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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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[apothecares]

[Alfyn springs up more energetically than one would think possible, considering he was just laid out on the ground. It's almost as though he really has spent a lot of time sleeping on the ground, as well as waking up suddenly.

He stretches before turning to look over his shoulder--] Tha--ah? Ophilia?

[He makes quick work of looking one way, then the other, then in a full circle. As he completes his circle, the weight of his missing bag finally registers to him. No bag, no potions, mysteriously no friends, even though someone must have carried him into the city and woken him up. Ophilia and Olberic were the most likely, but they're not exactly easy to miss. Tressa or Therion might have taken his bag...? If they needed to leave him for some reason, they wouldn't have left the majority of his concoctions on him for safety's sake.

He ran a hand through his hair before ptting his pockets over. One ominous note later, and he starts towards the nearest person who might be able to point him in the right direction.]

Excuse me! You wouldn't've happened to see a group of people earlier? Like a tall learned fellow, or a lady in clothes for dancing?

[puperoni]

Clothes for dancing... like a dress? Or a skirt? Or is there something better to dance in? [ Hello Alfyn! Pizza is in red and greens so he's pretty easy to spot and just as bright as a traffic light in many ways. ]

[apothecares]

Naw, it was brightly colored and flowing, and a bit on the thin side for the chill here. Had some jingly bits to clink and ring as she danced to music.

[He could feel the chill in his arms and back still, so if Primrose is still here, there's no way she's not feeling it even worse.]

[puperoni]

Ahh that sounds really cute! Maybe I can get one of those jingly-bit thingies for Cheese!

[ That's what we're calling Prim's outfit now, f. ]

Oh, but I haven't seen anyone dressed in jingles. I'm sure I would've noticed!

[apothecares]

They're not the most practical clothes for fightin' in, but Prim always enjoys 'em anyway. I figured she'd be my friend that would be more memorable, but no luck there I guess.

[puperoni]

[ Pizza looks Alfyn up and down, then nods. ]

You fight a lot, huh? Are you a knight and Prim is your princess?

[reanbeans]

[ He had been just walking by when he heard the questions, but shook his head. ]

No, not really. Are those two friends of yours?

[apothecares]

Yes! I was traveling with them and a couple others, but the others don't stick out near as much in a town like this.

[reanbeans]

I could help you look for them?

[ Because of course, Rean has to volunteer his help without a single thought... ]

[apothecares]

That would be super kind of you! I can help you in return, if you need it?

[reanbeans]

Only if you really want to. I'm not really asking for anything in return.

[ He'll smile. He was just like this, apparently. ]

How about we start searching the clock tower first?

[p_q]

[He doesn't really appreciate the sudden pop-up of this broomhead interrupting his leisurely and ultimately pointless stroll through Anonymous Human City #53 (to be fair, he'll get to the name sooner or later, but it's not especially important; what's important is that it's not a proper name nor where he should be).

So he keeps walking, in the scant hope that the spinning fool will miss him in the midst of his dervish act -- unfortunately, it's not to be. Ulquiorra ultimately doesn't pause, because he is indeed the type to abandon a random dude in a city neither of them know.]

There are plenty of groups even in this empty city. Continue babbling like a fool and you'll have them on you sooner or later.

[apothecares]

[Hello obviously knowledgeable sir, if the pointed walking is any indication. Excuse him, as Alfyn takes this chance to jog up and fall into step.]

Does that mean you saw some like my friends? It's pretty odd that they weren't around when I woke.

[p_q]

[Wow?? It's not his fault he's taken to walking like a suburban mom in the groceries aisle lately. He used to be way more of an aimless wanderer!! This is character development!! ... Even if it's birthing countless misunderstandings, or something. Whatever. Whatever!!

Alfyn's sudden and (let's be real) not unexpected decision to group up with him gets a brief exhale that could be a sigh if you squinted and then a very definite side-eye. He speeds up, probably fruitlessly, but one does not show weakness to these types.]

It does not mean anything of the sort. Even if I were to meet them, I wouldn't have taken note of them. I doubt they are of interest to me.

[apothecares]

[You've made a friend Ulquiorra!! He definitely speeds up in time with you, and feels very much like he's following a color inverted Therion as he does it.]

Aw shucks. That's not very nice of you. Everyone has something interesting and unique to 'em, if you get to know 'em.

[p_q]

[Not that! Anything but that!!

Yeah, he's used to having a shadow or two -- can't get through Las Noches without them -- but normally he at least has access to Sonido when he's had enough. This is the reason he's going to like, spend the rest of his stay here on rooftops and various high places like the bat he used to be, it's clearly going to be all Alfyn's fault--

The side-eye intensifies, then he looks away altogether. Still speeding up. They're at an impressive power-walk at this point and his coattails are definitely fluttering dramatically.]

Clearly, your standard for interesting and unique and mine aren't the same. I don't have a use for most people.

[twoasone]

[ This is a man with strange markings on his face who looks almost as confused as you are... He has realized one thing, though. ]

If you're looking for your friends, I doubt they'd be here. We seem to have been taken hostage.

[apothecares]

...Taken hostage? Apart from being here, this doesn't look like much of a hostage situation.

[twoasone]

Did you find a threatening letter on your person?

[apothecares]

[Time to pat down his pockets!! He didn't even think to check. Usually anything important is in his (currently missing) bag.]

A... key? And a note. [A quick skim of the surprisingly legible words, and--] Ah. I see whatcha mean. And ya think they've only taken one person from a group of eight?

[He, personally, was in a group of eight at least.]

[contrabandit]

[ hello, near person. ]

As a tall, learned fellow, I can't say I know you. Unless for some reason, you are actually looking for me. If that's the case: why? And also: stranger danger, stranger danger. Help, police!

[apothecares]

[Alfyn is carefully going to ignore the "police" comment, whatever that is.]

You're a bit short to be the learned fellow I was looking for, although it's nice to meet you! I'm Alfyn.

[contrabandit]

[ A BIT SHORT . . . elliot puffs up to his full height, which is is a very reasonable height for his age, thanks!! ]

I can't say the same. You obviously lack sound judgement and should not be let out in public!

[apothecares]

Aw shucks, that's not that nice of a thing to say. How can I help heal people if I can't go out in public?

[contrabandit]

Have you considered that maybe there's a correlation between you being outside and people needing to be "healed."