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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.
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[Spoken like someone who has no trouble speaking up her mind]
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That works fine if you're tough! Or with strangers. But when it's people you work with, you don't wanna upset them or make them feel like they wasted their time. It's better not to be picky if you can help it.
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[Stop putting Ai on the spot, Misane. Yeah, she wonders to what side of this matter Ai would lean to]
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[ She titters to herself and shakes her head. ]
Not that it really matters since I'm not exactly hungry right now anyway...
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[And to show she has manners, she doesn't insist anymore. What Misane judged was question dodging was good enough of an answer, in her opinion]
I didn't mean to press you too hard. You just caught my attention with that about not wanting to reject rice if someone made it for you, is all.
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[ never mind that she's avoiding the question right now, of course............. ]
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[She thinks she's being so magnanimous accepting that as a valid answer, hah]
My trivia isn't nearly as straightforward as yours. They don't seem to follow some standard about likes or dislikes...
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[ But that loops back around to the question of 'why the heck did you pick THESE' ]
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[ The last time she was in a new classroom was five something years ago so she's a little fuzzy on the details. ]
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[Which she wouldn't know about because she's still young, even though she's a detective apprentice, hah. No college for her yet!]