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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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Oh, I'm not either. I wouldn't be surprised if there's absolutely nothing at all down here.
[or like, a locked door or something, just to add insult to injury.]
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[ yep, just gonna say what he's probably thinking. she keeps walking downwards, not fazed by either the darkness or the steepness of the stairs. ]
Either way, we need to cover all our bases.
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[it's good to have a sense of humor about these things!!]
Agreed, of course. You aren't familiar with this particular city, are you?
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[ there's her answer. ]
I don't recall there ever being a "Poland" in Remnant before.
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[Hmm...]
I'm likewise unfamiliar with Remnant. Is that the name of a city?
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[ she says this with a tinge of annoyance. how could anyone not know the name of their own home around here? how sad.
oh, how little does she know. ]
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The name of our— No, no, that's not right at all.
[He actually pauses at that, very visibly thrown by it, if Raven were to look.]
Tell me, are you familiar with Nohr? Hoshido?
[And oh boy does he really not want to hear the answer to that if it's what he's expecting it to be.]
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[ she seems agitated, though, which is a sign that she's a lot more concerned about this than she's willing to let on. ]
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I could ask you the same thing.
[...okay, maybe now isn't the time to be petty and he sighs and waves a hand as if to dismiss it.]
Surely you can see that something bigger is going on here. Nohr is one of the largest and most influential countries where I'm from - it's simply unbelievable for someone to be unfamiliar with it. I imagine that everyone where you're from knows the name of your planet, correct?
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What are you saying?
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[And he hates that idea. Things are supposed to work a certain way and now they aren't. It's maddening, but losing his temper now won't do anything to help.]
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[ that shouldn't be possible. and yet, for someone to be able to take her semblance away... they must be incredibly powerful. they must hold powers that raven can't comprehend.
he's right. ]
I guess there's only one way to find out. Six o' clock.
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Precisely. We'll see what answers we can wring out of our captors then.
[Not literally. Probably. At least not literally for him, but like hell if he's going to complain if other people want to literally wring the answers from them!!]
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[ because that totally doesn't sound like a bad idea!! ]
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[It'll almost be disappointing if no one does...]
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[ and stupid. incredibly. stupid. ]
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Oh, it certainly will be.