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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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[The Lady raises her eyebrows]
Perhaps my speeches aren't up to expectations?
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And my compliments to this rather large prison you've given us for that matter. [ He's used to much smaller. ]
So, is this a last man standing kind of deal or are you gonna stop at a certain amount of people dead?
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I imagine some of you will be left alive. I do hope that, some of you are full of so much potential it'd be a shame to see it wasted in your death.
[She shrugs]
But I'm not the one who decides who lives and who dies, so I'm leaving this up to you all.
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[ A pause. ]
How... entirely lazy. [ He's one to talk. ]
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Fairness is a flawed concept anyway! I know that if my life were in danger, I would want to have the deck stacked against everyone else. Even now I'm above all of you, in more ways than one!
[She seems to consider like the powers everyone received does make things fairer, yet useless against her]
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You're just a coward.
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This is not worth discussing.
[You're not wrong, Hyoubu. You're not wrong at all.
She's so offended she even refuses to acknowledge him further. That's a feat, really]
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