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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.
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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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[Nerves has her voice suddenly rising! Luna smiles, eyes darting around the room for a second, ears twitching. Gives off sort of an awkward vibe.]
I am...Luna! The.......only pony present... [Oh. Oh, she hates this.]
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[She's slightly unsure about the once-over, but says nothing. Of course he's curious; she is too.]
Though I am not...perhaps the best example. [For a lot of reasons actually BUT she hurries on to the more pertinent ones.] Most ponies are smaller, and only have either wings or a horn, or neither.
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[he pauses, waving a hand] Other than the god thing, that is.
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[She sighs.]
My sister and I are the only natural-born. Though she has learned a way to elevate other ponies, if she chooses.
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[But Cadence is There, so.]
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[Maybe she feels a Sort of Way about Celestia making a whole new pony princess who everyone loves while she was gone, but. You know. It's fine.]
What manner of being are the rest of you, then? [Aside from the cat.]
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[She glances between them. Of course she can see the differences, but she hadn't thought them necessarily that significant.]
My apologies!
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Normally I'd be insulted, considering how different we look, but I'm feeling generous today, so I'll let it go. As long as it doesn't happen again.
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[Shifting her wings as if in demonstration. That's a much bigger difference in her opinion!]
But I suppose not every species has such variety. Save perhaps dragons...
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[The bed...is not horse-sized...]
How...are you finding it?
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[we could DO that???]
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[At least, her. But everyone else she's talked to described a generally similar encounter. Maybe she should have pushed harder - but a full contract simply never would have occurred to her.]
What else was included?
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["In hand" is the phrase she means.]
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And keeping one person out of trouble is a lot less work than renewing an entire planet.
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[Well, even if she's doubtful it will help, it probably won't hurt.]
I never would have thought to do such a thing.
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Contracts are not unimportant to ponies, but it's not a skill taught to all, no. I would have someone else to arrange such matters, were I to wish a contract drawn up. Any laypony would.
[Like, she has People For That as royalty, but lawyers are around everywhere! Somepony's gotta have a briefcase cutie mark!]
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