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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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[reanbeans]

[ He'll step forward, expression set, serious and calm. ]

...And how exactly would you go about deciding 'when' or 'if' we're leaving, assuming we're going to just play along with all of this?

[ Which he'd like to say they don't, but he knew he can't speak for everyone here. ]

[soulspice]

This will be over when I get what I want. Playing along is the only way to ensure this will go well -- so if you can kill each other as quickly as possible, then please do so. I would rather this to not take more than a couple months, at most.

[reanbeans]

[ He'll clench a fist. It seemed that she had no intention of allowing any other way for them to achieve freedom. ]

...

You won't get away with this.

[ He's sure of it. Even if it's not by his own hands (though by the goddess he'll give his utmost great efforts), he couldn't imagine they'll be allowed to succeed in all of this. ]

[dominioned]

[ Though he's engaged in other conversations, this sparks his interest. ]

How predictable, Rean Schwarzer.

[reanbeans]

[ He didn't glare—his gaze was more challenging than anything. ]

Because you were expecting me to say something like that?

[ If that's the case, he couldn't be surprised. It wouldn't be too out of the realm of possibility for them to know about the people here, whether that be from spying prior to kidnapping or otherwise. ]

[dominioned]

Was I wrong to expect it of the Ashen Chevalier, the famous war hero? [ That's almost sing song. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Wow, rude. ]

I'm no war hero, and you know that.

[dominioned]

Yet it's what they call you. [ Listen you're talking to the wrong person here about your notoriety, probably. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Rean definitely was. Wouldn't be the first time...!! ]

I know that. [ ... ] Your taunting won't distract from the fact that people won't just roll over and let you two do whatever you want.

[ At least, not everyone. ]

[dominioned]

Not everyone, no. [ Looking over to the "okay can I just kill now to go home pile". ] But a fair amount of you don't seem completely opposed to the idea.

[reanbeans]

Yeah, I have eyes and ears, so I noticed that.

[ Unfortunately, and it wasn't like just one person—he suspected that the selection was somewhat purposeful, however. ]

[dominioned]

[ Guess who's getting two claps! Rean! At least the sound is muffled due to his gloves. ]

Congratulations. Shall I offer you a reward?

[reanbeans]

Even if you weren't being sarcastic, a reward from you wouldn't even be worth accepting.

[ After everything they're trying to get them all to do, it wasn't a surprise Rean saw them on such a low level now. ]

[dominioned]

[ He brings a hand to his chest. ]

Dear me, the sarcasm only applied to the interjection. But if you truly feel that way, that's too bad.

[moonfang]

If you want to kill everyone so fast, why not give us back our powers and let the last man standing go home? This place'd be painted in blood in no time!

[soulspice]

You have to do it by my own rules, dear. That's why I took away the powers you had and gave you something in its place.

[moonfang]

Rules, rules, rules. If it's a massacre you want, why do you even need rules, huh? ... oh.... I get it. Is it some kinda ritual?

[soulspice]

Do you see anything indicating a ritual? Is it the deaths part? Please, tell me more. That's a fascinating leap of logic.

[She seems more than willing to theorize about stuff, haha]

[moonfang]

[he seems to be enjoying himself, at least]

Well, rules, for one thing! What is a ritual is not a complicated game, right? If it were as easy as just killin', there'd be no need to pull a switcheroo on all our powers, for you to pull people in from all over the place -- supposedly, anyway --, for all this pomp and circumstance. So there's gotta be some meaning to the actions. That makes it a ritual, don't it?

[soulspice]

Alright, not too bad of a logic. [She puts a hand on her chin] Any ideas waht the result of this so-called ritual will be?

[moonfang]

Power, of course. There's something you want but don't have the power to obtain, and this whatever-it-is will get you what you want.

[soulspice]

Isn't that too predictable?

[A bloody ritual for power sounds so cliche, she thinks]

[moonfang]

Predictable, but ya know, there's a saying in the medical field -- when ya hear hoofbeats, you think horses and not zebras. Common shit happens commonly.