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week 1

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.

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[Alex certainly is playing the part of a frightened mouse at the moment, and as such a man like Seymour - tall, decidedly non-human and with hands tipped with quite pointed claws - probably is not going to be a reassuring sight, even though he makes no move to do anything threatening. Instead, he holds out his hands a bit to show that he's unarmed, taking a slow and cautious step forward.]

Be at ease, my friend. I mean you no harm.

[ It certainly isn't a reassuring sight! A challenging retort rises to his lips. ]

I'm not y— [ But it cuts off when he really takes in what he's seeing. Alex's eyes flit from Seymour's hair resembling antenna to his claws, and his breath gets stuck in his throat. ]

Je- Jesus, man, wh-what happened to you?

[That particular outburst makes Seymour's eyes widen just slightly (can he tell?), though he's quick to smooth out his expression into a slight smile as though his surprise stems from the most expected meaning of those words and not something... else.]

You find my appearance unnatural, I assume. [He isn't the first one...] Before you ask, I am not a fiend, nor am I anything otherworldly.

[... debatable, but details that Alex doesn't need to know right now!!

As if to show what he means, he holds one hand out a little more to prove that it is in fact real and solid, just like Alex's own.]

[ Alex, of course, doesn't quite get it. What does he mean by "fiend" and why does he say it like he should know? He looks from Seymour's face to his hand, keeping his own hands close to his body. ]

Not a- a what?

[So he isn't from Spira... the clothing seemed to indicate that, but this just proves it.]

... I see.

[And he lowers his hand back down to his side, relieved, though his face remains neutral.]

No wonder you were so surprised. You hail from a world beyond Spira.

[ He swallows. ]

What's a Spira?

The name of my world.

[Well. This explains a lot.]

And I presume the word "Guado" also holds no meaning for you.

[ Shaking his head slowly, turning everything over in his head. ]

You're from a...a different planet, like...like some kinda alien?

[ in this context and only this context i say sorry to seymour because he is maybe the first person alex sees here 😔 ]

[Honestly it's what Seymour deserves--]

An alien?

[This must be some sort of creature from this boy's world. Turnabout is fair play after he didn't understand what Seymour was talking about when he mentioned fiends, he supposes.]

But yes, it would seem the two of us come from different worlds. Why else would you speak of things I do not know, while I speak of things you have never heard of?

[ He's frightened. He's honestly getting used to breathing again, if we're honest, but still, he forces himself to try and come to terms with this. To understand it. ]

...Yeah. Yeah that'd... You're not screwing with me?

[ His eyes fall to Seymour's hands again. That certainly doesn't look like a costume. ]

On my honor as a maester.

[Again, a word he suspects the boy might not know, but hopefully the way he lifts his hand to hover over his heart will make the message clear enough.

... somehow, it's not as discomfiting to be stared at with curiosity and trepidation rather than disgust.]

I have no reason to lie to you.

[ Yes, no recognition passes his face...but he follows the gesture and despite that he understands it's significance. ]

...I guess not. Are you...did you hear that...voice? Talk to...

[ Who? Someone. Light in the infinite dark. ]

... that person whose face you cannot seem to remember?

[He's just guessing, but since Alex mentioned hearing a voice, he can only conclude that their experiences were... if not the same, then similar enough.]

Yes, I did, though I fear the details of that encounter still escape me.

[ ... ]

D'you remember what you talked about?

[... ah. That part he very much does remember, and the hint of a smile curls at the edges of his lips.]

They offered me a bargain: help heal this world, and become a god in exchange.

...Really.

[ Was...that what he said yes to? He just reached out frantically, the moment he remembered what it felt like to have a body, to have a hand. ]

That's...why we're here.

[Seymour nods.]

You do not recall making such an agreement?

[Interesting... were their situations truly that different? Or are his memories simply more hazy than Seymour's?]

...No, I recall. Or- or I recall something.

Then perhaps our memories are unclear in different ways. It seems possible, if we were both brought here from separate worlds.

[ Is that the reason? His head's reeling, but he has to understand it. ]

Do you have any idea where...here is?

[But Seymour simply shakes his head.]

I am afraid I do not. This place is as unfamiliar to me as it is to you.

Damn. Great.

How many- h-have you seen anyone else?

[ It stands to reason it's not just them. Especially since, looking around, there are a bunch of cabins. Alex knows he just stayed in his awhile to...compose himself. ]

None that I have yet spoken to, but I have seen others walking around the halls. We are in good company, it seems.

[... okay, so the jury is really out on that one, but details. They're not alone, at least, and that probably counts for something?]

If I had to guess, I suspect there is one person for each of these rooms, though I'm not yet certain just how many of them there are.

[ Alex's eyes sweep over the cabins. He takes a step back to try and get a good look at them all. His brain feels like it's still waking up again, but just like that he goes into analytics mode and... ]

Twenty-six. I can see twenty-six.

... so twenty-four others. Quite a large group of "gods," assuming they are here for the same reason.

[Hmm indeed. He certainly has several questions of his own now and no one to address them to...]

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