WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE....2

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[At around 10 AM sunday morning, there is the sound of a very alarming, earth-shaking crash that comes from the hallway with the elevator.

Should you choose to investigate, you will come across four figures splattered across the ground in front of said elevator, covered in slime and bits of fur.

The first figure to pop up is a figure in a hooded cloak with a crossed swords symbol etched into the side of the hood. They use the rest of the figures on the floor to push themselves up and then immediately let out a blood-curdling shriek as they just… set the elevator on fire.

As the elevator closes over the flames, the smallest figure in a hooded cloak with a ring of hearts symbol rolls off to the side, looking at their slime-coated sleeves with a distressed nya sound. They reach up to wipe bits of slime off of the two bumps at the top of their head, flinging it on the floor before sitting up on their knees.

The third hooded figure rolls up, and then rolls? into the air? to float? The very tip of the white, spiraled horn on the top of their head jutting through the hood is chipped. :( A wilted plant symbol is embroidered on the side of the hood. They clap their hands somewhat excitedly.]

Wow, we, like, didn’t die!

[The tallest figure finally pulls themselves up off the floor with a little groan, having been on the bottom of the pile. They reach up to rub their head, careful of the hood of their cloak, which has an eye symbol embroidered on the side. Their sleeve slips down a little, and a bright green eye opens up on their forearm, swiveling to look around before it closes and blinks out of existence.]

Jeez, did we not have enough property destruction already? Cannot believe you bitches live like this, by the way.

[The elevator is now closed, and the figure with the wrath symbol just sits down on the floor and starts shucking the slime off their sleeves like they’re squeegee-ing it. Their cloak is pulled up a little, which means everybody can see their bare feet, which are on fire. grumbled:]

Wish I were dead.

[The figure with the lust symbol whines slightly as they get to their feet, leaving little time between the moment they stand and the moment they move in the blink of an eye to jump onto the tallest figure’s back, draping themselves over them as they look around. Please ignore the way the back of their cloak quivers just slightly.]

Aw, don’t say that. How were we supposed to know the elevator would get stuck?

Oof- [The tall figure only stumbles slightly, just taking hold of their new barnacle’s legs like this is not the first time it’s happened. They are allowed to feel tall.]

Well, now it’s stuck and on fire, which I personally don’t think is a huge improvement? Can we, uh, move on? Definitely not it.

[In the background, the wrath hood lies on the floor and expires.]

Welcome to, uh--here! We were going to come down earlier to greet you, buuuut someone broke the elevator! We’re here now, though, so… hello!

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Comments

[probe]

I don't have to prove shit to you, my guy.

[enfangs]

Then I'm not gonna believe you guys aren't also fucking dumb. You're not supposed to be our bosses or anything, are you?

[probe]

[they shrug.]

If you don't want to listen to me, that's your uh, your prerogative.

[enfangs]

I just want to know if this whole dividing us among you thing means we're expected to take orders or some crap like that.

[probe]

Oh my god. No, it's not a leader and team thing, you clown. I'm not going to give you orders. I can offer advice, but I'm really not the boss of you nor do I want to be.

[enfangs]

Okay, good. 'Cause I was about to punch you if you said yes.

[probe]

[there's a pause.]

Haha. You wouldn't like it if you had.

[enfangs]

Oh yeah? What would happen?

[probe]

Try me.

[enfangs]

[white pauses for a moment, rubbing two braincells together with questionable success, before he comes to the conclusion that not doing it? would look stupid at this point?

so he tries to punch wrath in the face. i hate this.]

[probe]

[this is the best i'm so sorry white

to be fair, he does get a punch in. he punches wrath right across the face, and they stagger back, lifting a hand to rest against the side of the hood.

and then they throw their hands forward and a stream of fire rushes out towards white. it won't burn, unless you really want it to, but the force of it does knock him clean across the room and into a wall.]

[enfangs]

[well, that sure happened.

white takes a few moments to regain his bearings, rubbing the back of his head.]

Owowow...

[once the immediate pain subsides and he blinks the stars out of his vision, though, he lets out a bark of laughter.]

Not bad! I see what you mean now.

[probe]

[they brush their hands off on their robes, and... then pull their hands under said robes, sort of quickly.]

You would like being punted across a room, wouldn't you? [they say, vaguely amused.] I did warn you.

[enfangs]

[he raises an eyebrow at the gesture, but ignores it for now.]

Listen, it would've been a letdown if you couldn't do shit after all that talk! [rubs his head again... that's probably going to bruise.] I can appreciate it when someone can fend for themselves.

[probe]

I definitely can! So keep it in mind.

The rest of them can too. So don't go getting any ideas. [they say, with a sniff.] I like it when a guy can fend for himself, too.

[enfangs]

Hey, I won't get any ideas as long as none of you do anything to give me any. We're here for some mutual benefit or whatever, right?

[probe]

Or whatever! [they agree.]

[enfangs]

Then I guess we'll see if it's a friend or foe situation, huh?