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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- I mean... I've done a lot t-to avoid a...something like that. But...
[ Every choice. Everything. It's all just playing into- ]
I-I'm asking questions 'cause I want to. 'Cause not knowing, it's- it's how you fall into it- into a bad situation.
[ He remembers being huddled in his room, into a corner, asking, why? why me? what did i do to—?
He can't unknow. That's just the unfortunate truth of the matter. He had two choices, and he hadn't even known how they were laid out before him. ]
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[Genuine curiosity colors her voice.]
Aoi's gotten into a few. Even when I tried to avoid them. We don't get to make all the choices.
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...We don't. We really don't.
[ Alex looks...conflicted, to say the least. ]
I shouldn't- you're just gonna think I'm— [ He stops himself. He's talking to a girl who says she's from a video game. Who says that all of this is a video game. ] ...No, you...you prob'ly wouldn't say I'm just crazy.
I... I did somethin' that kind of put...the whole world against me. Okay? Me standin' here, breathin', that's a...mistake. And it's a mistake that something wants to correct.
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[Aoi blinks, trying to figure out what she should do. She takes another tomato from the pantry and offers it to him in solidarity.]
Are you scared that you'll disappear?
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Alex...won't say that part. ]
...Something like that. Something that wasn't supposed to happen- something I wasn't supposed to see... I saw it anyway.
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[Aoi asks simply.]
It might have been something that happened to another you?
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Alex shakes his head. ]
I-I- No. I don't- I don't wanna talk about it. Sorry.
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[Aoi frowns.]
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[At least, that's what Aoi assumes Alex means by seeing something he wasn't supposed to.]
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God had nothin' to do with what happened to me.
[ In the time after Flight 180, he tried a lot of things. One of them was even praying. It did nothing for him. Knowing what he knows, he can't imagine any "God" has a hand in Death's machinations. ]
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[Alex must be scared, Aoi thinks.]
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I think...the place you're from and the place I'm from... They're very different. I don't have a...magic cell phone. I don't know about...other versions of me, I just...hope they're out there having a fucking tea party or going to baseball games or- or touring Paris.
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[She's trying to help.]
Different though...oh yeah. Mr. Ferengi said something like that too.
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You may have a...a god that you can talk to. But...I don't. I don't think a lot of people do.
[ He lets out a breath. He's all wound up, but this girl doesn't deserve any of that. ]
We- we got off on the wrong foot, okay? You're...Aoi, right? [ She's said it enough he can assume, and he has a good idea how to say it. Score! ] I'm Alex.
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[The situation he described seemed familiar, but maybe not quite. There's a lot of things about the world in general that Aoi has yet to understand, it seems.]
Does this mean we're starting over on a different foot? [Aoi stares down at her shoes in slight confusion, before looking back up and deciding to go along with it.]
Yep. Aoi Mukou. Did somebody bring you here, Alex?
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[ honestly that's his bad, after talking to aoi for even five minutes he should have realized that would not work ]