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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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[Admittedly, a lot of what is here is tame for Ranma's regular experience with 'gossip'. The joker who wrote these is no Nabiki or Kodachi, that's for sure. For better or for worse, there's nothing too damning on full display. Doesn't mean Ranma is too thrilled to have his fact be so lackluster or demeaning...
The question gets him to tilt his head and scratch his chin with a murmur, seemingly stumped.]
Hmm, that's a toughie... There's too many to choose from off the top of m'head...
[How does one as epic as he settle on just one.]
I would've put up that I've a martial artist since I was a tot, I guess the occupation got me covered there... Maybe the time I fought the Orochi?
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... Orochi is real?
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[Honestly? All of those questions would be valid.]
Yep. [If he's making this shit up he's doing a splendid job acting like he's totally serious.] He was livin' on this island where all these giant animals lived. We had to fight him to get moss off his back to cure this sick dude.
[All of this is being spoken in the tone of someone describing what they had to eat this morning.]
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[ She's just. staring at him in continued, open bafflement. ]
S-sorry, this is just... a lot to take in.
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... I don't think it was his island specifically.
[There is a bit of a questioning inflection to his voice of him genuinely considering DID he own that island because. it wouldn't be the weirdest thing to come from his world.]
You can relax though. We put him back to sleep, so he's not gonna be tryin' to eat any girls anytime soon!
[That smile and his tone suggests he was trying to be reassuring but. Uh. Whether that works is like flipping a coin with the same sides in that it ends up turning out the same result no matter how he puts it.]