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[windseraph]

RECOLLÉ - I;

[Denzel's not entirely sure when he became aware of the giant dome covering the city but suddenly he's very aware of it and it's not exactly pretty. He was just out walking one of his neighbor's dogs and now he's just standing there staring up at the sky with a blank expression.]

What the hell...

[He finishes the walk as soon as he can (but not too soon; Daisy likes to take her time and he's not about to rush the poor old girl) and quickly makes his way back out into town. The dome looks like it covers the whole city, but he's a man on a mission. Denzel's going to head to the edge of town where the dome ends if he's not stopped on the way there.]

RECOLLÉ - II;

[Well, it looks like the dome is here to stay. Denzel's not content with just sitting around though, so he's out wandering the city with his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. It's as he's wandering (trying to figure out what to make of the dome and all the other strange goings on) that a bright light suddenly appears in front of him. Considering how dark it is in here, the light is appreciated, even when it goes bounding away. Denzel doesn't hesitate, instead he follows it.

The light leads him to the subway tunnels and Denzel makes his way in. They've been under construction for what feels like forever, but maybe there's a reason he was led here. He takes out a flashlight and shines it around the dark interior once the light fades, frowning a bit as he continues deeper in.

Then a vine snags his ankle and tugs him down. Denzel lets out a yell, reaching for his flashlight, but it's rolled just out of his reach.]

Gah, let go! Dammit...!

[Maybe you should help him out.]

MURDERGAME - I;

[Waking up in an unfamiliar location is absolutely not Dezel's idea of a good time. He was supposed to be with the Shepard; he just became a Sub-Lord and he has plenty of questions he need to ask. Unfortunately for him, it looks like someone else had other ideas.

Dezel's waiting in the foyer, arms folded and head tipped down so his hat obscures most of his face. You might feel a gust of wind when you enter, but that's totally weird because the whole place is sealed up, there's no way there's an opening in here, right?]

Hey. You.

[Dezel pushes himself off the wall, though his arms are still folded.]

What do you make of those rules?

[He's already gotten someone to read them to him, but he's curious what the others trapped in here with him think about this situation.]

MURDERGAME - II;

[A week has passed and two people are dead. One was brutally murdered, her head bashed in with a blunt object from the vending machine. The second was killed by the shadows in the pit, executed for the murder of the girl. It's enough to make anyone reconsider their life choices, but Dezel's still alive and surely that counts for something.

The note under his door is ignored because he can't read it, but eventually curiosity compels him to leave his room. He finds everyone in the dining room and the kitchen, either preparing food or eating what was already prepared. Dezel doesn't need to eat so he doesn't, but finding them all gathered here is interesting. This is some kind of messed up funeral, isn't it? Then again, everything in this damn building is messed up, so it's not all that surprising.

He doesn't particularly care for anyone's company here, but he'll take a seat a little further away and listen in on conversations. You might feel the wind pick up a bit.]

Comments

[sivard]

[It takes him a moment to respond, still staring, transfixed to the screen, even with nothing playing.]

A memory.

[windseraph]

...Your memory?

[He can't imagine why Zaveid would be reacting like this unless it was something important to him, somehow.]

[sivard]

Yeah. That dragon, she...

[God, it pains him not to remember anything about her. To remember her face, her pain, and then turning into that creature that could only harm....]

I knew her.

[windseraph]

[He gets the feeling he shouldn't press, but curiosity compels Denzel to keep going anyway.]

Who was she? Your friend?

[sivard]

Something like that, yeah. My girlfriend.

[But there's a lot he doesn't know about malakhim, and that's a lot to unload on a complete stranger.]

[windseraph]

...I see.

[He doesn't really understand, but he can tell that this is bothering Zaveid.]

I'm sorry.

[sivard]

[He's not sure what to say to that, and it shows on his face.]

She didn't always look like that. A dragon, I mean. She used to look like a person, but something happened to her. Something bad. I still don't understand what.

[windseraph]

What was her name?

[He doesn't need to ask, but curiosity drives him to anyway.]

[sivard]

Theodora.

[windseraph]

[Theodora. Zaveid sounds fond of her.

Denzel tries the door again, only for it to pop open.]

Oh, it looks like we can leave. We'd better get going.

[He definitely doesn't want to stick around here any longer.]

[sivard]

[He nods.]

Yeah. Let's get outta here before something else happens.

[windseraph]

[Once they're out of the car, Denzel looks around and curses quietly.]

Looks like the damn thing moved while we were in there. I have no idea where we are.

[In other words, going back the way we came to get out of here is out of the question.]

[sivard]

[Zaveid sighs.]

Figures. Might as well keep walking, then. I'm sure we'll find a way out of here eventually; it's a subway tunnel, there's gotta be more than one exit.

[Even if it is under construction.]

[windseraph]

Yeah. No way to go but forward.

[He'll shine the flashlight further down the tunnel. There isn't much to see right now, but he'll keep walking.]

[sivard]

Yeah.

Here's to no more weird crap happening, I've had enough for today.

[windseraph]

[Denzel nods at that but otherwise he remains quiet. He doesn't really have anything to add, after all.

Eventually there will be more light up ahead, but this time it doesn't look like the dim light that surrounded the car.]

Think that's the exit?

[Maybe he shouldn't get his hopes up.]

[sivard]

[He looks at the source of light, frowning.]

Dunno. Might as well head that way, though.

[windseraph]

[As they approach it becomes clear that this is a station of some kind - in fact, it looks like the central station, with kiosks and booths left unmanned. People probably haven't been down here in awhile, but Zaveid will recognize a familiar blue logo over one of the stores.]

This is... interesting.

[He sounds like he's not sure if that's how he wants to finish that thought, but here we are anyway.]

[sivard]

[...Well that's interesting. What the heck is it doing down here?]

....Yeah. It doesn't look like this has been used in years. I wonder why...?

[windseraph]

Maybe we'll find out if we look around here.

[He's not really sure where to start though, so he'll follow Zaveid's lead.]

[sivard]

[He might as well go towards the obvious one-- the building with the Retrospec logo over it.]

Maybe. Who knows.

[windseraph]

[The building has pamphlets inside that have information about your world in it - nothing you don't already know, of course. Then there's the book with more information on Retrospec itself. Denzel flips through the pamphlets but since he doesn't have any memories, there's nothing about his world here.]

There sure are a lot of these. I guess this was some kind of central hub at some point...

[sivard]

This is weird. It's like someone looked into my brain and decided to turn bits of it into a pamphlet.

[There's not too much information in it, but there's plenty of information on malakhim and malevolence.]

[windseraph]

You recognize this stuff?

[It's all gibberish to him. What the heck's a malakhim.]

[sivard]

Yeah it makes sense to me.

[But he flips through it again just to make sure.]

...but there's nothing in here I don't know, which is kind of weird.