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WELCOME
Good morning.
Or perhaps it might be more appropriate to say good evening instead, considering how it is moonlight that will rouse you into consciousness. And what a bright moon it is, half-full and clear without contest in the sky as it outshines the stars and galaxies in the backdrop. But it’s all the better to emphasize that the buildings that speckle the landscape before you are all completely devoid of any light. And by the way—do you always sleep outside?
The lack of light can be something to deal with later though, at least when you've properly gotten up from the cold, unyielding stone below you. And that chill down your spine—no doubt that probably has something to do with combination of cool temperatures and poor sleeping conditions, but it’s odd how it seems to linger.
Checking your person for any items that should be in your possession yields disappointing results, but it seems you're not empty handed (or pocketed) because you are now the proud owner of one (1) small bundle of black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a key imprinted with a roman numeral, along with a simple note.
“Come at 6PM to the place circled on this map:”
“Don’t be tardy, dear Survivors, that’d be a bad first impression. If you don’t want your stay here to be more unpleasant than it’ll already be, you’ll want to avoid seeming careless or disrespectful. You’ll want to listen to my opening speech~!”
Finally, after an empty space that may be simulating an intense pause, there’s one last line:
“I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll say it straight: if you don’t come, you’re as good as dead.”
The news likely isn't welcome, but it's a start. And it seems you're not alone in your plight, though whether company is within arm's length or a stone’s throw away is up to fortune’s whims. For now, you're free to explore the town square and the surrounding areas as best you can in the dim light.
For some reason or another, Krakow, Poland is now your new home. That much is clear from the sign posts that you can inexplicably read, as red and white flag posts with "Święto Niepodległości" flutter lightly in the wind. While the storefronts are dark, the street lamps that scatter the town provide some measure of light, providing some solace against the layer of fog that's begun to creep in.
( OOC: Welcome to Antumbra! This intro log occurs ICly Sunday. Your MM's will be around at 6pm EST to hear your complaints. )
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How did he get here? The last thing he remembers was being awake in the middle of the night, guiding a strange child down a long flight of stairs to a meeting place that only "angels" knew. So how did he find himself waking up in a dark Polish city that's way too empty?
For that matter, was the city so empty before? The clock tower's still ticking, somehow, and when he turns to look at its face it reads the time as scarcely past twelve...
What time was it before? Certianly not so late.
Staggering to his feet, he tries to make sense of his whole situation, but... Nothing. No accounting for the strange transition... Or feeling...]
Hello? [Well. May as well see who else is here. He's spotted a figure in the fog, so... There's a good chance they have awnsers.]
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[--unfortunately, this is the person that answers. And he is likely to leave you with more questions than answers.]
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but, like, it's probably fine. maybe not everyone who wears face paint is some backstabbing facestealer.]
Hello, there. I assume you have no idea what is going on here either...?
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Well. I've certainly had my fair share of wild encounters, but never one that's left me out in the cold like this.
[He's laughing, when this is anything but a laughing matter. Yet he seems to be in genuinely good spirits. Or perhaps that's just how he's acting. Lord knows what he's actually imagining the explanation to this situation is.]
I don't suppose you could fill me in on some of the details?
[He'll turn to those closest to him to see what information they might provide to the situation.]
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...Not really? I'm afraid I'm as clueless as you.
[ But while seeing a familiar face was a comfort, Rean was sure that already it didn't bode well for the Prince to be in this situation. ]
We might find some answers if we walk around.
[ In other words, he's going to make sure to accompany Olivert so he didn't land himself into some trouble... ]
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I was looking at some signs, and it would seem we are in an obscure location within Poland, Europe, without much in the way of explanation of how or why we are here.
[ Yuzuru takes out the note and key. ]
I would assume these are what our captor left us in good faith. Do you have these as well?
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[ Hi there Oliver, have a peppy blond who is similarly laughing at this situation. When in doubt, laugh! ]
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but uh, you know, it's good to see someone who isn't in poor spirits about it.]
Unfortunately, I do not have any details on our situation other than the note we were given, which... well, I am not terribly sure what to make of it.
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she walks around, surveying her surroundings before she reads the note she's been given. her heels clack on the pavement as she inspects the nap, scowling at the (empty?) threat from the person who is presumably her captor.
she resists the urge to crumple it up into pieces. instead, she slides it in the waistband of her skirt.
she looks over at someone in town square who is struggling to get up along with the rest of the "survivors". whether it's because they're dizzy, sore, or just plain lazy, raven looks down at them and puts her hands on her hips. ]
Get up.
