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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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[Carefully puts the tome she was inspecting back on the shelf.]
Impressive.
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[he kind of gestures to the burnt writings...]
Have you found the burnt butt, then?
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[She hadn't known anyone was working on engineering animal forms with this level of sapience. She takes a few steps towards Manulov, looking down at him before squatting to get a bit on his level.]
The burnt- ah, no. Whoever's responsible for this didn't do it that recently, it seems.
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...you do not need to patronize me, you know. I have taught creatures bigger than you.
[...the squat kind of derailed any response he may have had...]
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[She will at least stand back up, but admittedly doesn't sound terribly apologetic for the Incorrect Eye Contact.]
Would it also be a faux pas to ask where you're from? I've not encountered anyone quite like you before.
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well. anyhow.]
I am from Russia, but I have to wonder if that actually means anything to you, all things considered. Either you are from somewhere extremely isolated or... from some different reality entirely.
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[That's a yes, probably.]
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Old Earth, you say...? Well, that is news to me.
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[she thinks she understand, she does not]
Yes, there are many more. Some are more fussy about accuracy than other.
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I mean, if you were correct, perhaps it would explain a thing or two. I feel like we have quite a long history, though.
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With enough resources there's a lot you can fake.
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[That might be a joke.]
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[because what is a bit if not something to "yes and"]
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[oh, she likes you]
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