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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.

Comments

[armamenta]

Seems to be the case. I didn't believe they were real until I encountered one.

[It's still kind of Difficult to accept, but you know what, he's doing his best.]

[nachetanya]

... So are they new inventions?

[armamenta]

Not from my understanding. Javier's involvement with them is new, though. He started making a mess of things in South America long enough ago to catch the U.S. government's interest.

[nachetanya]

[ She nods, but... man, that's a lot of names she doesn't recognize ]

So BOWs are monsters that humans have made and a man named Javier has caused enough problems that the You-Ess has sent you to handle them? As a Brave of sorts?

[armamenta]

...A Brave?

[He gets the idea, but he's never heard the term used like that before.]

But yeah, that's it. Leon Kennedy was sent in with me, but I just met the man. I wouldn't say I like or dislike him.

[Much less both, thank you profiles??]

[nachetanya]

[ She nods, because "Brave" is an obvious term for her! Well, that and "Flowers," ]

Ah, then returning to the profiles...

What else is amiss, other than your age and it mentioning Leon Kennedy?

[armamenta]

My occupation's wrong. I'm a soldier first, a mercenary second. I also don't recognize a lot of things listed under likes and dislikes - I've never heard of "Las Plagas" or anyone by the name "Albert Wesker" or "Ada Wong".

[nachetanya]

Ah... well, have you talked to Mr. Wesker, then?

[ She points out that "Albert Wesker" is right there, the top profile. ]

[armamenta]

Yeah, I have. I didn't recognize him and he doesn't recognize me.

[nachetanya]

Then it does seem rather strange to say that you "like" him, doesn't it?

[ She tilts her head- ] How strange; nothing on my profile seems to be too amiss, even if some of it is more forward than I'd like.

[armamenta]

How easy would it be to get that information about you?

[It shouldn't be hard for them to get information about him, but they somehow completely fucked it up...]

[nachetanya]

[ She hums... ] I'm a fairly well known figure. [ She admits ] But I've actually only recently developed my liking for lemons, so that should be impossible.

[armamenta]

[Information that shouldn't be known, but is. Huh. Interesting.]

What's the last thing you remember before you woke up here?

[nachetanya]

I had only just met up with the other Flowers in Gwinvale, the country nearest to the Wailing Demons Territory.

[ . . . Which leaves out a lot of details, but hey, confusing, right! Might as well keep it broad. ]

[armamenta]

[That was a lot of words that meant nothing to him, okay.]

Flowers? Who are they?

[Let's... start with that...???]

[nachetanya]

[ B...link.

... Um? ]

The Braves of the Six Flowers?

[armamenta]

Never heard of them.

[That sure is... a title....]

[nachetanya]

[ She lowers her gaze, and then frowns a little. Her hand goes up to the part of her armor that secures over her chest, and begins fiddling with as she explains, ]

The Flowers are six heroes chosen by the Goddess of Fate in order to combat the reawakened Evil God and save the world.

[armamenta]

[...this sounds like some kind of comic bullshit, but she doesn't seem to be lying...?]

Never heard of any of that.

[nachetanya]

For anyone in any land I've known, probably the entire world, that should be impossible.

[ and she, will, undoes her armor a little, tugging down the fabric and metal as best she can one handed.This exposes a bit of top boob (well, different armor but same idea) but that's not the point, the point is to show off the crest center on her chest ]

See, this mark shows I'm one of them.

[armamenta]

[Krauser doesn't seem even remotely fazed by the sudden top boob, but it's pretty obvious that it's to expose the crest anyway.]

That's a pretty important mark, I'm assuming. I've never seen it before, though.

[And even though it doesn't show on his face, that's really worrying. It's something everyone should know where she's from, supposedly, and unless this is some kind of elaborate prank she's trying to pull... well, it's definitely not looking good.]

[nachetanya]

Without the crest, and the protection it gives from the Evil God's poison in the air, humans can't survive in the Wailing Demon Territory for long. It's what allows the Braves to go and defeat him, and why the six strongest people in the world are chosen.

[ She says, starting to... man, it's hard to get this back on one handed. But she's sure trying. ]

[armamenta]

[...]

I can see why that would be something most people would know, but I've never heard of any of that before. I suppose that'd explain why you've never heard of BOWs either.

[.........

you've totally got this, right......]

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Not really. How do you hold this clasp in place and also secure it both with one hand... ]

Yes, we might be from different "worlds" like Ms. Kashima said...

[armamenta]

Bit hard to believe something like that, but I don't see any other explanation.

[So he'll just sort of ignore it and focus on the more important things!! That's totally how you should deal with problems like this.

...Speaking of problems.]

Do you need help?