Let's Play A Murder (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
letsplayamod) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.
no subject
[... of all the questions he could've gotten, that one actually throws him off guard. Ranma studies the other man for a sec to see if his chain's being jerked here.]
Y'know, a doppelganger? Another me.
no subject
[Ferdinand I think you are focusing on the wrong parts of this]
no subject
[... ranma can't tell if that's supposed to be a compliment and that bothers him greatly.]
No, that's not-- It wasn't actually- [Breaths in, pinching the bridge of his nose.] It's a long story.
no subject
no subject
[He waits expectantly for a question, since that's tend to be the go-to response people have. When he doesn't get one, he internally lets slip the bated breath he was holding.]
Yeah. [Dryly, before he takes a gander at Ferdie's plaque... Mostly to see if he also got something embarrassing for his fact. Annnnd promptly gets disappointed again in that, no, it was just him.
He tries not to let it show though, outside of his lips twitching to a frown for a split second as he reads it aloud.]
'Used to be nobility'?
no subject
He is more than eager to talk about himself though. Even this grim subject]
"Used to be", yes. I am no longer titled.
no subject
...
[He motions his hand in a 'don't leave me hanging here' gestures, cause he's a tad curious what that deal is.
never mind the fact he neither even asked the guy his name before his backstory or that he wanted to be tight lipped about his own messy life he's a hypocrite your honor]no subject
It is not a very fun story. My father was stripped of his title and lands for treason, and as his heir... well...
[he sighs, glancing at his plaque and it's Occupation]
I am thankfully not completely destitute from it. My standing in the Army is quite high- a way for me to regain the honor he squandered, I suppose.
no subject
[Ranma listens, and... oh. That's an emotion that washes over the teen's face hearing Ferdie's anecdote, but it's only a fleeting moment before that gets replaced by a deadpan and a tssk.]
Dads always have a way of screwin' over their families, huh. Startin' to think it must be a requirement for 'em.
[What best to do when dealing with topics that hit close to home? Resort to wry witty rejoinders, that's what!]
no subject
[There's a sarcastic sneer in Ferdinand's voice, like he is quoting something he finds distasteful. And seems oddly harsh for this otherwise chipper man]