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[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

*The video turns on to a small, pale thirteen-year-old girl with lightless, dilated eyes. She stares at the screen for a few seconds with no expression whatsoever, until she finally decides to speak.*

...What.

*Apparently, that's enough.*

Comments

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. They look like cute little blobs, until you get close. Then they transform into weird stuff.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

I can deal with that. *She looks like she's looking at something behind the p0hone's camera... and blinks.* Nothing?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head curiously.] Nothing what?

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Tell me what this place did to me.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

...Brought you here? [Like, duh.]

[But there's a decent idea what this is about, so...] Normalized you too, I guess. Everyone here is a bona-fide ordinary human being. Even the ones who go about saying they're 2/3s God, or whatever.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

What.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm not sure how that genealogy would work, either. When I played with the numbers I think it was 1/3 + a whole? Kinda ridiculous circumstances.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Why is it taking powers?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Oh. That, I couldn't tell you. I'm not the ringmaster here or anything, not even close. I'm just as in the dark as everyone else.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

It seems entirely pointless to me.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Well, the way I see it is there's gotta be some kinda reason everyone was brought into this place. Maybe having a bunch of powered-up people around would be detrimental to that cause.

...Course, the theory kinda dies at that point because the question, 'why bring them in if they're superpowered and you don't want that?' rears it's ugly head. Oh well.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

What do you think they want?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Good question. My best guess is, assuming 'they' have some kinda omnipresent sight, entertainment. Dropping a bunch of people into a contained area and watch the personalities clash. Kinda sick entertainment, but...

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Is that the war, then?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

War? What wa--

[A look of dawning realization.]

...Mister Loken doesn't even spare the children on the comm his 'welcome to the war' bit, does he?

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Should he?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

I guess it's not totally imprudent. Just a bit low on tact. [Sigh.]

He's more or less right, though it's a pretty mellow war overall.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Tact?

Explain.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Ah, don't worry about it.

It's limited to a single hour a day and enemies who aren't organized. Doesn't seem much like a war, to me.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Some forces can take an unprepared enemy out even if they don't know what they're doing.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

True enough. The point of contention I had was mainly the time-related one.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Are they only able to come out then, or do they only wish to?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Hm. You know, I never thought to ask that question. They've avoided communicating with us for the most part, and are openly hostile... I'm going to assume they're limited to it, unwillingly.

[windsofdaytime.livejournal.com]

Hm. Or it could be that that's the point that they're strongest, or that the people here are weaker.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Maybe. They sure seem stronger than the people who get coffined at that time.

Pretty weak individually, though.