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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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I have read all about you, dear. Your life, your goals, and your actions have all been laid bare to me. And because of that, I think going into detail right here and now about what I can offer you is unwise for both of us.
[She gives a smile. It's not kind, but at least it's not of scorn -- as genuine as someone like the Lady can give]
I'm actually looking forward to seeing if you'll accept my proposal once I feel it's time to give it, Rideaux. You're destined for great things, after all. Don't let those great things end because you died in some random city in a world that isn't even yours.
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I don't intend to.
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What are you, anyway? Humans, spirits?
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Do I seem like a spirit to you? An evil spirit, coming to cause havoc to the world? A fairy, perhaps?
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No, no, what you see is purely human. [She turns around, 360°] No spirit from beyond, no fairy. We humans are capable of so much, to the point where some would even say we're not human anymore.
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[ He's heard plenty about what humans are capable of -- Bisley had always been partial to that particular talking point -- but he's not quite sure what to make of that last part. ]
Well. I'll be waiting to hear your offer, I suppose.