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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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I did. If you're not a local, then it appears we really are looking at a large scale mass kidnapping. Why they'd leave us in an open area is beyond me though.
[ He has yet to experience that they physically can't leave town... ]
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[ That's particularly worrisome... ]
Maybe they're just that overconfident? Or, they have something waiting for us if we try to leave this place.
[ Which isn't wasn't a comforting thought, but it was the only thing he could think of that made sense. ]
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[ He still naively assumes there is absolutely no way anything less than a large organized crime ring could pull off something on this scale. ]
We'll have to proceed with caution.
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[ Rean also naively believed that they could make a break for it and get out of here successfully and swiftly if they played their cards right.
Real life is a cruel mistress.
Or maybe he could call Valimar, but he couldn't exactly feel their connection, so he doubted that'd work. Was Ouroboros invovled then? ]
We should probably come up with a plan to account for that. Even better if we're able to get information about their positions, if there ends up being guards. If we're lucky, though...we could slip by them or anyone else our captors might have watching if there's an underground passage out of here.
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[ All things considered, Rean seems pretty calm here. Mikami is also reasonably sure the other is younger than him. Huh.
Mikami himself has never had to sneak past anyone who was armed, so he's tragically out of his depth. ]
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I just hope it's not the shadow organization I'm thinking could be involved, or things might get tricky.
[ He just wished he knew more about this place. Even if it was a town possibly in a small country, he felt like that information of its' existence should be known back home. ]
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[ The chances of Rean's potential culprit actually being it feel slim, but an idea is better than no idea. He's ready to grasp at straws right now. ]
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[ Of course he didn't know for sure. If he saw an Enforcer around, though, that'd settle it. ]
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[ H-hm. ]
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[ So Rean's not entirely surprised, even if Ouroboros' names and exploits have become more widespread and more known. ]
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[ Hearing of these things is his job, jeeze! ]
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[ He'll just look sheepish. ]
Well, where do you live? Maybe it's in a remote area enough that Ouroboros hadn't bothered staging their activities nearby?
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[ This is said with considerable weight, like it should mean something. From the intonation, it is at least evident that this place cannot possibly be a rural area. ]
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[ Sorry buddy, no go here. ]