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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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[wishuponazoi]

Of course. I understand how you must feel. If I was still by Kathleen's side, I would worry for her as well. [But they've been apart for so long, and it's not as if he's taken another Companion who could have been dragged here with him.]

[notbymyside]

[He is. Honestly more worried about her blabbing than he is about her getting hurt. Lucy is both cunning and strong, she'll be fine physically. But she can be manipulated which is a worry.]

It's good to know someone else understands. But you do not think this Kathleen person could be here?

[wishuponazoi]

[Kathleen will always be that little girl who needed to be protected from bullies, in Sirius' eyes. No matter how inaccurate that view becomes over time.]

I have not been physically close to her for a while, now. There is only so much I can observe her without neglecting my duty, and I recall being in my sphere at the moment when I was taken.

[notbymyside]

Oh? What are your duties?

[wishuponazoi]

To watch over the other luminaries in my sphere, for one, and make sure the ones with planets are governing theirs properly. [Sol gets a bit more leeway there, because Sirius understands his independent nature, and even more since they formed a Bond while Sirius was mortal.] And of course, to observe possible threats to my sphere, and take proper care of the Zoi entrusted to me.

[notbymyside]

[Okay. So. For that first bit he's assuming Sirius watches over students at a school or something, but when Sirius starts mentioning planets is when he starts to think that this might be the other kind of luminary.]

...you...watch over stars?

[Is Sirius an astronomer? And apparently there's other planets with governments on them???]

[wishuponazoi]

Not just the stars, but their residents as well. They report to me, of course, but I do take the time to observe them and make sure they're being truthful in their reports. [Though he doesn't really mean the political kind of governing, in this case.]

[notbymyside]

[There is a long, long pause there. Partially because this all feels too fantastical to be true, and he's wondering if there is a miscommunication somewhere.]

...are you an angel?

[wishuponazoi]

[Oh, well, that's a nostalgic question. He remembers Kathleen asking the same.]

I am not. What is it that makes humans believe this so easily? [Really he's not even quite sure what an angel is. He supposes he might kind of look like some of the depictions?]

[notbymyside]

Angels are supposed to be beings that are above our understanding, with powers we can't comprehend. Living among the stars and overseeing entire worlds certainly fits the description.

[wishuponazoi]

...I suppose that description fits. The stories I heard of angels mostly mentioned them bringing various messages to mortals, which is not a job any luminary's ever served.