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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in 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.
Sky
[Apparently Misane isn't superstitious! Either that or she has never paid much attention to weather before]
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[...]
...Or maybe I'm just a pessimist. Never mind.
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[Although Misane is no beacon of optimism, really]
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[obviously, of course. still. she probably has a point...]
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[Spoken like someone from a game that's all about forming friendships with people as its core gameplay mechanic, haha]
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[...]
So.
Uh.
[ . . . ]
Nice... weather... we're having...?
[oh god that was her legitimately trying]
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It could be better. It'll become chilly later. We'll have to gather at the eatery and have a warm meal. You're invited too, of course.
[Her response came immediately, with such naturality it feels like Misane is very practiced at talking with people. Then she nods, like she decided something:]
You're not too good at this, but that's not a bad thing. For you it's just a matter of practice and talking to the right people.
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[she's getting a bad grade in social. something very possible to achieve.]
I guess I really do need to get used to it, yeah. I've never really been the chatty type...
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[There's a huge difference between those two circumstances, after all!]
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[And Misane was the one to pretty much force him to go out and make friends with like three dozen people. Welcome to the core gameplay of 1bitheart, where this weird girl pushes you to go make friends with quirky characters]
I'm surprised you accepted A's request of help.
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Someone asked for help. I couldn't just ignore it.
[simple as that.]
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A better be thankful you said yes.
[Because how out of your zone of comfort this is, she means. There better be some gratitude for Cerejeira]
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[so, it's on her.]
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[Misane sure disagrees it's all on her!]
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