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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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[Sirius is, at least, used to the whims of a mortal body now. Still, it shocks him that this mortal body is so close to his heavenly one, or at least one manifestation of it. He actually gets to all fours at first before realizing that he's not in the form of Leo again. Standing, the green-skinned man approaches the closest person, wings spread behind him. However, he doesn't step too close to them for now.]
Are you familiar with this place?
Bookstore
[Sirius is much smaller, but still on the tall side for a mortal. So it's a bit of a squeeze for him to enter the shop, but he's searching out books about this town and country specifically. He stands outside once he's found a few, flipping through a book and staring at it curiously.]
Housing
[Sirius has found the available food, and has taken a rather large share of the meat, which he is slowly chewing on. There's an expression on his face that's a mixture of bliss and nostalgia.]
Ah...I missed this. Though they don't seem to have anything raw. [It always tasted the best, when he was canine.]
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Then the figure stands up, spreads their wings and... Adresses him politely.
Forgive him for staring, strange figure, but he hasn't met such a tall man with such strange features before... And what beautiful features they are.]
... Somewhat. I don't believe I've actually stayed in Poland for any considerable length of time, but I know the country exists.
[He glances at the sign... And raises a brow.] How I can suddenly read the language here, I don't know.
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Do you know if heavy fog is a typical occurrence here? I suppose knowledge of anyone with the power to bind a luminary would be too much to ask.
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[There's a pause. Pretty apt for someone who has never seen a luminary before... But that would explain the man's bizzare appearance.]
... To awnser your question, I'm not sure.
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I'm sorry, I've never heard of such a thing as a "zoi."
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[Not. Human. Not as if Shin has any reason to discriminate against that... On the contrary, the man's presence is making the wheels turn in his head...
But that can be saved for after he figures out what is going on.]
If our captor has the power to bring in things not of this earth... We may be in a worse state than I thought. Do you feel any different from usual?
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[The man's clearly not lying. Those wings look all too real.]
This situation feels stranger and stranger...
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[ He glances to the streets... ] It won't be too difficult, even if this may be a large city.
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Housing
Okay Seteth’s experienced some weird shit in his time but this really makes him wonder if he’s just fucking hallucinating here]
It’s... it’s better for you cooked. I think.
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Well, you can compensate for any lack of flavor with seasoning, and cooking generally helps with that. I presume they did not do that in this case, though.
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