letsplayamurder

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.

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[Stiff maybe, but in comparison to other first impressions ranma's lived through it's going smoothly. he's honestly not used to icebreakers not involving people trying to break their knuckles on his face]

Same here.

[... shoot he actually has to think of what step two shall be.]

... How good are ya' at cleaning or repairing stuff?

[Worth a shot to know what skills they got, and pray that a good lot of them actually know what tf they're doing]

I have cleaned my room countless times, and I have never repaired anything, ever. This will be the first time.

[Whoooops, not a shining example of usefulness at physical tasks]

[Ruh roh.

Greaaaaaaat so they have a total of +1 guy actually suited for this and +1 chick who knows how to pick up after herself. Riveting dream team 'A' put together here.]

Don't sweat it, there'll probably be others to pick up your slack. [Hopefully.] At least you know how to use a broom, right?

[please he can't be the only one who knows what he's doing]