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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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But she quickly brushes off that thought. Dwelling on it would just be asking for trouble. ]
You can call me Velvet.
[ She leads the way out of the ruins and past the garden to head into the living quarters, where the pavilion of statues is the first thing to greet them. ]
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[Mutsumi's eyes widen as she sees the pavilion of statues and she takes in their godly majesty.
Velvet might notice something odd, though. Mutsumi's statue, at least the statue that looks the most like Mutsumi, is faceless. The plaque is almost entirely blank, too, with only her godly title present:
GODDESS OF NOTHING]
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The immediate thought that comes after is basically, oh, this probably isn't going to feel great for her once she sees this, huh. Which might be why she's trying to get them to move on. ]
Come on, the kitchen's this way.
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[Mutsumi, unfortunately, does notice her own plaque, and wilts ever-so-slightly, but she does her best to hide it. Just like usual.]
Can you make cucumber dishes...?
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Hm? I can try, sure. You got anything specific you prefer?
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...anything works. Cucumbers are always tasty.
1/3
She also has a look at the stove and oven, realises she is not actually sure what the hell these things are, and decides to avoid using them this time because she'd be wasting time trying to figure them out. That's for another time.
Velvet ducks into the pantry to go grab the ingredients— ]
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Okay, fine, since it's here, she may as well use it instead of honey. Extra nice treat for sad child (by her standards, anyway). ]
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Oh...
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Here you go.
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[Mutsumi digs in, a look of pure bliss on her face.]
...this was... incredible... thank you, Velvet-san...
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You're welcome. And you look better now.