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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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Even though we've only received just a note from them so far, what's your impression of our captors?
[ Even if he assumed it wouldn't be a good one, he was wondering what the other thought. It helped pass the time, at least. ]
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They're not trying to hide how nasty they are. There's at least two threats in their note.
And for some reason, they're holding us in this prison called a town. Likely watch to their new little toys.
[ But he'll leave what all those implies to the other. ]
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[ And he was about to say something but now he's noticed something on the other's shirt and because of the lightning was dubious he missed it before.
His calm expression turn to something resembling surprise and concern. ]
That blood on your shirt—is that yours?
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[ Don't worry, these stains aren't anyone else. And he's fine. ]
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You're not injured, are you?
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A doctor saw to me before... [ He gestures vaguely to this place. ] Though he's a quack, there's no need to worry.
[ And he hopes somewhere in the universe Sakaki lets out a giant sneeze. He would actually finish the job himself now that he had some sort of rest and not in the middle of battle but you know. Powers. And not them working. ]
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If it was so soon, then after this you should get as much rest as possible.
[ Normally he'd say now, but it was possible for the other to oversleep if he did head somewhere to lie down, and the note did have a threat about tardiness. ]
...And please let me know if you need anything. Since we're both in the same situation, I think we'll have to rely on each other at least a little.
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I don't need help.
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[ Emotionally, definitely. Physically... well. He wasn't going to go on about his troubles to complete strangers. ]
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That sure is a scar from a bullet in the head he was looking at here. ]
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...His concern did remain regardless, but Rean did his best to temper it, pulling his expression into something neutral. ]
I understand.
But still, my offer still stands, if you ever feel like taking it. Not because I think you're incapable of taking care of yourself or anything, but when it comes down to it, we're in the same situation. It'd make it easier on us to work together in our predicament, I think.
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Duly noted.
You needn't worry. If we got out of this talk with these people, I would've gone to crash into bed straight away.
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Haha, that's good to know.
[ And sort of bridging away from the topic of rest and Hyobu's condition, since Rean didn't think there was anymore to discuss there... ]
...I can't say I'm expecting to know how this talk will go at all, but I doubt it's going to be anything remotely smooth.
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[ But, he'll hope to Aidios that somehow it didn't get too out of hand...such as suddenly a brawl happening. ]
Oh, and since we're going to be dealing with all of this together, how about some introductions? My name is Rean Schwarzer.
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[ He puts his hands in his pockets and thinks about it a bit. ] Kyousuke Hyoubu, probably for you.
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Despite fantasy weaboo status]Then, it's nice to meet you, Kyousuke. I hope we can both get out of this as soon as possible.
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Yes, I'm sure we've all got much better things to do than be stuck here.
[ Or maybe not. Good for those people then. ]
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[ Though even if they hadn't, he'd still have so many things he'd need to get done. ]
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[ He hasn't even gotten home to the Catastrophe. ]