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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. )
clock towerrr
[Tonelessly, for the most part -- he also has a lit candle in hand, handling it easily and stepping lightly, though at present he's just waiting in a put-upon way that only shows mildly in his response. But hey, at least they have more than one source of light. Not that Arrancar especially need it to navigate at night.
But given that he's newly nerfed he has to be slightly more cautious. Terrible.]
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[ raven, on the other hand, says it with some sass before she starts heading downward. but like him, she's also hating the fact that she needs to be more careful. she could have easily turned into her bird form and gone down these steps with ease, but nah. they just can't have nice things.
on the way down, though, she'll say something very pointedly: ]
You don't look human.
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[It's not quite to the level of a hmph but possibly more dismissive than a proper acknowledgment -- it's fine, there's certainly sass to go around even if his is infinitely quieter. He's watching his step, especially given that while the Espada uniform is what he wears in the ridiculously variable halls of Las Noches, Las Noches is also a whole hell of a lot cleaner than here.
Less slick, dusty, or overall hazardous. Environmentally, anyway. There's an exhale when she speaks up again some ways down, that sounds a little more sardonic than he did moments ago, though he doesn't pause.]
I'd hope not.
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And what makes you say that?
[ her tone is mostly curious, slightly condescending. ]
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He's learned to tolerate the endless chatter that many others and many Arrancar seem to insist on using to fill the air, the endless halls of Las Noches and its endless night; and likewise the night here has some of the same flavor. So maybe that's why he hasn't met a single person who knew how to shut up since he got here. Never mind their situation.]
Because I am not and have never been human, and have no interest in such a thing.
[Two can play at the condescension game, especially since he's literally on the higher step.]