Arrival

[letsplayamod]

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.

Comments

[markofnobility]

Whyever not? We have been given a rare opportunity today!

[ even through his cheer there's a slight wrinkle to his brow, and a wide manic-ness to his eyes that suggests he's not AS blind to this terrifying madness as he's trying to be]

[murchada]

More like a job. Must be nice being able to be so chipper about it.

[well, she does notice the weird vibe, actually. but it's probably better not to say something, in a situation like th--]

Or are you freaking out and just good at hiding it?

[oh never mind she went for it]

[markofnobility]

I am not 'freaking out'.

[He's freaking out]

[murchada]

Ah.

Just going through it, then.

[markofnobility]

... yes. I suppose so.

[ Please spare him this torment]

[murchada]

...It's okay. You're in good company.

Personally, I'm still expecting this to be a dream or glitch in my system or something.

[markofnobility]

Admittedly I keep wondering the same. Perhaps I am asleep. Or this is some blood loss delusion.

[murchada]

Well, hey, let's hope for the former.

[...]

Wait, you're not seriously injured, are you?

[markofnobility]

[Ah. He didn't think that through]

Not... anymore?

[murchada]

That's... good.

[seriously, it's all fun and games and snark until the poor himbo keels over in front of you--]

Not that I'd be much help if you were, but, um. I don't know. Speak up if that changes...?

[markofnobility]

If those wounds return you will notice, trust me.

[he mumbles, rubbing his face, his mask cracking a bit before he fixes it]

I will. Do not worry about me. I can handle myself quite well!

[murchada]

Oh-- Right. I'm sure you don't need anyone worrying over you.

[especially not her. what's she gonna do? write about his injuries? helpful.]

Don't mind me...

[markofnobility]

Indeed! I am VERY capable.

[he is convincing himself here more than not]

[murchada]

...Right. That's what capable people usually say.

[markofnobility]

Clearly, since I am saying it.

[murchada]

So. Does repeating it make it more true...?

[markofnobility]

... hmpth.

[He feels like he is being mocked here]

[murchada]

...Hah. You're a pretty serious guy, aren't you?