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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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You have my thanks.
I do have another question. I do need a regular fresh supply. I'm not freshly turned; I can control my hunger, but I do still need to... feed, as it were.
[He's vague about it, but, well. His profile does say that he's a vampire. He's not exactly hiding it.]
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He always asks for permission first!]
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That's cool, though...
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[He's not happy about that, but it is what it is.]
It's... not worth getting into, here.
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I think being a vampire's cool, at least.
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That was something a bit outside of my domain. But I do believe the stocks in the kitchen can provide what you're looking for. Gods do often have... strange tastes.
[Gross.]
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[You know if someone needed something like that.]
What about our missing belongings?
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I brought you all here, but your items seem to have been scattered somewhere. It's possible that this place, itself, took them.
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[He has people he needs to get back to.]
You have my thanks.
[After all, it's a bit soon to be sauntering around asking people if they'd be okay with him feeding on them.]
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[...]
Or are not cephalopods.
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but like
what the FUCK is going on]
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You can use Aoi. My battery's full right now.
[...she may have the wrong idea.]
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[Everybody is staring at her like she just did something weird.]
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I'm not sure you understand what you're offering.
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It'll cancel out. Athena said there's no death here, anyway.
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cw for bloodborne diseases?
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I do not have an annoyed enough icon for this conversation
its okay we all can tell in spirit
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cw for bloodborne diseases?
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cw sexual implications
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