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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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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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Don't touch me!
[She screams, trying to make herself as small as possible. She seems normal again, but she can't be sure. If someone touches her, and her powers kick in...well they won't be survivors for much longer, will they]
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You seemed unsteady. I only wished to help.
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But despite that, she realizes she's being incredibly rude. This is one of the first interaction she's had in a long time that wasn't entirely awful to experience, she doesn't want to screw that up.
Instead, she manages to stand up, looking down at the cobblestones]
I'm sorry about that, I just hate being touched.
[Nowadays she does, at least]
Thank you, I appreciate you wanting to help. I just am feeling uneasy about everything.
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Who wouldn't...? Especially when we don't know how we got here. I was in the middle of something, and I may not have been the only one.
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So, what can you do? You got anything that'll get us away from here?
[She may have acquired a distate for superpowers, but if it'll solve the situation instantly then by all means, go ahead! Can you fly, teleport, maybe have super deduction that'll show a way out?]
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[She points at the bookstore building]
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I actually felt some strain from that...as if my form was too heavy for these wings. [Curse you physics!]
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[Forget being courteous, this information is extremely relevant to her! She wants to know all about that!]
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[Now that she takes a good look around...]
...it looks too nice to be Brockton Bay...thank god.
[She's so relieved she's not there, if only because...that means she's far away from everyone she knew]
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[She doesn't even know how most of it looks like]
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[It wasn't too bad of a fall by itself, but if whatever knocked everyone out also caused her to hit her head, standing up again so fast isn't advisable.]
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[For once in recent memory, she's alright. She blinks a few times, surprised]
I'm sorry, it's just that it's been so long since I could just...walk around. It's a long story.
[And a huge cause of concern, really]
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[Sorry Noelle, looks like Alfyn is assuming you've been recently released from someone's capture (apparently just to get captured again, RIP)]