[ alternatively, you can find her at the clock tower, heading towards the basement with the steep steps. she has a candle in hand, presumably from the candle shop, that's lit but only provides so much light. she looks down at the steps, and should she sense someone else hovering behind her, she won't even turn her head to say: ]
If you intend on following me, watch your step.
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[He had intended to speak with her, but it's probably better to get a feel for where they are as well. And that candle in her hand brings out the stunning fire in her eyes...]
You know, I do happen to be a carpenter by trade. Perhaps if we can find the right materials and tools I could construct some lanterns for everyone.
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[ what's poland? As he takes stock of his surroundings, Mako doesn't really seem to understand where-- or how- he got to where he is. he's aware it's obviously a place, but everything feels a little made up. not just because of the architectural styles he's never seen before, but also the strange letters he can somehow read? That he can read is the only thing stopping him from dismissing this as a set piece of some sort.
so, he'll look around and try to get people back on their feet, before immediately heading to the Opera house. ]
Are you alright?
ii. exploration
[ they have a map-- but it doesn't hurt to get a little bit lost in the meantime, does it? take the long route, check your understanding of the surroundings. especially as he has to get used to his... new compatriots. Some of which are definitely uh. questionable. but nothing he wants to act on just yet.
wandering also distracts him from the loss of his firebending-- which you may have seen him struggling with after he'd thought everyone had left.
anyway, where are we both wandering to? ]
iii. opera house
Hello?
[ said as he enters the house. time to get some answers. ]
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I see I have some company.
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arrival;
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Ango, being the methodical person he is, takes some time to think through his predicament while staying in his room. He's in an unknown location, That trio of Bad Decisions isn't with him, and he doesn't seem to have access to his ability anymore. His first thought is that Fyodor actually succeeded in his bullshit plan, but Ango quickly realizes that isn't the case. This isn't the 'world without abilities' that Fyodor desires, so it can't be a future that man has written.
This certainly will throw a wrench in Dazai's plans, though. Hopefully Dazai has precautions in place for something like this.
When he finally does exit his room, he'll start off by checking the other doors on the floor. He doesn't just barge in though, he'll knock politely on them. After all, if they're occupied then he doesn't want to storm right in.
But after searching that building, he will go ahead and head right for the opera house. The note said they didn't have to be there until 6 pm, but Ango isn't taking any chances. Plus he's hopeful that he can find their 'host' there early.]
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Are you seeking a particular someone?
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[Sirius is, at least, used to the whims of a mortal body now. Still, it shocks him that this mortal body is so close to his heavenly one, or at least one manifestation of it. He actually gets to all fours at first before realizing that he's not in the form of Leo again. Standing, the green-skinned man approaches the closest person, wings spread behind him. However, he doesn't step too close to them for now.]
Are you familiar with this place?
Bookstore
[Sirius is much smaller, but still on the tall side for a mortal. So it's a bit of a squeeze for him to enter the shop, but he's searching out books about this town and country specifically. He stands outside once he's found a few, flipping through a book and staring at it curiously.]
Housing
[Sirius has found the available food, and has taken a rather large share of the meat, which he is slowly chewing on. There's an expression on his face that's a mixture of bliss and nostalgia.]
Ah...I missed this. Though they don't seem to have anything raw. [It always tasted the best, when he was canine.]
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Then the figure stands up, spreads their wings and... Adresses him politely.
Forgive him for staring, strange figure, but he hasn't met such a tall man with such strange features before... And what beautiful features they are.]
... Somewhat. I don't believe I've actually stayed in Poland for any considerable length of time, but I know the country exists.
[He glances at the sign... And raises a brow.] How I can suddenly read the language here, I don't know.
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She finds the key and the note easily enough, frowning as she reads through it. After a second, she gets to her feet, opening the map. Lysithea recognizes the names of some things - main square, castle, opera house, church. But others?]
What is a 'tram', and what is a 'subway'?
[She looks at the map, shaking her head. After a little while, she can be found exploring the main square, trying to get her bearings. The clock tower and the bookstore are the two she finds most interesting, especially the latter. She's going to have to be pulled away from it eventually.]
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I have finished with this book. Could you return it to its shelf? [A pause before he seems to remember.] Please.
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[ Waking up in Poland is a big shock, that's for sure. But to Mikami, the worse shock is that there are people around him. His world has already been turned completely upside down in the last few days and he's getting better and better at handling what life throws at him. Handling, in this case, means suppressing any kind of thought about his situation until he's on his own. Where he will then fight a break-down. It's fine.
So, he's in Poland. That's fine, he'll deal with it later.
