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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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"Independence day"... [Why can he read that?? Having already read his note, he's a bit stiff. But he should respond to this person.]
I'm not actually familiar, but I know what this says. Not sure why... did we cover this area in school? It looks like it's part of Europia, but that's all I have.
[With that musing out of the way, he turns toward Seteth.]
Did you get a note too? One that calls you a Survivor.
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He follows the line of Suzaku’s sight and... yeah, what the hell, why can he read that?]
...yes, I did receive the note. Though... what you’ve said raises more questions to me, actually. I can read the words on the flag as well, though it is in a language I do not recognize at all. I am also unfamiliar with this... Europia. The world outside of Fódlan is large, though, so perhaps news of it simply has not reached us.
[He kind of muses on that for a second...]
Perhaps we shall receive answers whenever we visit the opera house, though I do not trust this situation at all.
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[His explanation would make sense if it's some kind of closed-off city, but anything bigger than that would challenge what they're supposed to know about geography.]
Neither do I. I'd rather discern what's supposed to kill us in this six hour timeframe before I cooperate with whoever's waiting for us there. Gathering us all together... I just have a bad feeling about it.
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[how absolutely fucking weird!!]
...and yes, I agree. However, if we cannot discern it ahead of time... I suppose it is better to walk into an obvious trap while we can keep up our guard instead of dealing with a threat we have no knowledge of whatsoever.
[He crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
I would feel more confident about our chances if I was armed, but no matter. Do you have any training in combat?
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I'm a soldier. I can also fight unarmed, although it's obviously not ideal if they have weapons.
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[damn, not even a trainee? He kind of expected him to be a student...]
I’m feeling somewhat foolish that I haven’t been spending time polishing my unarmed combat, or that might not be as much of an issue.
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Well I was raised by a former officer, so I learned at a young age. It's not how I typically do things on the battlefield, anyway... most are more comfortable with a weapon in hand. Are you also in the military, then?
[If he has a rank, he thinks, he should be respectful even if he is foreign from some country he's never heard of.]
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[HONESTLY, HE ALWAYS FEELS KIND OF WEIRD ABOUT THIS... what the fuck, faerghus, honestly,]
Yes, I am, but it is of no consequence here. I feel all that matters is ensuring those of us who may not be able to defend themselves are safe.
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[because he'd like to think civilians would be safer just cooperating, but not if the whole place turns out to be the death trap]
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[and then suzaku hides in the metro anyway]
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[but he doesn't find anything and that's why he has the gall to go on a metro adventure!]
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