Welcome.

[trustwellness]

You wake with the unshakable feeling that you shouldn't be here. Perhaps you were in the middle of something, perhaps you weren't. Either way, you're waking up in an unfamiliar location with no recollection of how you got here. The room you've woken up in is sparsely-decorated, though that might be difficult to tell at first given how nice the beds are...but eventually you'll notice a few things that are a little...off. Maybe the scent is striking you wrong - it's clean, but it's not yours. Maybe your bed back home doesn't support your back in quite this way. Maybe you should be seeing sunlight through your window by now. Maybe you should have a window in the first place. This isn't right, but leaving the room won't give you any more answers. You might want to grab the silver key sitting on your trunk on the way out. Don't worry though, you aren't all alone here. Once you step outside your room into the hallway, you'll notice that a few others are emerging from their rooms as well. It looks like they're just as confused and concerned as you are. Feel free to talk to them, but none of you know how exactly you wound up here and maybe some useful information can be found by exploring. If you follow the hallway to its end (and it's a very long hallway), you'll eventually arrive in the foyer. You'll find some very interesting information about yourselves on the wall near the clock. Perhaps even more importantly, if you look on the other side of the multi-pendulumed thing, you'll find other framed information that you might want to pay attention to. It could very well be the key to escaping this strange place, after all. Don't worry if you forget the rules, you can find them in every room of the building. Of course, search as you might, you won't find a doorway or a window of any sort. Getting out won't be so easy, it seems. But who knows? Perhaps your fellow captives have something to say about all of this. Welcome to Chronos University.

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[ravagers]

Hmm... neither did I! Maybe it's some sort of misunderstanding, do you think?

[plegia]

I'd say it's a bit hard to mistake me for an apprentice.

[He taps the crown with a long nail for emphasis. Like she should totally know who he is.]

[ravagers]

You think so?

[ She uh. She doesn't get it. Vanille crosses her arms, tilting her head to the side. ]

I've never seen a getup like that before.

[plegia]

How unfortunate, then you've never seen a Trickster in action. I'd offer to show you, but my sword's gone missing.

[...WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS SWORD, that's kind of important and why he left his room in the first place, uh.]

You haven't seen it, have you? Long, pointy thing. Jagged, like lightning. Very unique, you couldn't miss it.

[ravagers]

[ Trickster doesn't sound very nice...!! ]

Hm... nope! But I'll keep an eye out for you. Maybe someone hid it!

[plegia]

It'd be just my damn luck, honestly...

[NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT FOR HIM!!!!]

Well anyway, did you wake up here unarmed as well?

[ravagers]

[ She nods, but she... she doesn't look troubled about it at all. ]

Yep! It was just me and the clothes on my back.

[plegia]

[. . .]

No weapons? Items? Staves? How did you intend to fight?

[ravagers]

[ ???? ]

Fight what?

[plegia]

Bandits? Risen? Ylisseans? Any of those ringing a bell?

[ONE OF THOSE IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS]

[ravagers]

Hmmmm... nope!

[ are you alright. why do you want to fight so bad. ]

[plegia]

...You really must be sheltered.

[how do you not know about the ylisseans!!! they're Terrible!!!]

[ravagers]

Not really! I've done plenty of fighting. Just not any of the things you said.

[plegia]

Not even bandits? Where are you from?

[ravagers]

Nope. We don't have those on Gran Pulse, my home.

[ She gestures to the pelt she's wearing. ]

Plenty of bears, though!

[plegia]

...Did you fight a bear.

[It's not even really a question, because suddenly he goes from ??? to MANIC]

Now that's more like it! What sort of fighting style do you prefer?

[ravagers]

Yep! It wasn't too tough.

[ OKAY ]

I snare 'em up, then give 'em a run for their money!

[ ... look, she's being vague for very good reasons. ]

[plegia]

As you should! We don't have bears in Plegia, sadly. I would certainly have enjoyed hunting them!

[oh my god sit down before you hurt yourself]

[ravagers]

Sounds strange, living in a place without bears!

[ says the girl whose world doesn't have cows ]

You should come to Gran Pulse, sometime! There are plenty of bears for you to fight! And behemoths--they're way bigger than bears!

[plegia]

[oh my god]

Behemoths... What are they, exactly? Some kind of monster?

[It sounds vaguely familiar, like something he read in a book once, maybe.]

[ravagers]

[ Right now Vanille is thinking how well he'd get along with Fang...

... Fang would not get along with him.

ANYWAY, Vanille spreads her arms wide. ]

Yeah! They're real big beasts, with wicked teeth. If you don't beat 'em fast enough, they'll get a lot stronger, too.

[plegia]

Really? How fascinating! We don't have anything like that! Risen are probably the closest and they're not fun to fight at all.

[They're also kinda dead. It's gross.]

[ravagers]

Yeah! They're real tough and nasty, but I know a lady who can take 'em down easily enough.

[ She's gonna draw him a picture when she finds paper and a pencil. ]

Risen? What're those, anyway?

[plegia]

Undead soldiers, though some of them aren't even pretending to be human.

[He shrugs like this is not weird at all. It's fine!!]

We haven't always had an undead problem, they're fairly new, actually.

[AND HE CLEARLY DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK WHERE THEY CAME FROM since they're usually pretty good at attacking Ylisse instead of Plegia!!]

[ravagers]

[ ... wwwwwwwwelp doesn't that sound familiar!!! ]

D'you think there's something in particular that happened to make them be a problem?