week 1

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Week 1

[With the introduction to the relationship experiment and their overseeing hosts done with, the Champions are left to their own devices to explore the first floor of the mansion as they please. Cece and Kip will pop-up every once in a while to chit-chat but for the most part they're somewhere inaccessible.

Each morning the Champions are awakened promptly at 7 am by PAL's even, almost laid back voice announcing the time and each evening at 10 pm to announce when the kitchen is closing for the night. Unlike the Overseers, he doesn't seem to be one much for conversation.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 1, everyone! This first week is a peace week which means there will be no murder this weekend! Feel free to start submitting threads for the benefactors]

Comments

[honoraryembryon]

... I don't know. Do I look like a demon to you?

[ He raises a brow. ]

[nojohnyouare]

[She shakes her head.] You can't see them.

[Still, she stares at her hands.]

[honoraryembryon]

... You... can't see them? I mean, my demons are normally pretty visible... unless their powers allow them not to be. The ones I've fought, at least.

[ He's just. Surprised? ]

[nojohnyouare]

...

[Stare.]

They're different?

[honoraryembryon]

Yeah. They... tend to be visible, excluding things like Ravana, from what I heard about my friends who fought him. He could become invisible, but he was very much there. Most of the demons I deal with are monsters that look like things you'd find in the Goetia, or Gods and Goddesses, Angels, that sort of thing. They're widely varied. Mythological monsters.

[ So, you know, nothing invisible too often. ]

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai listens, and while her expression barely changes, her eyes do go a bit wider.]

You can just talk about all this.

[honoraryembryon]

... Demons are the reality of my life, constantly trying to eat the people around me I care about and care for. Those of us who live in the Underground are just food to the Karma City bastards. Like this steak to you.

[ He'll take it out and put the package on the counter. There's a scowl on his face. ]

[nojohnyouare]

[She nods slowly.]

A place where all that is common. Not secret. But...

[She shakes her head.]

A cannibal city?

[honoraryembryon]

Something like that. I mean, not everyone there's a cannibal, but... the soldiers sure as... heck [ Language. You aren't that old. Language. ] are. And some select people... Jenna Angel, supposedly. The Director...

[ He sighs. He doesn't know what to make of her, earnestly... ]

I mean, all our profiles have inconsistencies, right? An age, or something. Maybe mine was my race. Title's right, though. If I was doing anything, it'd be trying to help the Lokapala.

[nojohnyouare]

...I have heard profanities before. And obscenities.

[...]

Who?

[honoraryembryon]

Still gonna curb them if I can around kids like you.

[ Respect, he has it. ]

My people. My group--a resistance faction. I lead them.

[nojohnyouare]

[nod] Protecting your people. Because you can.

[honoraryembryon]

Yeah. They're under pretty... heavy crap from the soldiers I deal with on a daily basis. They hunt us.

[ He says "hunt" in a derogative way. There's some venom there. His eyes narrow--it's clear he doesn't like Karma City. ]

Call us "foxes" in code. We're nothing but food to them.

[nojohnyouare]

I didn't think demons ate people. But they attack them.

[honoraryembryon]

Ours do.

A lot of people, considering their size and appetite, which is why our population is dwindling so badly.

[ He sighs. ]

They have to consume Magnetite to survive, which can only be gotten from human beings or other demons, which are usually always already humans to have started with, anyway.

[nojohnyouare]

!

[Mai gives a small gasp. She pushes it down to lineface.]

Demons were human... I don't understand. How.

[honoraryembryon]

... Their Karma... or, their Atma. The Demon Virus. It alters a human's genetic code, turning them into demons.

[ Sounds weird, doesn't it? But... ]

It seems hard to believe such a thing could exist, but... well. I've put bullets into too many of them to be in disbelief, at this point. The things they can become are certainly inhuman. The knowledge they stole from God... whether it was meant to be a curse or something more, though, I can't say.

[nojohnyouare]

Hard to believe... I understand that.

[honoraryembryon]

The way you talk, did you go through something similar? I've been meaning to ask.

[ He's... curious. ]

[nojohnyouare]

I've never seen cannibals. Or turned into anything.

[honoraryembryon]

... Interesting. In my world, every human's genetic code contains the possibility of a demon in it.

[ Just the possibility, mind. ]

Doesn't mean it'll happen. They have to be infected.

[nojohnyouare]

...A hard life. No matter what you are.

[honoraryembryon]

... Man is God's accursed son, as they say. No matter what we do, he took away our universal tongue and cast us out of the Tower of Babel. Humanity's life is one of hardship, but it's one we made for ourselves, in many cases, certainly.

[ ... He's a bit philosophical, Roland. Sorry, Mai. ]

[nojohnyouare]

...Religion. Right?

[honoraryembryon]

... Yes and no. I'm not a particularly religious man, but a woman... a scientist. Her name was Jenna Angel... she provided an interesting thesis about him.

About how the sun was little more than a mass of solar data, where God resided, watching us from above.