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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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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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Interesting.
[ Anything similar to a chromatus transformation could potentially explain most of that, at least, though he doesn't know what kind of equivalent there could be to it. Maybe that's what the Lady had meant by "not human anymore"? Then again, he'd asked her if the two of them were human, and she'd really only answered for herself, so maybe they're different from each other in that respect.
Or maybe she's just completely full of shit and neither of them are human at all, which he has no trouble believing. ]
Well, let's keep an eye out for any other... special characteristics they may have.