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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.
First Impression
But he should be able to hear her one word response.]
Laurie.
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Is it? Really?
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Do you know where we are? What-what's happening here?
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[Concern???]
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[She honestly thought she was imagining that whole thing.]
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[She leans forward then, hands on her knees, almost like she's about to be sick. But she stays strong, looking up to Ferdinand after a moment.]
So...what, we're Gods now? Is that it?
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Supposedly. Who can say how much of what they claimed is true.
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That...that's insane. And sacrilegious. On so many levels.
[She doesn't, noticeably, state that it's impossible, though.]
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[he sighs slightly]
It is rather unbelievable either way.
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[She finally stands up straight again, looking tired but...almost resigned to her fate.]
But I've just...had the most unbelievably horrible night of my life, so.
[She shrugs, like it means nothing, but her voice sounds like she's close to tears. Just barely holding it together.]
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Here, shall we find a place to sit for a bit? A place meant to house us should have some water at least. Perhaps even some nice tea.
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[And she'll follow wherever he leads her. She's so distracted by all the thoughts going on in her head that she just. Doesn't fully pay attention to the world around her.]
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Here we go. Give me a moment and I shall return with refreshment!
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[And she'll sit. And she'll wait. And whenever he comes back, he'll find her crying. Not audibly. The tears just roll down her cheeks, and she makes no effort to wipe them away.]
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Seeing her crying makes him pause out of her sight line, his heart breaking a bit. This all is so very much, and he suspects from her words that much more happened before they arrived. He makes sure he is in her view before he approaches- it would not do to startle her when she's so upset. Once close enough he slides the chilled mug of ice water over.]
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Thank you.
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[But leaving it open if she DOES want company]
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I don't-I don't think I wanna be alone right now. If that's alright.
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