Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

Comments

[crimsonchin]

No kidding?! That must have been incredible...

[ Asuka is...actually pretty damn jealous. ]

You should read Mann's version, too! It's an interesting interpretation, if a bit more modern. It's after your time, though, because it was published in the 1940s...it's a product of its time, though, because there's a pretty clear post-World War II Germany theme throughout.

So that stuff about not being able to enter a place without being invited in is nonsense too, I assume?

[midnightsea]

It was admittedly a worthwhile use of an evening, yes. But I'll have to keep that in mind--I suspect immortality must get terribly dull without something worth reading every few decades.

[someone stop this pretentious shit]

There's no way that applies either, it's ridiculous. If something like a doorway could stop me, what would be the point of superhuman abilities in the first place?

[crimsonchin]

I assume it's because people feel the need to put some kind of absurd limiter on supernatural creatures. It might just be something a parent would tell their child so they can sleep without fear...

Something...bugs me about that, though. If you're truly immortal...well, that's just rigging the Conductor's little game, isn't it?

[midnightsea]

...I said it wasn't easy to kill me. 'Impossible' was not part of that sentence at any point.

[Because as much as he wanted to think otherwise, Dio's scattered memories knew he had come damn close to it somehow. The scar around his neck was proof enough of that.]

Besides that, I doubt I'm even at my full potential here. I should be able to make short work of that steel door in the foyer, and yet you may note it remains in one piece. Whatever the Conductor and his likely associates are, they've taken more than just material items and memories.

[crimsonchin]

I wonder what kind of situations you managed to get yourself into, back when you were at full strength...

To think we're dealing with such powerful adversaries isn't exactly the most reassuring thing in the world, though.

[midnightsea]

At this point even I'm not sure. But I know what I should be capable of, enough to compare it to what I can do now. The two don't match up at all.

[Damn amnesia.]

I don't care for the idea either. But physical strength is far from the only thing that decides the victor in a fight.

[crimsonchin]

It'd be nice if we knew more about our adversaries, though. ...And ourselves, for that matter, considering this damn memory loss.

[midnightsea]

So either we wait for our memories to come back before we make a move against him, or we wait for someone else to be stupid enough to commit murder. That much all depends on which option actively triggers unlocking our lost memories--if it's simply time alone, or if it's something the Conductor manages to control as well.

[crimsonchin]

I suppose there's only one way to find out, isn't there? We just have to wait and see what happens.