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

[rockymountaindie]

[ Two things. One: Huh, is Death a guy? That'd make some sense, he supposes. A lot of guys suck.
And, two— ]

...It's gonna be pissed.

[ She'll be in so much danger. She already was. As fear for himself melts away, Alex feels another familiar one take its place. ]

[sweetsynergy]

...okay if no one else will, I'll ask- is it too soon to ask what the actual fuck you're talking about here?

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark huffs, folding his arms]

He's talking about something that's chasing him, obviously, weren't you listening? And Athena confirmed that something was Death and he's safe from it here.

[sweetsynergy]

Yes, she did, I am asking to what degree we're meant to be literal here.

[latinumsbetter]

[she'll get an eyeroll for that]

Maybe try that actual question next time instead of the one you threw at him. The kid isn't gonna know what you mean if you just ask him like that. [obviously]

[sweetsynergy]

That was a perfectly legitimate way of asking for more details!

[latinumsbetter]

It was completely tactless! The kid's clearly worked up, and a question like that isn't going to get you a concise answer!

[rockymountaindie]

[ Oh. Ohhhh there are a lot of people looking at him. It's just like Flight 180. Alex can feel his blood pounding in his ears. They're all-

He swallows. Wets his dry mouth. ]

Sh...she said it. Didn't she? Death.

[catsgothistongue]

... Death as in the reaper, or...

[sweetsynergy]

The reaper or the abstract concept of mortality.

[She hates a little bit that this apparently needs clarification.]

[rockymountaindie]

Death.

[ Welp. Might as well just burn this bridge immediately!!!! ]

It that hard to imagine, with us all...talkin' about gods, that Death could be a real, thinkin' entity? One that's got a...a plan, for each and every person, everyone born into the world?

[sweetsynergy]

...yeah, just a little.

[rockymountaindie]

[ WELL... ]

[taintedfayth]

[Death is only a problem as long as you let it be!!]

[pariunt]

I assume you're not talking about Myrkul.

[He says with great interest.]

[rockymountaindie]

If it has another name, I certainly don't know it. Death ain't very chatty.

[pariunt]

Then you can't be talking about Myrkul. I've heard him speak. He's one of the Dead Three. The god of death.

[mygoodbye]

Hmph, good.

Defying death is quite a bit more common than you may know, Alex Browning.

[catsgothistongue]

Owl chick's got a point.

[Said oh so cheerfully. He's defied death too many times at this point he's jaded to it like he is physics]

[rockymountaindie]

[ He's reeling. For a few reasons. ]

Bu- but- [ How did she take him from that place? How did she save him? No, that doesn't matter. Not as much as- ]

It's gonna go after Clear! She's all alone. Can- can you bring her here, too? Can you save her?!

[mygoodbye]

Unfortunately, that is something I can't do right now. The process that brought you all here was too great.

For now, we can only hope that Death is determined to find you, and loses focus on her.

[rockymountaindie]

No...

[ That's not good enough. But how can he say that to the person who literally saved him? Who reached into that dark, cold place and pulled him free?

His hands are shaking but he swallows down his fear. ]

...But...when you can. You'll...save her too?

[mygoodbye]

I will.

[The word "try" hangs off her lip. But she doesn't say it. She doesn't want to fail him.]

[taintedfayth]

[He feels slightly called out here--]

Indeed.

[And that is all he has to say about that!]

[stringup]

[ Also feeling a little called out here, but at least this time, the situation doesn't seem to be a bad thing. ]

...Yeah.