More imminent is the state of his clothing. He's wearing some grey-green ensemble that may look a little like very uncomfortable pajamas to the untrained eye - but to those in the know, it's unmistakably a Japanese prison uniform.
And the people around him are strangers.
If there is one thing Mikami does not want to be associated with, it's this. After he gets his bearings just a little, he very quickly vanishes into the side streets and then tries to make his way to the assigned room without being seen. That doesn't mean he'll succeed, though... ]
b.) make us holy - clergy housing
[ It takes Mikami two hours to emerge from his room again. These two hours were filled with a lot of internal struggle and information sorting and generally questioning his perception of reality, but basically, don't worry about it. He's back out now! Hurray!
He's also looking very much like a priest.
The irony of this clothes change is certainly not lost on Mikami but he does not find it particularly funny. As far as improvements from prison clothes go, this is only a minor step upwards. He'll take it, but he won't be happy about it.
If you're still around the clergy housing hallways or in front of the door somewhere, he'll stop you. ]
Do you mind clarifying just what is going on here?
c.) to each their vice - bookstore
[ After a cursory sweep of the city that tells Mikami nothing other than that Europe is weird, he finds himself in the bookstore. Books are, by far, the most comforting thing in the whole town. He doesn't even want to read, it's just their presence that calms him down, and boy, he needs to calm down.
Which makes cooking coffee a little counter-intuitive, but he hasn't had a coffee in nearly a week and he's dying for one.
Come find this involuntary priest cosplayer downing black coffee with shaky hands, I guess. ]
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What is that smell?
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A, that will probably slip into B.
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Iago's quick to pull himself up and check over his appearance - mask first, then his clothes - and he pauses when his hands don't find his usual spell tome. He glances around on the ground for it before muttering something that's probably a curse. The piece of paper is new, though, and he's quick to read through it all while making a face.
Great. This is wonderful. This is absolutely what he should be doing right now. He's not even going to attempt to figure out where he is right now, because given what he can see from here, he's pretty damn sure this isn't anywhere in Nohr.
But fine. Fine. He can work with this. He's adaptable. To anyone else nearby waking up, he waves his hand a bit to indicate the city.]
Does any of this look familiar to you?
[Iago's voice is almost sarcastic, but the question really isn't supposed to be. The first order of business is to gather information, after all.
Later on, you can find him in the bookstore. Iago's already obtained a candle and has it held carefully so as not to light anything on fire, but he's looking through the books.]
Where are they...? Why don't they have any spell tomes here? I'd even take Fire at this point!
[...He doesn't seem to be aware he's no longer complaining to himself.]
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You know of magic? [Most humans seem sadly ignorant of the strange powers around them.]
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good morning to everyone except america
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So that's how he woke up, and he can be found off to one side of the square, sitting primly on a bench and just...doing what he can for his hair with one hand and reading over that note with the other, though it isn't long before that ends up sharply crumpled in his fist.]
"Survivors," please. Survivors of what?
[...anyway,
So he's been given a key, and he doesn't like any of this he imagines he night as well see what it goes to? God, normally he'd just tell somebody else to figure it out for him but he's not precisely interested in handing off anything that might be halfway important. He can be found at the clergy housing eventually, namely standing just inside Room XXIV and looking like he would rather go anywhere except further inside Room XXIV.]
So I have reason to believe this isn't mine...? I never even stayed inside the castle with the others, much less anything so...
[...so...so...
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room xxiv
He follows the voice and looks into the room, all while being polite enough not to barge on in. Consider yourself lucky.]
...Dreadful? [thanks, iago.] Not even the servants' quarters are this dismal.
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She's...fine. She feels fine. More than she has felt in a long time. Noelle looks down and slowly stands up, moving like she's not used to her legs. Tentatively she steps forward, stumbling and falling to the cobblestone floor again]
Crap!
[Noelle stands up again, still wobbly]
Why is there so much fog...? Is this...Brockton Bay?
[Brockton Bay didn't have an opera house, did it?]
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[ ...Rideaux isn't sure which part of this is the most disorienting. That the white moon is back in the sky in place of Canaan; that he's apparently in some country that shouldn't even exist in his world; that he's able to stand up at all.
He's a little tentative with that last part, actually, rising to his feet a bit more slowly and unsteadily than usual, as if he's expecting his limbs to give out at any moment.
Hm. ]
b. tram station
[ The nearest tram station is the first place he thinks to check, because if he wants to try to figure out where the hell this city is relative to anywhere else, he should at least be able to find a posted map or something that would cover a wider area, right?
