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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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I'm sorry. [ It's spoken with understanding. The others looked at him as if he made the plane explode. At first, only Clear defended him...and even she doubted, when they started digging together. Would Tod have believed him? If he hadn't been... Alex doesn't know. He'll never know.
It hangs over him, heavy. ]
...Did you beat it?
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[She takes a deep breath. If Kevin and Julie were alive then she would be. That makes sense but... things weren't adding up.]
I saw the number of the subway train I was on. 081. There were other things too--the stupid busker, the ads--
[She took a deep breath. It didn't matter. She wasn't on the train now.] I thought I felt wind. In a subway car! I... just wanted out of there.
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You felt like it was after you. You saw an opportunity, and you took it. Were you the last one?
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[She left Kevin. She left Julie... her heart twists into knots. She hates it.]
It was like Death was right there... I panicked.
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...You...shit, you're really just like me.
[ He can't believe it. ]
I never thought I'd meet someone else who...
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[Alex was obviously dead. Kimberly? Who knew. There were some weird reports from other places but she wasn't sure.]
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Well... You know I was. ...Death's not gonna be too happy about that. To find me gone.
[ What does that mean for Clear? ]
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...Yeah. I guess--Death wants us to stay dead.
[Hm... nope.]
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[ Alex lets out a resigned breath. ]
Don't get too close. Okay? I don't trust it to...worry about collateral. 'Specially if it's already after you too.