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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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[She can't remember a thing but at least she has faith in herself not to do dumb stuff]
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Well, it's vague 'cause I don't fuckin' remember much. [ Ahh, don't snap at her... He frowns. ] Sorry. Yeah, me- me neither.
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Let's give it a few hours and see if after some time our memories return. There's no immediate danger, so we still have some time.
[They all can sit around and calm down, thankfully!]
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...No immediate danger that you can see.
That doesn't mean we're safe.
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[She hadn't really considered that, truthfully. She relies a whole lot on the things she sees and finds, so she never really considered possibilities such as those]
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Everyone here's going to start thinking he's crazy if he keeps carrying on like that. ]
Yeah. Yeah, you could say that... Between the...hazy memories, how this place seems...deserted, and all the- you know, the...vibes around here. Don't you feel them?
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[The vibes are eluding her entirely, haha]
But if you think we should be wary then I should at least listen to you.
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...Wait, seriously?
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[She won't dismiss Alex's bad feelings, at least]
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[Feeling bad vibes and telling others there are bad vibes in the air?]
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S...sometimes, yeah.
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[A very straightforward response, but hey, she means it]
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...Thank you.
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[She's not sure it's something that warrants being thanked, but hey, you're welcome nonetheless]
I'm Misane Mikoto. I hope we get along.
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Uh, yeah, same. Alex. Alex Browning. That's me.
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You can relax. No need to feel awkward.
[Like being told that will solve awkwardness, but oh well]
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That's a lot easier said than done.
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[Hah, as if]
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[thanks, misane]
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Sure. Thanks.