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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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[But it doesn't make quite enough sense. The path to a new world should be open, if it worked like the Flame-Chase Journey.]
There might be... trials, we must go through, before fully attaining the powers that mysterious force is offering us.
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But I'm not particularly good at anything... [Mutsumi wilts. That single, wrong chord still rings in her mind.]
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Everyone is good at something. And they weren't always good at it from the start. Perhaps this will be where your spark manifests.
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[She's always just been, "Ta-kun and Minami-chan's daughter," before joining Ave Mujica. Even now, it's hard to imagine how that could change.]
But the statue I saw on my way here... it said that I was the Goddess of Nothing.
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Titles and domains mean nothing. What matters is how you embrace such a power.
[This girl might be a stranger, but... it feels a lot like how she's encourage Castorice. It's easy.]
Most people think the number zero means nothing. But others can see infinite possibility in it.
shaking her. girl use your WORDS
Mutsumi looks up at the demigod with curiosity and hope in her eyes.] Mm? [That's... probably an indication to go on, right?]
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Aglaea holds up a finger; before them, a thread of gold manifests, curling itself into a circle.]
Zero can mean nothing. But for those who study numbers, or art, or philosophy... it's seen as a starting point. A canvas just waiting to be turned into something precious. A blank score waiting for a symphony to be written into it.
[The thread twists, forming an infinity symbol.]
It can be like the Fool in a fortunetelling card deck. Some might think it an insult, rather than symbolizing the first step on a grand journey.
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Then maybe my guitar still has potential. [Care to share your leap of logic there, Mutsumi? No? Okay then.]
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[Ah. A fellow artist.]
If we can find one here, I'd be interested in hearing you play.
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...I'd like that too.
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I'll keep my eye out, then. If this is anything like my home, there must be a stash of musical instruments somewhere. Artists bloom all the brighter with their mediums, after all.
looks at those brackets and dies laughing/crying. wrap?
[And she really does mean it, this time.]