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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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[Very weird thing to think about. Not bad, just not something she's used to.]
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[That, weirdly, feels a little comforting, knowing that there's still something at the bottom of the food chain - especially in a world where birds and mammals and reptiles are apparently all sapient.
The latter statement, meanwhile, manages to baffle her even more.]
Jesus, that exists in a world without humans too?
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[well. any wars, maybe. there might have been a diplomatic incident or two... although. uh.]
...
Yes? Do you have something other than humans, or...?
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[Terrifying world to think about, where any carnivore is at risk of starting World War Furry.
And, oh dear god, she is not about to explain racism to a cat, that sounds like a nightmare, so time to deflect!]
It's nothing important - probably not going to come up any time soon anyway.
So if so many things are sapient where you're from...what exactly are carnivores supposed to eat?
[Also going to give him extra scratches behind the ears in hopes of making him forget.]
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[weird, though. maybe he will have to figure it out later, because how.]
And ah, we eat the invertebrates, of course. Some of them have been tamed over the eons, so we do not have to go hunting them down the way we may have in the past.
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Makes sense, I guess. We've got a similar system back home - but, uh, it might sound. Weird. In a bad way.
[And she is now grateful that, if any animal from this guy's world had to come here, it ended up being a cat.]
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[...]
I suppose it is only natural, all things considered. It at least did not lead me to consider that I may be on the menu, I suppose...
[HE HOPES.]
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[Thank God.]
Oh, no! No, never! People would never eat cats, that's - never.
[Very quickly getting that out in a somewhat reassuring tone - mainly due to nerves - and also giving extra scratches. Does it help soothe him? She hopes it helps soothe him.]
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