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“Didja fall through a hole in reality too?” A what? “Never mind – we already know the answer.”

Why was everyone acting weird?

“She’s the planner.” The blind man points at his friend. “I just tell her what she needs to know to plan.”

His companion facepalms again, before voicing her opinion. “Okay. First off, lets see who’s even here. And if you can convince everyone to stop fighting, that would be wonderful.”

She then pointed at the blind man, only to wear a face of regret soon after. “He’s good at investigating dangerous things. So once everyone here is on the same page, we’ll let him scout around and then we can make a real plan.”

She then pulled at her hospital gown, appearing rather disgusted about it. “We’ll need proper clothes, food, clean water, first-aid and anything like that are priority. Okay?”

“Got it.” The blind guy smirks, proceedings to walk away.

She then grabbed his arm, as if pulling a misbehaving child back. “When. We. Have. Done. The. People. Thing.”

He grumbles, making everyone aware of him. “But they’re crazy.”

An evil sound of metal scrapping soon fills the room, as the glass prisons lower into the floor. They all vanish within seconds. Hades didn’t want to consider what it would be like to still be in those things.

“Interesting.” She turn back to face him. “Search. Your name?”

Hades considered lying, but SOMEONE already knew his real name. He couldn’t use the alias ‘John Doe’, thanks to Arsene. The last thing he needed was that loud mouth breaking the very weak trust among the group.

“Hades Irving.” he finally answered, “As for the fighting, I believed that’s solved for the most part. However, it seems that a few of our members were enemies in the past and that’s caused some conflict.”

Adjusting the mask on his face, Hades continued. “I do not know any of these people personally. Do you recognize anyone here?”

“Strange, whenever you talk, you sound like an unadulterated idiocy.” Nathair returned mildly. “Now, it might be a good idea to get moving before some new monstrosity comes to try and kill us, mm?”

Arsene made the fakest offended look possible, before answering. “Oh sorry, I thought you wanted me to call you something other than Old Snake.”

Nathair glared at him, as if he expected to burn a hole into his skull.

“As for some new monstrosity coming to kill us; don’t worry, the author has no plans to do that at the moment.” Arsene finished.

Nathair proceeded to ignore Arsene, and watch Leana and Alessio.

“Mm, you always wanted a sister, didn’t you?” Nathair remarked, causing Alessio to go completely rigid, flushing bright red. “And you haven’t said anything, have you?”

Turning red, Alessio sent Nathair a tired glare.

“I told him he needed to give her flowers, but he didn’t follow my genius advice.”

Chances were it was a terrible idea. But Arsene wanted to enjoy the chaos and mess with Alessio a little.”

Oh great, now Alessio was glaring at him too. This was excellent.