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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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You know how the story goes by now. One minute youâre somewhere familiar, and the next youâre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnât a mystery. A harsh jostle causes your body to lunge forward as a tire jumps over a pot hole in the road. Try as you might, itâs hard to ignore the steady thrumming of an engine and the gentle sway beneath you. The faint scent of gasoline seems to waft from the outside, but as you look around youâll notice that the windows are locked, tinted, and impossible to see through. Likewise, the door ahead of you appears to be locked as well. Perhaps the scent is your imaginationâŚ? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youâre inside a large bus dotted with the occasional seat and amid a jumble of other bodies. The people you were last with may be among your fellow passengers. Perhaps they are not. But worry not; thereâs plenty of time to look around and get to know one another on this long, strange trip. It may even be wise to examine the staircase at the other end of the bus. Who knows what awaits you on the other floors? Ah, but before you move too far it may be best to assess the situation. On the bright side, any injuries you incurred have been healed! Isn't it nice to have your limbs in place again? Miracles happen. But...what happened to your clothes? Youâre fairly certain you weren't wearing this t-shirt before...and what's with the denim shorts? Maybe you were fortunate enough to get the knee-length version, but for those of you waking up in bootyshorts...well, we're sure you look great! And what better way to tie the whole look together than white socks and tan sandals? At least you'll be comfortable for the ride. Lucky for you, your new threads aren't the only gift you'll receive upon waking up. Attached to your waist is a high-quality bag filled with some fun goodies for every passenger! For those of you who unzip your bag to check its contents, you will find: -Dry shampoo No other items are on your person at this time, even if you were holding onto it as you began your previous departure. That's a bit troublesome, isn't it? Not really; it's still a bus. Be grateful for the extra elbow room, alright? Oh, and one last thing...on the wrist of every passenger is a small, equally fashionable white scrunchie. Not your style? Perhaps it's a good idea to give the travel guide another read. Searching the bus from top to bottom will net zero results in the way of an escape. All of the windows are similarly tinted and locked, and the only exit door appears to be the one on the first level that can't be opened at this time. But hey. You're all old pros at this, right? You know what to do next! Get to know the people around you, trade stories with your fellow passengers, and...well. Buckle up for the bumpy ride ahead. |
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Oh dear. ]
Please, don't panic— [ Too late. He tries to sound soothing, but mostly comes across as hapless. ] No one is here to hurt you.
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[ But those magic words do the trick. He pulls back to focus his weight on his knees, resting his hands on the outer sides of Dimitri's feet. ]
If you're so sure, you have to protect me. Got it? I'll haunt you if you let me die!
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[ He's actually stunned silent for a second. ]
I'll do all that I can to protect you.
[ He sounds a little unsettled at first, but finds a smile soon enough. ] You're free to haunt me if I fail, of course.
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Don't say that! You're not gonna fail on purpose, are you? Haunting you won't be pleasant for either of us, you know!
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What would I gain from doing such a thing? I would truly protect any of you with my life.
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My life is in your hands!
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[ Could he really keep someone so skittish safe? He'll have to try and keep a close eye on this one. He reaches for Zenitsu's, tugging him steadily to his feet, or at least trying to. ]
Can you tell me more about your situation, friend? You seem troubled.
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Of course I am! We were at a haunted mansion, you know? The house wanted us to kill each other, but we managed to beat it and win our freedom. So why am I here? This is just like how I wound up in the mansion. That portal was supposed to take me back to Japan!
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No way! If we're doing this again, I'm not gonna be a part of it! Let me off!
[ He dashes over to the door and attempts to manhandle it open. Try as he might, he can't get it to budge. ]
It won't open!
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We're trapped. [ Yep. ] But that doesn't necessarily mean that we're in danger, does it? I certainly do not mean any harm to you, and I should hope you hold no ill will towards me. I don't even know your name.
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Aghast at this terrible news, he can only answer pitifully: ]
I'm Zenitsu Agatsuma. Who are you?
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Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. I hail from Faerghus... I don't suppose you've ever heard of it, though.
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Of course not. We're all from different worlds, aren't we? Even your name sounds foreign.
[ Other countries exist, but he tends to assume different worlds by default. ]
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[ as though it's just that easy. ]
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That's easier said than done. Last time, it took us seven weeks. And I didn't even make it back . . .
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[ what ] Goddess, no wonder you're in such a state. I'm sorry...
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What do you mean? How long did it take you?
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Not much longer than two weeks. We were on a strict time limit.
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[ That's a disparity of five whole weeks, though. Isn't that just unfair? ]
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