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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.
heroes' pavillion
...then looks at the text.]
I do not care enough about the opinions of an avowed speciesist to give you an answer.
oh. oh this is fine. (1/2)
Speciesist? What're you talkin'--
[somebody rolled a nat 1 on their spot check. cause ranma's now looking at the person he's talking to and]
(2/2)
[So. you know how if cats'll jump when you slide a cucumber near them?
That's Ranma rn. One second he's right beside the floofy ket, the next he's atop his own statue, hugging it like a lifeline while his eyes are deer-in-headlights wide.]
C-c-c-c-c-c--
[ranma.exe is experiencing some interruptions, please hold]
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[...he does sound perhaps a little too amused to be sincere.]
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[Whether the kitty's trying to get close or not, either way, Ranma's doing everything in his power to give that horrid thing the widest berth possible! Judging by the way he looks at Manulov like he's staring death in the face and his pigtail standing up like a frightened animal's tail, it might be safe to assume Ranma isn't looking to make peace here.]
S-Stay b-back, nice k-k-k-k-kitty...
[His teeth are audibly clattering together.
... ranma's not beating the speciesist allegations is he?]
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Oh, is this a phobia? Ah, forgive me, then.
[he'll just kind of step back a little bit, then, out of politeness.]
I was expecting more of the... active sort of antipathy. Well, I am no psychology professor, so I have no idea how to deal with it, but it may be in your best interests to do so. It isn't quite healthy to fear an entire class of people.
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[That. level of consideration actually breaks him out of his panic and leaves him in a stupor. huh.
... whiiiiich doesn't last long, cause his pigtail's bristling while he still looks so tightly wound he might break in two. Frankly its amazing he hasn't bolted (even though all his nerves are screaming at him to get the fuck out) out of the room yet so... score one for manulov?
The disdain and dread palpable from his sneer isn't budging tho.]
Cats aren't people. [semantics] A-And w-who said anything 'bout a fear!? I'm not afraid! [let's see, the stammering, the trembling, the stressing of that in his voice...
... annnnnd the fact he's turning his head away from looking at the fuzzball to go for the 'out of sight out of mind' approach might all suggest he might be an ailurophobe. Just a wild guess.]
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I am, of course, a creature of reason and civility. I will not attempt to cause you undue torment. But this likely is something you will have to deal with.
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[All of that is very sound advice. Most people would take it.
... too bad ranma's vehemently refusing to budge from where he stands/clings to. he's silently doing arithmetics in his mind on the best way to haul ass]
N-Not attempt, my ass. You make it sound so easy. Just... look.
[Shaky, shuddery breath. Okay, breathe, he can do this]
You stay outta my line of sight, I'll stay out of yours. Capiche?
[... oooooor still try to avoid the issue. he really is his father's son]
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Still, if you do wish to work on this, the offer is there.
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[Fat chance, Ranma nearly growled out but keeps it to himself.
That's all he needed to hear. The second Manulov isn't looking at him or takes his attention off the frightened teen, Ranma hightails it outta there so fast, he'd leave a dust cloud in his likeness if this was a cartoon.
Hey, this was the longest he stuck around a cat willingly so the kitty professor should pat himself on the back. It isn't absolutely hopeless, just mostly.]