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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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[raventhaw]

[ raven wakes up on pavement. it wouldn't be the first time. she collects herself, quickly fighting off a dizzy spell, and the moment she realizes she's not where she's supposed to be she reaches for her sword. which...isn't hoisted at her side. she gasps, looks down, and realizes she's defenseless. well. item-wise, anyway.

she walks around, surveying her surroundings before she reads the note she's been given. her heels clack on the pavement as she inspects the nap, scowling at the (empty?) threat from the person who is presumably her captor.

she resists the urge to crumple it up into pieces. instead, she slides it in the waistband of her skirt.

she looks over at someone in town square who is struggling to get up along with the rest of the "survivors". whether it's because they're dizzy, sore, or just plain lazy, raven looks down at them and puts her hands on her hips. ]

Get up.

[ alternatively, you can find her at the clock tower, heading towards the basement with the steep steps. she has a candle in hand, presumably from the candle shop, that's lit but only provides so much light. she looks down at the steps, and should she sense someone else hovering behind her, she won't even turn her head to say: ]

If you intend on following me, watch your step.

[twoasone]

Of course...

[He had intended to speak with her, but it's probably better to get a feel for where they are as well. And that candle in her hand brings out the stunning fire in her eyes...]

You know, I do happen to be a carpenter by trade. Perhaps if we can find the right materials and tools I could construct some lanterns for everyone.

[raventhaw]

[ she pauses. it's actually not a bad idea... ]

That'd be helpful.

[ she starts walking downwards. ]

Who knows. Maybe the materials you seek are down here.

[ why does she sound so dry when she says it... goodness. ]

[twoasone]

[At least he can chuckle at her dull joke.]

Oh, I'm sure we'll find something!

clocktower;

[reanbeans]

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

[ Even if she hadn't turned her head, he thought it was well worth saying.

Though, given that he's seen some others around here who didn't recognize this place, he thought a certain question might be good to ask even as he carefully followed her. ]

Are you from around here?

[raventhaw]

Good. Wouldn't want to trip over your body if you fell.

[ WOW, RUDE. she starts walking after he asks his question. ]

No. I'm not.

[reanbeans]

...Thanks?

[ Said with some uncertainty in his tone and also a bit of flat there, because wow. But maybe that was how she showed her concern?

Or maybe not. ]

Then you're exploring this place like I am, hoping to find some answers why we've been brought here?

[ Or she could be visiting, but he'll try for this angle first. ]

Clock Tower

[noellemadic]

[Noelle has been trying to orientate herself, still walking around like she's unsure of her own capacity to walk. Going down the stairs seems like a very bad idea, but...she believe she has to push herself as hard as possible.

At least she has a candle too]

This blackout better not last long. Someone will break their leg if it lasts much longer.

[And Noelle is kind of thinking it'll be her. It's so dark around here...]

[raventhaw]

And wouldn't that be fun to deal with.

[ her tone is sarcastic as hell, and she proceeds down the steps carefully. it would have been nice to turn into a raven and just swoop down into the basement, but we can't have nice things here now can we.

she's careful, all the way until she reaches the bottom. ]

[noellemadic]

They'd die. The city is empty and with no electricity, and I doubt anyone can heal a broken bone.

[Noelle reaches the bottom shortly afterwards, looking around to try to find anything, even the smallest clue possible]

And I sure don't want whoever brought us here to take care of our health.

[...because clearly they're not afraid of messing with their bodies, she can tell that much because she's back to being human. She's grateful, but it's also alarming]

clock tower

[psychophant]

[Iago's got a candle of his own as well, and he's staring down the stairs like he's trying to debate on whether it's worth it to follow after Raven when she speaks up.]

Yes, yes, of course. I won't knock you down the stairs, you have my word.

[...Why does that sound so sarcastic??? Anyway, shall we?]

[raventhaw]

I appreciate your consideration.

[ also sarcastic. horray! but yes, they can start walking down the stairs. she's careful not to trip and fall. she's maneuvered through a lot worse; this is nothing. ]

[psychophant]

Of course.

[Well at least we're both sarcastic assholes, that's. something.

Anyway, Iago's careful with the descent as well, partially because he's wearing robes and partially because he'd rather not trip and break his neck today, thanks.]

What do you think is down here?

[...sorry, were you expecting him to remain quiet??]

clock tower

[pr159]

[ He wasn't hovering, okay, he was just getting a look at her. ]

I was planning on heading in the opposite direction, actually, but if that's an invitation...

[ j/k, he's pretty sure it isn't. ]

[raventhaw]

Oh, of course it is. An invitation to not get in my way, that is.

[ wow, raven. ]

But I can't stop you. Do what you will.

[pr159]

Well, in that case.

[ He is going to follow, because he intended to look down here eventually anyway, and she has a candle already, so hey. ]

Just give me a warning if you're going to stop short anywhere, hm? Otherwise I can hardly be held fully liable for whatever happens.

town square

[ortion]

Excuse me? Don't tell me what to do.

[Dist retorts from his sitting position on the ground. He just needed to take a moment to collect his thoughts, okay?! But despite his protest, he staggers to his feet and brushes himself off, grumbling all the while.]

I don't suppose you have any idea what's going on?

[It's pretty obvious from the tone of his voice that he's just barely holding back panic over the situation.]

[raventhaw]

I don't, but I'm going to find out.

[ she cares none for his temperament and just looks up ahead at the rest of town square. ]

All I'm sure of is that this is a hostage situation. [ a beat. ] You read the note, haven't you?

[ortion]

[...well, Dist can appreciate someone who's eager to Get Things Done.]

I have, yes. Unhelpful as it was...a hostage situation certainly does appear to be the case. [He doesn't like the sound of it one bit, either.] So we are in the same boat then, as it were.

town square

[puperoni]

Ahhhh is it time to get going already? [ A long drawn out sigh, but a second later the blond haired boy sits up like a rocket. ]

But you're right we shouldn't waste any time!

[raventhaw]

[ god. two seconds in and he's already getting on her last nerve. ]

No, we shouldn't.

[ she looks up ahead...and starts walking ahead of him. feel free to follow her (???) ]

[puperoni]

Let's go! ☆ [ It's a bad thing that you can hear the star isn't it. But here he is, following along right at her heels. ]

...where are we going?

clock towerrr

[p_q]

If you have time to go on, then watch yourself.

[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.]

[raventhaw]

Oh, I will. You don't have to worry about that.

[ 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.

[p_q]

Hm.

[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.