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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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[inordertobelieve]

None of them would be pleased if they found out the truth. You please nobody but yourself.

[dominioned]

Are you quite sure? There are so many sinners and ignorant fools in the world.

[inordertobelieve]

Even scum won't appreciate being tricked by other scum.

[dominioned]

Well, yes but... [ He cants his head to the side. ] If they're dead before they realize does it matter?

[inordertobelieve]

[ Well, then are they really pleased? Is that really people pleasing? Mikami does not think Rembrandt's word usage is exactly consistent, but he's also not here to be a pedant at semantics. That's a waste of breath. ]

You disgust me.

[dominioned]

[ Mayhaps that's an argument for another day. ]

Come now, you'll hurt my feelings.

[inordertobelieve]

[ If looks could kill...........

Mikami has no further response other than his death glare. There is only so much energy he is willing to invest in speaking to somebody he considers better off dead. ]

[dominioned]

[ Ouch, that death glare. Apparently Rembrandt doesn't know when to shut up though because he adds rather jovially. ]

That really isn't the way to treat someone who saved your life, you know.

[inordertobelieve]

Saved my life from what? You've done precious little to explain this 'survivor' concept to us.

[ As for saving him from prison... this might be the one thing that is just as bad. ]

[dominioned]

We haven't, no. But you— [ He points, gloved hand with a sharp smile. ] are an exception in and of yourself.

...ah, or is it possible you didn't know what fate had in store for you?

[inordertobelieve]

[ Judging from the confusion flashing over Mikami's face, no, he had no idea. 'An exception'? That's how he always felt, his whole life, but it's taking on more and more literal meanings later. ]

What are you getting at?

[dominioned]

I wonder.

[ A beat. ]

It's really not all that complicated. If we hadn't taken you, you would have died in... [ Tapping his finger against his bottom lip. ]

Six days.

[inordertobelieve]

You... you can't know that.

[ Or can they? In a world reigned by Kira, the idea of a time of death being pre-determined doesn't seem all that absurd. God can kill whenever, whoever.

God is dead.

The thought that Mikami has been trying so hard not to have presses to the forefront of his mind again. A young man, in a puddle of his own blood. People in suits all around, the word 'Kira' on their lips, full of disdain. Confusion, disorientation, prison. What would those people arrest him for? Those people who would look upon that corpse with disdain?

There's one option.

And no, God isn't dead. Merely the avatar of a divine principle has passed.

And Mikami.... where does that leave Mikami...? Where does that leave the things he can't recall? ]

[dominioned]

I can, and I do. Your heart already knows I speak the truth. [ He's watching carefully, his own words more careful still. ]

[inordertobelieve]

[ He does know. He already knew in his prison cell, deep down, that he's done something that deserves... punishment. If the dead man (Light Yagami - why does he know this?)... if he'd truly been Kira and if he died, in front of Mikami, then he'd failed. At something. Somehow. How could he let his God die? His God, whose entire memory feels bitter to him. That face that attracts and disgusts him equally....

Punishment. It was coming.

That's easier to believe than he wants it to be.

And yet... ]

How could you possibly know? I understand you've done your research on all of us. You know about who I am, my life, my preferences... But this? That's beyond human comprehension. Why should I believe you?

[dominioned]

Research? Yes it was research... [ Wherever the Lady is during one of her many diatribes she's getting a pointed glance and then a sigh. ]

I believe you answered your own question. [ "Human." ]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Yeah, he's done. That's enough of these mind-games. ]

You're an apparition. Neither you nor her will ever stand to be divine.

[ And with that he whirls around to leave because boy, this is... something he's... going to need some time stomaching. ]

[soulspice]

Some would say I'm plenty divine.

[She says with velvety voice. Nobody asked, Lady. Having done her interjection, she continues messing with the rest of the Survivors.

Continue if you'd like, Rembrandt]

[dominioned]

[ ... ]

Call me whatever you like. Until next time, or until Fate catches up to you. She does hate to be cheated.

[inordertobelieve]

[ Fate is a she? How familiar. But whether or not that means something, Mikami is not going to stop to figure it out now.

He's leaving the opera house and turning in for the night. ]