Apparently not! What's the point of even riding on one of these things, then?
He crosses his arms, looking with disapproval at the tram that's stopped there. It looks pretty outdated and rickety anyway, at least compared to the sleek trains he's used to. ]
How is anyone even supposed to travel to other cities if none of the trains go further than this place's borders?
c. opera house
[ ...And once it gets closer to 6, he will definitely be heading to the circled location, because whatever is going on, he has no intention of dying now.
He'll give anyone else who's shown up so far a brief once-over, evaluating them as much as he can from a first glance. ]
So, who do you think we're waiting for?
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[Hi, Rideaux. There's a young woman with long hair, examining the outside of the tram like she expected it to be a trap of some sort]
What I'm surprised about is that it works. You'd think they'd want to break any kind of transportation to spite us.
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At least he has a note, though it's...]
That's not very illuminating, is it?
[...Yeah.
If he notices he's not actually alone, he'll be raising a hand in greeting and trying to seem like he's not all that fussed by what's going on. Best to keep calm, before you have all the facts. After this meeting, he can...begin to come up with a plan. Confident in that, he gives his companion a nod and turns to start exploring the city.
He can be found just about anywhere, though he seems most curious about the clock tower and housing. At the clock tower he looks through the pamphlets, reading up on the history of this place. He's never heard of Krakow, or Poland, so it's an odd confirmation that something incredibly strange is going on. And, naturally, at housing he seems most curious about the kitchen and pantry than the actual room he's staying in.
Sometimes it just be that way.]
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hello to you too, ignis. ]
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Of course, after opening his eyes and looking at his surroundings, that assumption is discarded for... a general feeling of confusion, given that he is in some unfamiliar city and surrounded by, well, mostly strangers.]
What on earth...
[He reads the note with a furrowed brow, then scans the other... survivors, looking for someone specific who doesn’t actually seem to be present. He is... uncertain of whether that is a good thing or a bad thing.
Well, he may as well address those present to see what they know.]
...I presume the rest of you are as confused about as I am, then? Is anyone familiar with our surroundings?
[Presumably they’ll get answers at the opera house... well, he hopes so, anyway. He really can’t make sense of this situation as it is... though, he supposes he might be able to find more answers through exploration. Maybe there will be residents other than themselves? Maybe?
...given his affiliation, after a bit of poking around elsewhere, he finds himself drawn to the church, which is a trip and a half, really. The iconography and art style is all familiar, but the figures depicted really aren’t. It’s, uh, kind of unnerving? Especially when he picks up what he presumes to be a holy book and can read it, despite it being in a completely unfamiliar language. He’ll just... see what he can figure out from the gosh darned Bible or something. He’s kind of distracted by how goddamn weird this all is, so you can find him sitting in a pew there and reading until shortly before it’s time to meet up at the opera house.]
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"Independence day"... [Why can he read that?? Having already read his note, he's a bit stiff. But he should respond to this person.]
I'm not actually familiar, but I know what this says. Not sure why... did we cover this area in school? It looks like it's part of Europia, but that's all I have.
[With that musing out of the way, he turns toward Seteth.]
Did you get a note too? One that calls you a Survivor.
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church ahoy
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Still... he's admittedly pretty damn dazed. Even more so as he reads the note, but he cracks a smile. ]
"As good as dead," huh? Wouldn't be the first time.
[ shiro no!!!!
Either way, he leaves the room, and uh. Wow. This definitely isn't anything he's used to; he's used to vast expanses of space, planets with more spread-out places, so this... with everything closer together, it feels almost claustrophobic. He'll deal though. He's fine. Definitely.
He can be found around the main market square for the most part, though in the bookstore... ]
At least we've got coffee. [ thank god!!
Otherwise, he's definitely still around. If he comes across someone, he'll give them a tentative, but no doubt friendly, smile. ]
I'd ask if you were doing alright, but that might not be the best question. Faring okay?
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We do?! Where is he?
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Shiro still doesn't deserve this.jpg
it's fine!!!
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It takes some time for Zangetsu to get his bearings. For one thing, this is definitely not where he should be. The city he was used to did have nights, yes, but they were never this dark -- the moon in Ichigo's inner world shone as brightly as the sun. The gravity here was all off, as well... the buildings were in a much more vertical position than he was used to, with an old-world European style he had never seen before.
