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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
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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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[Seeing her put a hand on the golden dome, he decides to. Knock on the barrier. Thunk thunk thunk. Yeaaaah he's gonna make an educated guess and say he might not be able to break through this. Might is the keyword.]
What do ya' think's out there past this?
[Clearly when there's some magical forcefield put over a land, it means one of two things. keep something in (which is concerning) or keep something out (also concerning).]
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[Ranma sits there, allowing for the girl's words to sink in. Something even greater than the gods themselves they can't reign in? Some unfathomable, inconceivable power to which even the god's greatest zenith pales in comparison to? Something like that...
His eyes scan the golden barrier, and for a second, it seems like what Riful's hypothesizing is weighing heavily in his mind. It would be in anyone's minds--
Turning to Riful with a catlike smile unabashedly fervid on his face]
Sounds like whatever's out there could be a good challenge, wouldn't ya' say?
[ranma no]
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You're not even a little worried about losing?
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[oh. oh this is going to go swimmingly.
There's nothing better than winning a kid's respect. Ranma makes little attempts to hide his confidence. His smirk grows further and he punches a fist into his palm.]
Nuh-uh! Yeah, I've never fought anything stronger than a god before...
small>[Or a god in general. Saffron, Herb and Rouge were all close contenders, but they weren't fully fledged gods!]
But there's a first time for everything!
[Sound logic.]
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You know it!
[Riful, you have no idea. 'The confident sort' only scratches the surface here.]
Ranma Saotome. Pleased to meet'cha.