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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.

Barrier
Not entirely much. I know we've got a contract. How about you?
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I'm not surprised I accepted but also I wish I remembered more.
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[She turns her head. Huh. Interesting looks, you have! Misane is pretty sure A isn't like him, but she might be wrong]
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[She sure would like to hear other people's opinions!]
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[So hey, there's that, at least. Although she can't say she's sure this A person is a god or can give godhood!]
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Can a god be self-depreciating?
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[If that's something vital for godhood then she already is in trouble, because she can't be arrogant, hah. She'll be remiss!]
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[Kind of a pointed question, but it's also a fair one!]
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[Well, she's certainly going to give the benefit of doubt and suppose he knows what he's doing! Instead of thinking it might be overconfidence. Despite her profession and her general stoic demeanor, Misane likes people enough to want them to think good of themselves]
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So, what? Are you saying you don't trust yourself with all this?
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[Plain as that, really. She sees no reason to be a goddess]
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[Even though Misane can't remember the details of the deal, she's pretty sure it wouldn't take much to convince her. She's not one to stand around if someone needs help, after all. No reward needed]
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[A guy passed by her and comforted her once, and she ended up going back in time eight years to help that man in the past because she knew he'd need it. If this A person warranted it, Misane would really really really go out of her way to help them -- and it wouldn't take much to warrant it]
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[Misane doesn't seem too sure what 'those' are, yup. The mention of Starfleet gets a slight tilt of her head, too]
I doubt it. I'm not sure what a Starfleet is.
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You'd fit right in with them. They always want to stick their nose in things and help, whether they should or not, and for no gain of their own.
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They sound like altruists. Do they mess up sometimes, when trying to help?
[Is that why you seem a little rueful about them, Quark?]
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2/3 oops I lied
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