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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
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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.
Hero's Pavilion
[ranma just be popping up behind the horror protags on day one, cause he's just leaning over the blonde chick's side to look at her statue.]
Call me crazy, but... [Tapping his chin with innocent quasi-faked rumination.] I think that's a statue.
[Look out world we have the reincarnation of sherlock holmes
or l lawliet, or saihara iykykhere]no subject
She snaps her head toward the boy, visibly surprised but more notably somewhat annoyed.]
I-I know that, I mean-who made this? How did they get this information-how long did it take to make a statue of me?!
[Dislikes: Stalkers]
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[woohoo, what does he win?
Socially dense as he may be, he does try to look abashed when he sees this girl's actually nettled for perfectly legit reasons]
You're asking the wrong guy the right questions here...
[But he's going to try to anyway.]
If I had to wager a guess, it was probably that A dude. They could've been watching us for gods know how long and took up sculpting while they did.
[Unlike Laurie, Ranma's fairly laissez-faire about the idea that someone out there has been collecting info on them in the shadows.]
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Wh-why are you so nonchalant about this? And-who is A?
[She...skipped reading the note. For legitimate reasons, she's certain of!]
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[Best day ever.
Maintaining his blasé tone:]
I've seen better memorials made by better stalkers. As far as these go, I give this one 'bout a 7 out of 10. Maaaaaybe an 8?
[If his trivia piece had been something actually worthwhile he would've given it a 20/10. Either way he's not taking this in the same due gravitas as Laurie is]
Didn't you read the letter?
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How many stalkers have you had?
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[... He just. Starts counting on his fingers before realizing he's quickly running out.]
Too many to list right now?
[half of them were driven by murderous intent, the other half was for romantic purposes, and a small margin you need a microscope to glean for both.]
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Why...why have so many people stalked you?
[Like, one is an easy thing to write off as 'just some crazy person' and a couple could be bad luck, but over ten? What the actual god damn fuck is that.]
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Same reasons why anyone would stalk anyone.
[Ranma that doesn't explain shit. He gives a dismissive shrug before leaning his back on his statue. They're getting a bit sidetracked now.]
There's more pressing matters than why a buncha stalkers do what they do, don'tcha think?
[Finally he actually says something semi-sensible.]
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[Dude, you're making her whole near death experience thing sound a lot more normal than it's supposed to be. What the heck.]
And unless we're about to meet this A person soon, is there anything about that that we can focus on?
[Like, what else is there to discuss?]
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Maybe, but when you've dealt with one stalker, you dealt with all of them after the first couple o' times.
[For all intents and purposes, Laurie has had it way worse by a mile. None of Ranma's ever succeeded with their goals.
Though, she does bring up a good point. A hasn't shown their face yet, ]
Other than that we're pretty much gods now and they want us to rebuild their world?
[He makes an i'unno noise with his shrug.]
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[Like??? The fact that he's so desensitized to it? Almost makes it worse? What the hell.
She drags a hand down her face, groaning in frustration.]
I have no idea how that is supposed to happen. Or even if it's completely true. I mean, what does it mean to be the...
[She glances back at the profile, then to Ranma again.]
The Goddess of Perseverance? How am I supposed to be that?
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I've been told that before.
[From his classmates mainly. Until they all grew to treat it like any other day of the week, or became envious of other aspects of the non-horrifying part of Ranma's life.
He peers over at Laurie's profile, then back to said girl. Yikes. This girl's who they had in mind for that accolade? Hell Ranma'd consider himself a better fit for it! He cocks his head to the side, scratching his chin.]
Do ya' 'persevere' through a buncha crap often?
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I persevered some unkillable thing that tried to kill me. After it killed my friends.
[You feel like an asshole yet, Ranma?]
1/2
[Boy does he.]
2/2
[Regret sets in once Laurie's breathing starts to waver. Then in comes shame with the gut punch when she drops that. Ranma's face contorts in a myriad of emotions ranging from shock about whatever horror story she became the sole survivor in to anger at the mention of some monster killing innocents.
But amidst all the emotions ferrying this pigtailed vessel]
Sorry. I shouldnt've asked.
[remorse took the helm.
Nice going jackass.]
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Yeah.
[And she's not sure if she can say much more than that. If she should say more than that. So she chooses the safety of silence, rather than risk saying anything more.]
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[Yeah, that's. Probably the smartest move to make. Ranma rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, staring away before clearing his throat in a totally real manner.]
The statues here are startin' to lose their cool factor the longer I stare at 'em. I'm gonna go check out the rest of this joint. See ya' around.
[Turning on his heel, he tucks his hands in his pocket and brusquely saunters on out of the pavilion. Thickheaded as he may be when it comes to social cues and all that emotional junk, he also knows that him staying here will more than likely lead to him saying something and make her feel worse.
So he's gonna use the saotome school's final resort technique
(tactical retreat like you're part of the joestar bloodline)and give her space.]no subject
[For a moment, she considers leaving it at that. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to talk to this boy any more than she already had.
But a thought strikes her as her eyes graze the profile again and, without looking at him, she speaks again.]
Laurie. Laurie Strode.
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[He's gotten a foot out when her voice stops him. After what seemed like a solid minute of deliberation, he cranes his head to look back at her over his shoulder.]
Ranma Saotome.
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See ya, Ranma.
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[At that, he cracks a cheeky smile, leaving her off with a peace sign and a wink, bidding her adieu.]
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He wasn't the worst guy she'd ever met.]