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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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I've got a fucking healthy sense of distrust for shit I'm dumped in the middle of, that's what.
[ ...He's standing too close to the statue. That could fall right on top of him.
Alex takes a large step to his right, so he's not right against that infuriating statute of himself. ]
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[...]
Touché.
[Yeah okay he'll concede to that. Takes him a bit to remind himself not everybody is accustomed to all the craziness he is. That takes at least a day or three for that to be whittled down.]
You still didn't answer my question.
[sorry alex a nosy teenager's gonna pry into other's business and cause he's really curious what the whole fbi dealio is]
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Yeah, I was a little preoccupied. [ ... ] What was it?
[ dude fully did not even hear it he was too ‼️ ]
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[hes so real for being ‼️ rn. too bad ranma doesn't pick up on why he would.
The teen shoots Alex a dull, flat look before. Wordlessly turning Alex around so he's facing the plaque on his monument. Ranma underlines the 'Alex has been investigated by the FBI!' section, all with an inquisitive brow cocked.]
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and then he blanches.
With a low grumble, Alex shrugs. ] Nothing. Misunderstanding.
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[Making a face at that.]
Misunderstanding over...?
[buddy misunderstandings occur so often in nerima involving him that he's the poster boy for it and even he hasn't gotten an entire bureau after his ass bruh]
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Nunya.
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[bitch
Ranma look Alex straight in the eyes back.]
Damn, that sure does suck. Shame all that beeswax is goin' to waste.
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Oh, good, I don't have to explain.