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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profiles

[deofoled]

...it's just a picture.

[ Hi strange looking human.]

[plegia]

I don't recall sitting for a painting, and these don't look like any portraits I've ever seen!

[...well now that he's getting a look at you, he's pretty sure he's got other things to concern himself with but you know what, he'll just. Not say anything about your pointed ears and wings and stuff right now.]

[deofoled]

With a camera, don't they have those in the human world?

[ He's honestly not trying to be insulting, his tone is pretty neutral, he honestly has no idea. Said wings could almost pass for a fashion accessory, except they're moving on their own.]

[plegia]

"Human world".

[oh my godddddddds okay well he's acknowledging that maybe there's more at play here than he can understand right now so he'll just. leave that be with a sigh.]

I've never heard of a "camera" before.

[deofoled]

[ So they don't have those then, huh. Good to know what he's heard about the human world being a dysfunctional dystopia is probably true.]

Yeah, as opposed to the Netherworld.

You use them to take a picture, like a drawing but instant.

[plegia]

Sounds handy.

[But also: he doesn't really care anymore.]

What sort of place is the Netherworld? Never heard of it before.

[And it's very obvious that he's trying. very hard. to take this seriously as opposed to just outright dismissing it like he's done with almost everyone else he's spoken with.]

[deofoled]

I prefer drawing.

[ This is weird for him too, but he's not opposed to answering some questions as long as they're not too personal.]

There are thousands of Netherworlds, they're all different. Humans don't usually know about them, but I think you call them Hell.

[plegia]

[Well, if you're from Hell maybe that would explain why you're also apparently two thousand years old. Oh gods. Why. He didn't sign up for this.]

Is the information on here right?

[He taps the glass in front of Killia's profile. Once again the question is a little too blunted, but he's... kinda trying.]

[deofoled]

[ At least he's not the oldest...barely.]

...

Except for one thing. I'm not a leader.

[plegia]

Seems like a pretty difficult piece of information to get wrong. How'd they mix that up?

[deofoled]

Maybe they asked the wrong person.

What about yours?

[plegia]

Most of it's accurate. Not sure who "Chrom" is.

[he never paid attention to the names of the ylissean royal family members outside of emmeryn, shhh]

...And that "heights", that's wrong too.

[he is a tyrant king and he is not scared of heights]

[deofoled]

[ Hm.]

Something was wrong on Christo's too.

[plegia]

Christo, that's...

[...the other demon he got in an argument with because he doesn't believe demons are real. Oops????]

Oh. Well, what's wrong on his?

[deofoled]

We're from the same Netherworld, I guess.

He says he doesn't dislike horoscopes that much.

[ It's a small thing, but maybe it's proof that there are some errors on all of theirs.]

[plegia]

Interesting that there are two of you who know each other here. Doesn't seem like it's that way for all of us.

[But anyway...]

I suppose it's possible that their information got mixed up somehow, but you'd think more would be wrong in that case. Not just "dislikes: horoscopes".

[. . .]

What is a horoscope, anyway?

[deofoled]

[ Hm, interesting. He'd say more but he doesn't really want to offer that they're part of a larger group.]

It's still something.

[ He tilts his head a bit.]

They're fortunes that humans and angel use to try to predict their future. Most demons see them as pointless, it's probably why he dislikes them.

[plegia]

Bit of a silly thing to list on a profile like this, though. But fortune telling is garbage, so I can't say I blame him.

[deofoled]

...angels must be the only ones who really like them then.