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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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Hhhh....
[But this choke hold is pretty serious so he will just be like this. So, yeah, basically. He'll think about his failures later.]
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Then let us go, before we are beyond—what is it called? Fashionably late? [ Zoom off they go, Rembrandt is going to seriously run through the streets with Suzaki like a misbehaving kitten until they get to the Opera House. And unceremoniously he goes onto the floor. ]
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For a moment, he just looks confused... but seeing Rembrandt is there with him too, he sighs in resignation.]
Ugh... now what?
[he has no idea what he missed, but he's here. Sitting up a bit painfully now, but he doesn't look TOO bad, especially for being 'as good as dead.']
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[Does he sound disappointed? It's hard to say. His expression remains as doom and gloom as ever, so maybe that's close enough. He certainly doesn't look especially pleased to see Suzaku or his dog handler.]
Is it that your threats don't hold water, or that you're not very good at working within the parameters you set yourself?
[That's definitely aimed at their hosts.]
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[She glared at Suzaku]
I wanted to find how many of you were hardheaded enough to not listen to a clear threat -- which ones of you lacked the necessary intelligence and self-preservation to dare to do something in the face of someone who is clearly at advantage.
I'm pleased to see that of all of you, only one decided to be so stupid. That's a nice ratio. Yes, leaving aside how a few of you being grating, you're all a splendid bunch.
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Not a very helpful test, if you were simply hoping to assemble useful killers.
[Is he just here to wall-lean and judge every single decision she makes? I mean, that's probably his job description now that he's (temporarily) self-employed. Deal with it.]
And if you think the threat was what the majority responded to, I have doubts about your vision.
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[He just reworded it so it didn't sound like he was agreeing. Yes, he is that petty of a bitch.]
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[he's surrounded by smirking assholes on a regular basis you ain't shit]
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I have to disagree with your overall reasoning. Risking my life to keep the rest safe is my job. Also, I could not truly know the advantages you held until I called your bluff, miss.
[he does feel kind of stupid though, he's wincing as he talks because his foot is bleeding.]
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SIGH ]
If you need assistance after this, I am a trained medic. I won't offer every time if you keep getting yourself into trouble, though.
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Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. I wouldn't want to become a burden... [He was expecting this to be more all-or-nothing, frankly.]
This is just from kicking him. I didn't think his body would be so tough.
[he's glancing over at where he stabbed him more successfully, though. he could have gotten more hits in if he'd kept his distance... but he's probably lost his advantage.]
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That is unexpected. Did it still feel like you were attacking a human, or...?
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[normally he would ask "what else could it be" but he just learned what immortals are so he's keeping an open mind to bullshit.]
He seemed faster than any I'd seen. And I'm not sure, but he might have been able to see in the dark. I was hidden pretty well in the subway tunnel, but he still found out where I was.
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Orders are orders.
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[Most people would probably say the Lady is a diva and Rembrandt is the more down-to-earth one in this particular performance dynamic; and in that sense he might be easier to deal with. In Ulquiorra's world, though, both are equally irritating. It's not been long enough, but if it's anything like an Espada-Fracción rapport then he truly isn't being paid enough for this.
Incidentally is he just wearing that stab wound the whole time lol..... because Ulquiorra is going to visibly judge that?? What kinda muscle are you, bro.]
You're confident in your numbers.
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I would prefer a different moniker, but yes I suppose that is more or less accurate. [ Live your judging life Ulquiorra! The blood stain and singe is still very much there, what with so little time to change clothes after all. ]
We are, yes. Is it surprising?
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[He calls it like he sees it?? Sometimes entirely literally, but sometimes just to be a lowkey shit like he's being in this instance. He takes note of the injury and its likely source; he's not real impressed with anyone involved, but perhaps the fool on the floor is useful for something or other.
They can yeet him the next time they really want to experiment with their hosts, clearly. He didn't even need encouragement this time, after all.]
... It's not surprising. You've managed to be an inconvenience, which might be the most surprising thing.
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[ Touche really, but it doesn't seem he's so easily tempted or impulsive like the fool on the floor. ]
Our apologies, truly. But unfortunately droll procedures need to be adhered to in certain circumstances and so forth. But is that all Ulquiorra? An inconvenience?
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Please tell me you did not do anything too reckless...
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When I searched, I didn't find anything that looked like it could activate and kill remotely, so I waited in the subway tunnel to see what who come. I believed I could take advantage of the darkness to defeat whoever it was.
[he still doesn't know Rembrandt's name, but he'll glance at him.]
He's pretty strange. His speed is inhuman, and it seemed like he could see in the dark. His skin is like armor too... It caught me off-guard. If it weren't for that, maybe I could have done more damage.
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[.......well it's not like he doesn't know a bunch of weird people, and he's encountered weirder here, so]
It was reckless to try and do that by yourself, but at least you got out of it with your life and some valuable information about what it is we're dealing with here.
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Speaking of information... I noticed you approached from the door outside. Were you leaving early?
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I have already heard everything they've had to say. I do not need to hear any more.
[PUSHES DOWN INTERNAL SCREAMING...]