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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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Dazai is there in a black suit looking both shorter and more covered in bandages from when Ango last saw him. His eyes are serious for a moment before they close as he gives a grin towards his friend. It's an expression from the past and missing any hint of a hidden motive. His body language is loose and his eyes still hold a certain spark there. There is a slight pause, as he takes in Ango's appearance. ]
You're here, too? I wonder what our kidnappers are thinking, hmm?
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But this. This is entirely unexpected.]
Dazai-kun...?
[The 'kun' hasn't been used in years, but seeing Dazai like that makes it slip out. He can't see that particular look without thinking of a certain time four years ago, back when the world was a simpler place.
At first Ango thinks Dazai is playing a cruel trick on him, but then he gets closer and realizes that Dazai is actually shorter than him. And that hasn't been the case for years, not since Dazai was a teenager.
Besides that, there's no denying that spark in Dazai's eyes. Dazai hasn't looked at him like that in years, and even a cruel joke would be missing that warmth.]
This- something isn't right here.
[He's not even going to bother explaining. Just as Dazai looks four years too young to his eyes, he's sure he looks four years too old to Dazai's.]
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The pause from Dazai is long, before he responds. ]
You really should relax. The stress is really aging you. Oh, I've come up with a recipe recently that'll do the trick.
[ He already knows he'll be shut down, but he's moving in closer to Ango. Lowering his voice as his expression turns to business. ]
How long has it been?
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[Yeah, it's shut down. But that familiarity makes a painful smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He missed this.]
It depends. What do you remember happening just before this?
[Sorry Dazai but you kept the same wardrobe for like three years, he needs some Yokohama events to get a timeline down. Given that Dazai is actually talking to him he assumes it's before 'That Incident', but beyond that he's not sure.]
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[ Holding a pot over a candle to cook for a loooong time.
Also rude. He asked first. His gaze darkens for a moment, before he's back to something like a smile. Dazai already knows there's a reason Ango is asking first. It's an impossible reason, unless his friend has been here for years after going missing. Or maybe an ability that can take people from different times? ]
You went missing. Odasaku is working really hard to find you.
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[He's gone missing, but they haven't found him yet. That certainly narrows down the timeline a bit then.]
There's roughly four years between you and me, then. Fortunately, as you can see now, I made it out of that incident alive and well.
[Please don't ask about Odasaku. He's going to have to lie if asked about Odasaku.]
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Four years, huh?
[ He can pick up there's more, but something tells him he really doesn't want to take that path yet. Shoving his hands back into his pockets again as he turns away.
Quietly: ] I'm glad you made it, Ango.
[ A glance back at his friend for a moment, before he gives a nod for him to follow. Time to go on a walk to figure shit out. ]
Have any ideas about where we are?
[ Dazai has some ideas, but it's hard to narrow down the exact location or how they were brought there. ]
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Somewhere in Europe, by my guess. The language on the signs isn't one I recognize, but the lettering is Latin. We're a long way from Yokohama, Dazai-kun.
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Dazai will be observing him to the best of his ability, but for now they have to find a way back or try to contact the boss. Time to head towards the storage. ]
Maybe East Europe.
[ He's heading back towards the storage area, intending on searching for some way to communicate or maybe his stuff. ]
The note calls us Survivors. Makes you wonder if the others they brought here didn't survive.
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I find that difficult to believe. I can think of a dozen people who should have had better survival skills than me just based on their abilities.
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They could have picked the wording thinking it'll trick us into compliance then.
[ It's kind of funny.
When they get there... it looks like it's cleaning supplies in there. Bleach, toiletries, sponges.. he eyes the bleach bottle for a moment ]
cw: suicide talk
[Sorry Dazai, but he knows you.]
They could have picked that wording on purpose, but what do they gain from tricking us? And they seem to have genuinely changed our abilities too.
cw: suicide talk
What if we use it to make a bomb?
[ you know BOOM. ]
We'll find out more when we meet them.
[ From the expression he's wearing, it looks like he finds it pretty interesting. ]
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[Finding people interesting is probably better than finding chemicals interesting, lbr here.]
sorry i'm sick
Really? Maybe I can use it on our gracious hosts then.
[ Whomever they are.
This whole thing is pretty interesting to him, even if he's planning on eliminating everyone involved in their kidnapping. ]
Doesn't seem like there's much here.
it's ok, get well soon
[Don't mind him as he takes note of what is available to them. It might come in handy later.]
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[ Picking up a garbage bag to start gathering a few bars of soap and bleach into it. Pausing to check out the other supplies. Snagging a sponge. ]
See any bandages?
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