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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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[Another wavering breath, though this time the emotions are more mixed - more difficult for even her to decipher.]

Yeah.

[And she's not sure if she can say much more than that. If she should say more than that. So she chooses the safety of silence, rather than risk saying anything more.]

[Yeah, that's. Probably the smartest move to make. Ranma rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, staring away before clearing his throat in a totally real manner.]

The statues here are startin' to lose their cool factor the longer I stare at 'em. I'm gonna go check out the rest of this joint. See ya' around.

[Turning on his heel, he tucks his hands in his pocket and brusquely saunters on out of the pavilion. Thickheaded as he may be when it comes to social cues and all that emotional junk, he also knows that him staying here will more than likely lead to him saying something and make her feel worse.

So he's gonna use the saotome school's final resort technique ~~(tactical retreat like you're part of the joestar bloodline)~~ and give her space.]

Mm.

[For a moment, she considers leaving it at that. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to talk to this boy any more than she already had.

But a thought strikes her as her eyes graze the profile again and, without looking at him, she speaks again.]

Laurie. Laurie Strode.

[He's gotten a foot out when her voice stops him. After what seemed like a solid minute of deliberation, he cranes his head to look back at her over his shoulder.]

Ranma Saotome.