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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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[He's still kind of stuck on the in space thing.
He nods as Shiro comes closer, noting the lack of an arm - it seems like he had some sort of prosthetic that was cut off, which is strange - and that the man is just slightly taller than him.
Significantly broader, though.]
It appears not. Canned goods and pre-processed foods seem to be all we're left with.
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Shiro lets out a quiet chuckle. ]
Just like being back in school, so I can adjust pretty well. [ He looks to Ignis fully, now, and he offers his hand. ] I'm Shiro, by the way.
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[He returns the handshake, looking a bit ruffled.]
Ignis.
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[ He pulls his hand away, smiling lightly. ]
Nice to meet you, Ignis.
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I don't think most people are, in college. Cooking is something of a hobby of mine, though I don't think there's much I can do with what we have.
[He nods.]
Pleasure to meet you as well, though I'd much rather different circumstances.
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[ A nod, too. ]
You're not the only one. I'm all for meeting new people, but... this is something else entirely.
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[He smiles, briefly.]
This is...not something I trust. I'm sure we'll get unsatisfactory answers at this meeting.
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[ But his expression turns a little more sober. ]
Yeah... the note I had doesn't exactly instill a lot of confidence.
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[He will do him best!!
And, yes.]
It does the opposite of that. [Sighs.] But there's no point in theorizing yet. Whatever we're dealing with, it's powerful.
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[ He lets out a breath. ]
Except that a lot of us have been brought here for.... some reason.
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