Naraca Confinement Project #22
You go by the Fool. That’s what your jumpsuit and everything of yours says. Even if you slightly remember going by something else, that’s what you go by.
It’s the same with the others too, even with their different titles. You all wish you could remember your names, yet, all you can remember was the time you wished you had back.
“Naraca Confinement Project #22, NCP#22 for short. Report #1. This is Agent Delphi assigned to the project. Nothing we haven’t seen before right now.”
Somehow, you all fell into a type of normalcy. The Lounge area was sometimes empty, sometimes occupied with the whiteboard displayings things like the pronouns the Lovers is using and what dinner somebody is going to make.
Some inhabit certain places most of the time. You often pass Strength in the training room, and despite her muscles you notice her struggling. You remember her mentioning using something to help her and those things caused her to make a lot of bad decisions.
(flashes of the time the Hanged Man told her he used to sell those things flashed through your mind. you remember the look in her eyes before softening. you saw two people trying to repent.)
Some other times, you saw the Sun and the Empress in the kitchen.
(you have memories of walking into him breaking down, his sweet demeanour that was slowly turning sour gone. he kept crying and crying that it was an accident, that they knew it was but wanted somebody to blame, that he couldn’t believe his friend would betray him like that. he refuses to go around fire.
you remember the Empress talking about how cold winter was, and she had to make sure the younger ones survived. she said she shouldn’t have gone places she shouldn’t, but she was desperate. she doesn’t mind handling the fire. she likes its warmth.)
“Agent Delphi, NCP#22, Report #15. There’s new evidence that the Sun was innocent of his crimes, similar to how the Fool was innocent.”
The Emperor and the Chariot have some sort of friendship and fear constricts you.
(you sometimes saw the wild gleam in the Chariot’s eyes as he kept stabbing and stabbing a dummy. the Emperor’s speeches went through your head sometimes, spoken like a true politician to amass power.)
As you walk out of your small and plain room, you notice them going into the Hermit’s.
(you remember the Hermit talking about the peace and knowledge she gained with the help of her followers, and knows they will get all of you out of your prison.)
If those three joined forces, you know they’d be able to make the most trustworthy saint into the Devil in the views of others.
So you tell them you need to show them something important.
That should keep their attention.
“Agent Delphi, NCP#22, Report #27. Nothing to note.”
The Lovers had barely said a word the last few days, and it concerns you.
When you all first arrived, disoriented and confused, the Lovers had used her charisma to be a bit of a leader. But she’s been getting quieter and quieter recently. And due to that, you now sat across from her.
There’s silence that persists and persists and you aren’t sure how to start but then the Lovers speaks up.
“Am I a bad person?”
She explains that she had done things, things that broke hearts and bank accounts and she wants to know if what she realized was correct.
The words telling her she’s correct are on your tongue, yet you’re unable to say a word.
You don’t see a bad person, but somebody questioning their decisions and seeing themself for who they truly are, with the potential to change.
You open your mouth but three others enter and you realize something you could do.
You suppose an alliance between a certain few of you would be terrifying, but an alliance between all of you would be devastating.
“I have something to show you guys.”
“Agent Delphi, NCP#22, Report #39. As per usual, there has been peace within the #22 win-”
“Everybody to your stations!”
“Wait is that- AH!”
“Ah, so it’s time.”
Your eyes flickered around at the chaos around you, some no doubt the work of the Chariot, and the tied-up employees, guarded by the Empress and the Sun.
Yet, in that chaos was a woman doing paperwork.
“Good to see you again in person Delphi,” you tell her, her chair spinning around instantly at the sound of your voice.
“You could’ve at least told me that you were going to do that so soon,” she replied coldly.
You roll your eyes, the sound of the Emperor giving a speech to one of the other groups audible. “You should’ve expected this. You knew that I showed the others what was in my room.”
Delphi sighed. “At least the rest is according to plan.”
The Lovers runs in, donning a wild grin.
“Update. Strength wrangled up the rest of the security, and the Hanged Man found the locations of the other facilities.”
“Good. Get the Hanged Man to release all he can to the media of what they’re doing, especially on how innocent people have been taken. That will ensure at least some success.”
You weren’t the only Fool around. Others were in your position, others who were innocent, but some didn’t survive when fights broke out. Some with families who wanted revenge and had the work ethic to get it.
“I guess we should find the others,” Delphi’s gaze matched her small smile as she held out her hand. “Shall we?”
You are no longer the Fool, but the Magician. You used your willpower and determination to get out of your situation, and now you’ve combined that with the inner wisdom and the intuition of the High Priestess. And even if many of you will go back to a place of confinement, you’ve got one last goal.