking place...but to literally drive you into the ground, that hardly sounds merciful.
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[Is life in the Underground just a longer, more tortuous way of doing so? Well.]
Whatever they meant to do, we must live with it now.
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But nowadays, most of the population was born underground. They have heard stories of the Surface, of course, but I think it is still easier for them. We have tried to make our city as nice as we can.