And all that paled in comparison to how dull and numb he felt. If there were any other souls in the area, he couldn't feel them. If there were spirit particles in the air, he couldn't utilize them. An attempt to summon up some spiritual energy in his hand fails, and he can't find or summon his blade form. It felt like the thick fog that hung around the city has permeated his soul, as well
With a groan, he makes his way to the candle shop first]
Eugh... it smells so weird in here. [he takes a candle and sniffs it... then gags, overpowered by the sugar sweet smell of... "Caramel Apple"? Did apples really smell this way?!] Aren't there any candles in here that DON'T smell like pure sugar?! I just want LIGHT!
[what a strange young man. His skin is almost as pale as his white outfit, and he has black bar-like markings over his dark eyes, peering out with almost luminous yellow irises. A pair of blade-like obsidian colored horns are probably his most outstanding feature]
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[Says Ulquiorra, who just walked in with a candle. It's also lit, flame flickering softly over both of them and what at this point looks like a candle graveyard considering everything else is sitting there stone cold. His snake-like eyes watch the Hollow-like creature that resembles Kurosaki Ichigo with some curiosity.
Nothing is ideal in this place, least of all the people he would have expected or wanted to find here. But beggars can never be choosers, especially in Hueco Mundo.
As for him, he looks exactly like himself, not a hair out of place somehow; the only thing that differs is the utter lack of spiritual pressure and the empty spot at his waist where Murciélago should have been.]
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MASTERMIND ARRIVAL 1/2
One, two, three spotlights set on strategic places of the lobby turn on. The spotlights all aim at a spot on the wall, a spot that was empty just a moment ago. Where before there was only elegant wallpaper, now there's two people: a woman and a man.
The man stays on the background, smiling enigmatically. He's tall, with short unruly, toffee-colored hair, and copper-horned glasses that give him some air of elegance. His attire, a slate colored sport coat with a canary yellow button up underneath paired with black slacks is a mix between business professional with a touch of way too damn bright.
The woman steps forward, grinning so widely, like she's having the time of her life. On her face there's a mask, covering one eye with a thick lens. The other eye, green and bright, looks at everyone with mirth. Her long blonde hair is almost as unruly as the man's, and she's dressed in yellow and golden like she's ready for the opera.]
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You may call me the Lady. The handsome man behind me is my assistant and bodyguard. [She raises a hand and starts counting with her fingers with every sentence she says:] Yes, I'm the one who brought you here. Yes, I'm the one who took away your powers. And yes, I'm the one who decides when you're leaving -- if you're leaving.
[She raises her other hand and starts counting with that one instead:]
No, you can't leave and there's no way out. No, I didn't take anyone else you know. And no, you cannot convince me to let you go.
[She lets her hands down]
And I do suggest you listen, or it will be troublesome for both of us. It is a pleasure to formally meet everyone, at least for me. I am 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐞𝐫." [His smile is almost apologetic, but not quite.
The Lady relaxes, turning serious immediately]
Now that I have covered the usual boring questions, how about you ask me the truly important questions?
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He stretches before turning to look over his shoulder--] Tha--ah? Ophilia?
[He makes quick work of looking one way, then the other, then in a full circle. As he completes his circle, the weight of his missing bag finally registers to him. No bag, no potions, mysteriously no friends, even though someone must have carried him into the city and woken him up. Ophilia and Olberic were the most likely, but they're not exactly easy to miss. Tressa or Therion might have taken his bag...? If they needed to leave him for some reason, they wouldn't have left the majority of his concoctions on him for safety's sake.
He ran a hand through his hair before ptting his pockets over. One ominous note later, and he starts towards the nearest person who might be able to point him in the right direction.]
Excuse me! You wouldn't've happened to see a group of people earlier? Like a tall learned fellow, or a lady in clothes for dancing?
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He's... not in Franse. His clothes are still splattered with blood, though it's hard to see with his black clothes. His chest still has pain, though at least he had that quack do his thing earlier, so hey there's not a hole going through his chest. And...
The corner of his lips twitches. Something's definitely wrong. He stands and tries to teleport away and-- nothing.
Well, that's... distressing.
He notices the piece of cloth with the key and note and nearly rolls his eyes. "Good as dead." As if he hasn't died already. "Survivors"... didn't sound great, but he'd see later what that is about. He doesn't feel any vibrations from ECMs, so it wasn't what was happening with his powers. Or rather the lack of them.
He crumples up the note into a fist. He's pretty pissed. He had things to do. And he had just gotten back from another dimension and now he was probably in another one. How utterly annoying.
He's feeling impatient, so he'll just go hang around the opera house, probably outside in the shadows so he can watch people arrive. And rest. Dealing with new enemies at his age was so tiring. With his luck it'd be another issue-ridden brat that wants to bend the world to his will. ]
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