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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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[My dude, that's not a great idea! Misane seems a little bemused about that, hah]
I assume healing...what we came here to heal will be a labour of weeks, perhaps even months. We wouldn't have been called if this A person could do this by themselves.
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I've had stranger dealings when I'm fully awake.
[Stated plainly. Look... it isn't as bad as the deals his lout of a father makes.]
That's puttin' it mildly. Haven't explored the whole land yet, and I can already tell this place is a wreck. It's gonna take a lot of elbow grease gettin' this place all spruced up.
[That isn't anything out of Ranma's purview. He's the one who treats the dojo to fixer-uppers whenever rival of the week #401 comes screaming through the walls or ceilings or floorboards. An entire world's like thousands times bigger in scope. No pressure.]
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[She's ready to use a whole lot of elbow grease!]
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[That's the million dollar question. Ranma hadn't thought that far ahead yet - cut him some slack he only woke up a moment ago!]
Introductions seem like a good place to start.
[What with them apparently all being gods summoned and all. That, and. He's still figuring out the next step, getting that out of the way buys him time to come up with something.]
Name's Ranma.
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[A bit of a stiff introduction, but oh well!]
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[Stiff maybe, but in comparison to other first impressions ranma's lived through it's going smoothly. he's honestly not used to icebreakers not involving people trying to break their knuckles on his face]
Same here.
[... shoot he actually has to think of what step two shall be.]
... How good are ya' at cleaning or repairing stuff?
[Worth a shot to know what skills they got, and pray that a good lot of them actually know what tf they're doing]
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[Whoooops, not a shining example of usefulness at physical tasks]
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[Ruh roh.
Greaaaaaaat so they have a total of +1 guy actually suited for this and +1 chick who knows how to pick up after herself. Riveting dream team 'A' put together here.]
Don't sweat it, there'll probably be others to pick up your slack. [Hopefully.] At least you know how to use a broom, right?
[please he can't be the only one who knows what he's doing]
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[It'd be very concerning if she couldn't!]
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Cool, cool. [Is it Ranma?? That's literally the bare minimum] Then you can handle sweeping duty!
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[Hah, of course she won't send invoices. She's just messing around]