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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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You really never know... Even if you're, uh, used to this kinda terrain, it never hurts to be...careful.
[ He does not know how to interact with kids rip ]
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Well, then... [ She's not going to actually concede in any way, or say something as stupid as "you have a point", but she will sit down on the ledge and draw her knees up to her chest! Center of gravity lowered! ] I was curious, you know? I wanted to get a closer look at this barrier.
[ or it'll carry her through three full minutes! ]
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I get being curious...but at least we gotta find you some, like, sandals, or something. Did you show up here without any shoes?
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[ She raises a delicate index finger and points at the barrier. ]
What do you think of it?
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Th- that thing? I...I mean... I guess that's the barrier keeping us from leavin'. For our..."own safety." I've never really seen anything about that.
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[ No point in repeating herself, asking again what he thinks of it. It's clear that this child is a very average human, with no strength to speak of. (Twitchy, though!) If any of his thoughts are the least bit interesting, they certainly won't be regarding the barrier's energy. ]
We did all agree to join that person, more or less. And this is something they made in preparation for us. [ ... ] There was a change of clothes in my room, I think?
[ We're returning to the sandals! ]
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[ Magic, barriers, things like that... It's all so widely outside of his experiences. So, while he does have some thoughts, some concerns—they take a backseat to just trying to understand it all.
And that brings him back to something he can more easily understand. ]
A change of... Oh! Oh, like shoes? You want me to walk you back there?
[ Still talking to her like she's a child... He'll get it eventually. ]