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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.
Scroll Storage
[in spite of him spotting one of the statues being equestrian whereas the rest were either humanoid or... feline, it doesn't prepare him for the actual sight of the horse combing through the scorched scrolls. Its sheer size especially, and that sparkly mane waving like clouds in the night.
Don't they tell people not to sneak up on horses from behind. Since, you know, they've got strong legs that could put you in the ER?]
What'cha lookin' for?
[... if they had, ranma hasn't gotten the memo. cause he just slinks on over right by Luna's side without making a single peep or sound.]
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ACK-!
[There was an itty-bitty buried down self-preserving side of his brain that was anticipating getting bucked. Nowhere did that include getting smacked by her wing! He comedically stumbles back, slips on an unrolled scroll and falls on his haunch with a resounding oof.
we're off to great start]
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[She didn't exactly mean to do that! Having actually knocked him over, she's got enough space from being snuck up on to feel sort of bad.]
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[well ain't she thoughtful...
Ranma stares up at her in what looks to be befuddlement. Surely due to the fact she's a talking horse...
... and then he tilts his body to look past her. Then he looks left. Then right. Then up???
Before returning eye contact with Luna, and uttering one singular, simple word.]
Our?
[are there more colorful ponies in this room? are they hiding? how are they hiding if they're as vibrantly colored as this one]
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My apologies.
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Don't sweat it. You're far from the first winged-thing to smack me in the face.
[The incredulous feeling subsiding fast, Ranma hops back up on his two feet, dusting soot off his clothes.]
Find anything interestin' here... or salvageable?
[Yeesh, this place is a wreck the more he looks at it. What on earth (or wherever they are) happened here?]
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[Because there's no sign, to her eyes, that there was a fire here. Yet, she holds up a scroll in demonstration - definitely charred.]
But some is still legible. I am trying to discern how much.
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[No kidding... The fact that there's any surviving scrolls to bring here when they got scorched is nothing short of a miracle. Ranma goes to pick one of... grimacing as all but a scrap crumbles apart to ash. Good news was there's legible text on this piece, bad news is no matter how hard he squints his eyes...]
Good luck readin' the ones that aren't completely toast. I'm not seein' any language I know on these.
[though. he's only really looked at one piece so it's too early to cut their losses.]
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[It is, anyway, something to busy herself with.]