Arrival

[letsplayamod]

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.

Comments

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark studies her for a moment.]

So, what? Are you saying you don't trust yourself with all this?

[cannotunravel]

I'm not going to take the godhood with me after we're done here. I'm not interested in being all-powerful at home.

[Plain as that, really. She sees no reason to be a goddess]

[latinumsbetter]

No? [he blinks at that, clearly surprised] Then why agree to this?

[cannotunravel]

I was asked to help.

[Even though Misane can't remember the details of the deal, she's pretty sure it wouldn't take much to convince her. She's not one to stand around if someone needs help, after all. No reward needed]

[latinumsbetter]

...that's it.

[cannotunravel]

If somebody is in need of help it's only fair to do what one can to aid them. I most likely saw no reason to refuse.

[A guy passed by her and comforted her once, and she ended up going back in time eight years to help that man in the past because she knew he'd need it. If this A person warranted it, Misane would really really really go out of her way to help them -- and it wouldn't take much to warrant it]

[latinumsbetter]

Ah. You're one of those, huh. [dryly] You're not Starfleet, are you?

[cannotunravel]

Those...?

[Misane doesn't seem too sure what 'those' are, yup. The mention of Starfleet gets a slight tilt of her head, too]

I doubt it. I'm not sure what a Starfleet is.

[latinumsbetter]

[he huffs, but there's something rueful in it]

You'd fit right in with them. They always want to stick their nose in things and help, whether they should or not, and for no gain of their own.

[cannotunravel]

[Her perceptive skills as a detective apprentice catch a bit of Quark's tone -- enough for her to wonder if something's up]

They sound like altruists. Do they mess up sometimes, when trying to help?

[Is that why you seem a little rueful about them, Quark?]

[latinumsbetter]

They sure do. Or they get too stubborn about the whole helping thing. They put themselves and other people in danger, taking risks on the gamble that they'll be able to save more people than not, even if they get caught in the crossfire sometimes. No self preservation in Starfleet! [His tone is starting to war a bit between frustration and anger]

[cannotunravel]

[Her expression softens into understanding]

Some people are so selfless they cross a line into something unhealthy.

[She can immediately think of one single person who is like that]

If it makes you feel better, I don't think I go that far.

[...but she's closer to that line than she should be]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark blinks at that--understanding was clearly not what he expected. He shifts a bit, that frustration and anger that was winding him up cooling as he clearly wrestles with whatever he wants to say in response. After a moment, he'll mutter, grumpily:]

...it does, actually.

[cannotunravel]

By the way, if you ever see I'm going in the wrong direction with this, warn me about it. That's the sort of thing why people is around each other.

[Because sometimes a person who can tell you you're doing things the wrong way can change everything for the better]

1/2

[latinumsbetter]

2/3 oops I lied

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark huffs, shifting even more now, mouth twisting in a scowl as he looks almost...flustered? He grumbles the following pretty quickly, mostly to himself, gesturing ]

Well, being a babysitter isn't in my contract. But if I don't do it, who will? I can't have that kinda thing on my conscience!

3/3

[latinumsbetter]

--fine! [he refocuses on Misune, all grumpy bluster] Fine, I'll do it, since you've twisted my arm! If you start swinging too hard the wrong way, I'll bring you back down to land.

[cannotunravel]

[Ahaha, yeah, that was some immense twisting of arm, wow. Misane how could you do this to poor Quark, cornering him so ruthlessly and insistently and persistently and constantly like this until he caved in so you shut up, how dare you]

Thank you.

[Hmmmmm...]

I think I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Misane Mikoto. I hope we get along.

[latinumsbetter]

At this point, we'll have to. [wryly] I'm Quark.