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Who: Everyone
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: The Dorms
What: It begins.

[ it's morning, and though there's no shrill of an alarm or sunlight streaming in through windows, you've all just woken up. probably. That would account for why you seem to be in bed, and why you don't remember doing anything before this. It must have been a nice restful sleep.

in this room you don't recognize.

. . . actually, maybe the reason you don't remember doing anything isn't related to having just woken up at all. if you search your mind, you'll find your recollection totally blank.

Maybe you should get up and find out what's going on ]

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No point sticking around here.

[ lets him lead past the common room, into the lobby and elevator ]

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[ are there stairs. I don't know what an elevator is

glancing at the wall ]

Erelim... Do you know what that means?

[ stairs and four elevators, now that I look at the setting page. looks over at where it's been spray painted and shakes his head ]

Not a clue. Someone's name?

It's the same color as our robes.

If neither of us know what it is, I guess we should just keep going.

Same color as that, too. [ he brings up their joined hands, flipped over to show his sword tattoo. he'd noticed it when the other boy held out his hand to shake ]

Yeah. Not learning anything by staring at it.

Branding...?

[ starting for the door to the lobby area, even as he studies their hands ]

Could be. The brand of a sword for prisoners of war? Soldiers?

[ smiles dully, sounding unexcited by these possibilities as they head through the small lobby ]

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I don't think I would make much of a soldier.

[ pausing to look around the area for a moment, then heading for the... door with a handle because I can figure out how to open it ]

[ down the stairs, one hand on the railing ]

Me either. Just gotta hope whoever gave us the mark agrees.

[ h a h a ]

I guess so.

[ stairs all the way downnnn ]

--Do you hear that? There's a person calling!

[ lets go of his hand ]

Someone else here after all. Let's see who.

[ falters, a little disappointed, but oh you're shy that's ok ]

Yeah.

[ AND THEN TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE AND THEN REGROUP? ]

[ talking to other people occurs and then yes, he returns ]

Anyone have anything to say?

There's a room that moves between the different floors, and the marks on other people's hands are different. And there's a journal.

I got to see the journal. But the guy with the chewed up face is claiming to have no magic.

[ his eyes stray to where the man in question is, though he doesn't move to indicate him, not wanting to draw attention to who he's talking about ]

Would be a weird thing to lie about.

Edited 2014-08-17 00:11 (UTC)

That's not a nice thing to call someone.

Maybe he just hasn't figured out what his are yet. But it would be helpful to know what everyone is capable of.

[ shrugging off the admonishment ] Don't know his name.

Have you got yours figured out?

No one knows anyone's name.

[ slow to respond, considering ]

... Not fully, for what magic I have. But- "he's more human than me," that I realized. You probably noticed too, right?

[ shrugs ]

Doesn't matter much to me. Cold hands don't affect much of anything.

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I'm glad to know that you're okay with this, but I'm a little unsettled by it.

I don't feel like I have any reason to be afraid of getting hurt, or of hurting myself. There might be more than that, but... it's harder to place without needing it, I think.

[ echoes, and then comes to his conclusion decisively ]

Not of getting hurt, or of hurting yourself? It's concern for others, then.

That's something I have as well, but it's not just that. What I mean is, even if it doesn't accomplish anything...

[ sets two fingers of one hand to the palm of the other and starts to bend them back ]

I'm not really bothered by any urge to stop.

[ he doesn't actually snap them, though, dropping his hands after a beat longer ]

[ surprised, a bit, but nods ]

You don't feel it. Or it's dulled? Either way. I get it.

[ nods ]

But that's more like a hint than the power itself, isn't it? I guess we'll see, though I hope we won't need to.

Are you comfortable sharing yours?