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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.

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Yes, souls. They are the essence of one's being. [He touches a hand to his chest.] Humans and monsters both have souls, but they are rather different from each other. Monster souls are weaker and more fragile, you see, but also more magical. Humans can possess magic, but it is rarer.

...Is magic like artes? But, a lot of people I know can cast them. A lot of humans!

I'm not sure. I have never heard of artes before. What are they like?

There are different kinds. I mostly use support artes, to help my friends fight. But I do know some that I can use to attack. They draw on the power of fonons.

I'm afraid I do not know what fonons are, either. Are support artes like healing magic?

[This is all fascinating.]

[He speaks like a human, but he doesn't know fonons? ...Well, okay, this is alright still.]

Yes. I have a few healing artes, but they aren't very strong. Mostly I have ones to increase resistance against attacks or certain elements, or to empower my friends.

Ah, I see. That is a little less common for us! I'm impressed that you have mastered them!

[Monsters can generally alter their own ATK and DEF a little, but really, most can't change those of their allies at will.]

[She blushes. Being praised by a monster is always wonderful.]

Oh... I've been practicing for a long time, and...and I was I had promise in Fonic Artes when I was young. Th- thank you.

[What a cute child!]

Is your magic working, here? I have found that I...cannot use my own. [He seems disturbed by this.]

[A gentle...frowning...]

No... I tried it earlier, but nothing happened. I swear I can, though! I promised I'd prove it, to one of the other boys.

I believe you! My magic is not working either, after all. It must be something about this place, or possibly how we were brought here.

But I am sure it will return. It cannot be gone, or I would not still be alive.

[She gasps.]

Th- that could kill you?!

[...that...is a genuinely strange thing for her not to know, if she was raised by monsters.]

Monsters' bodies are made mostly of magic. I am not sure what would happen exactly if it suddenly vanished, but it could not be good.

I... I never knew that. Mommy never said anything like that, and...nor did any of my brothers and sisters.

...well, magic does not simply disappear on its own! Ordinarily, it doesn't make much of a difference at all.

[Except for when they die or are killed but that! does not seem like the subject he needs to bring up!]

Mm... [That does seem to reassure her...but she can't help but grab for his furry hand. Feeling fur right now would be reassuring.] I'll make sure you don't die. Okay?

[Awwww! He will let her take his hand, and cover it with his other one.]

Thank you. I shall make sure you do not die, as well. [He hates to admit it, but it seems like that could be a risk here.]

[Arietta smiles at him.]

Do... Do you have kids? You seem like a dad.

Yes, I have a son! His name is Asriel. He is still quite young, younger than you are - his horns have not even begun to show yet!

[we'd have a maes hughes situation up in here if he had any pictures]

He's quite lucky to have such a caring daddy.

[He chuckles.]

Why, thank you. He is such a sweet child...we are lucky to have him.

Welcome.

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