Let's Play A Murder (
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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.

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[hmmm.]
Mirrors would likely be helpful, yes, given that you are not constrained by where your limbs can go. It may be a bit disorienting, though? Magic does not quite work like that where I am from, so I would not know.
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[ Preening usually is rather nice, but doing it to oneself with a complex series of mirrors sounds less so. Luna sighs. ]
Well, I am certain that I shall manage.
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...
It is also, regrettably, worth considering making friends.
[IT'S HARD. HE UNDERSTANDS...]
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[ Is having a sister the same as a friend? Luna has never really thought so - or, at least, it cannot make up for a lack of them. ]
I see little of most ponies, my duties being nocturnal as they are. But Twilight Sparkle was kind, when last I saw her. My sister's student.
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[ She wouldn't be keeping it as a pet otherwise! Having a pet, though, is not really the same thing. ]
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[ Which is actually fairly unusual for her world! ]
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[ Rearing is one thing, but she could probably only take a few awkward steps on her hind legs. ]
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[ She tries to picture it, but it's entirely too strange. What is even the point unless you have hands, or wings like a bird? ]
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[ That sure happens with her sort of pony, too! ]
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