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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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[galrarm]

[ You know, he'd just started to get used to having an actual body, but now... now he's in a completely different place. Arm's still missing. But at least it's not, you know, the infinite void of the Black Lion.

Still... he's admittedly pretty damn dazed. Even more so as he reads the note, but he cracks a smile. ]

"As good as dead," huh? Wouldn't be the first time.

[ shiro no!!!!

Either way, he leaves the room, and uh. Wow. This definitely isn't anything he's used to; he's used to vast expanses of space, planets with more spread-out places, so this... with everything closer together, it feels almost claustrophobic. He'll deal though. He's fine. Definitely.

He can be found around the main market square for the most part, though in the bookstore... ]

At least we've got coffee. [ thank god!!

Otherwise, he's definitely still around. If he comes across someone, he'll give them a tentative, but no doubt friendly, smile. ]

I'd ask if you were doing alright, but that might not be the best question. Faring okay?

[puperoni]

[ Pizza was poking around the bookstore, seemingly going through the books without any care in the world when he hears Shiro's remark. Coffee, huh? ]

We do?! Where is he?

[galrarm]

[ For a moment, it doesn't quite register what Pizza, you know, means. Maybe he misheard Shiro? ]

Oh, coffee. The drink, [ he says, holding up the cup of coffee he's just brewed. ]

[puperoni]

[ He looks at the cup of coffee, and stops just short of audibly going "Ohhhhh. ]

I thought you meant the Fool Soul, aha. [ Hand behind his head, apologetic smile. ]

I've never met him before, but there's so many people I don't know here. And I haven't seen another Food Soul either...

[galrarm]

[ .... huh. Well, now he's real curious! ]

Are you one of these Food Souls?

[puperoni]

Yeah! I'm Pizza! [ :D ]

You're a human, right?

[drydrown]

[You know, at least this guy acknowledges that asking if people are okay is a little asinine, even if he...rephrased it and did it anyway- ...it's probably the sentiment that's supposed to matter, whatever.]

As well as can be expected in a place this utterly depressing.

[...]

You seem well.

[Nailed it.]

[galrarm]

Hah, well, I can't argue with that.

[ hey you know how we deal with trauma-- ]

Yeah, other than this place being a little--

[ don't!! ]

--disarming, I'm doing just fine.

[drydrown]

[MISTAKES WERE MADE.]

Was it not like that before?

[galrarm]

[ no see it's fine. ]

Believe it or not, I used to have twice the number of arms I have now.

[psychophant]

[Oh, hi, Shiro. What a great way to greet someone, and with a wonderful question. But hey, Iago loves talking about himself, so he pauses.]

Oh, I've been through worse.

[...Probably.]

It's certainly not pleasant to wake up in an entirely unfamiliar city with no idea of how such a thing is possible, but I'm unharmed, at least.

[And entirely without a means to defend himself but it's probably fine.]

And you?

[galrarm]

That makes a couple of us unharmed, at least.

[ which is sure a relief! He's had enough Traumas for a while. ]

Could be worse, honestly. Mostly, I'm wondering how we all got here.

[psychophant]

That's what I'm wondering as well.

[And it's definitely not sitting well with him, from the look of it.]

I doubt we'll get any answer for it this evening, however.

[galrarm]

Hah, you think the kidnappers won't be forthcoming with us?

[ this isn't the first time he's been kidnapped and it sure is getting old!!! ]

[moonfang]

Coffee? [Zangetsu is... vaguely aware of coffee. Ichigo drinks it sometimes. He knows it's supposed to make you feel more awake. It smells warm and inviting from a distance, but when the pale kid puts his nose near the cup, it smells bitter. He makes a face] .. Hn...

[galrarm]

Hah, black coffee isn't for everyone.

[ Has the kid never had coffee? ... is there even cream and sugar here-- ]

Put some sweetener in it and it should be easier to drink.

[moonfang]

[he takes a sip and his expression sours even more] People drink this stuff, just like this...? [Sweetener, huh...? Zangetsu looks at the sugar container and pours a little in, mixing it with his finger.

He takes another sip, then dumps about five tablespoons worth of sugar into the coffee]

That's better.

[galrarm]

It can be an acquired taste; you're definitely not alone.

[ ... goodness, that is a lot of sugar! But the guy just has a sweet tooth, nothing wrong with that. ]

Just... make sure not to go too overboard. Too much sugar isn't good for anyone.

[raventhaw]

[ raven emerges from her investigation in the clock tower. it isn't until she passes by a man with white hair and a missing arm. for a moment, it looks like she's thinking about something -- but her eyes narrow when he asks his question. ]

I'm doing fine. Thank you for your concern.

[ yet somehow she manages to not sound thankful at all. ]

[galrarm]

[ He catches on to that brief moment, but he decides to say nothing about it. He kind of gets the same aura he got from Krolia, in the brief time he'd interacted with her... ]

No problem. In situations like this, it can be a comfort to have someone worrying after you.

[raventhaw]

[ .....okay, he's another one of these types. duly noted. ]

No, I really don't need anyone worrying about me. Worry about yourself.

[ she gestures at the damages on his armor. his missing arm. just. everything, really. ]

[galrarm]

[ haha nice try takashi shirogane has never worried about himself a day in his life ]

What, this? You get used to it after a while.

[ that seems......... fake. ]

Shiro still doesn't deserve this.jpg

[p_q]

Both questions are equally pointless. If you don't have a good excuse for bothering others, then don't do it.

[Ulquiorra definitely... probably looks like Something to the average person, given that he's: A. The same color as like, the drywall under the moon, B. Is wearing what looks like half a bone helmet with a wicked little horn on it, C. Is also wearing a white ensemble that doesn't look dissimilar to their unfortunate priestly closet and also just washes him out even more.

Is he a person or just a walking toothpaste commercial, stay tuned.]

And if you want to exchange pointless greetings, you might as well go back to the living quarters. I'm sure some are still cowering there.

it's fine!!!

[galrarm]

[ The good thing is, Shiro is more than used to non-humans. Ulquiorra's appearance doesn't trip him up at all. Unfortunately, Ulquiorra's attitude...... ]

Pretty bold assumption to make. Personally, I don't blame anyone for taking more time than others in this situation. Being kidnapped and put in a completely new place with a bunch of strangers can be pretty distressing.

[p_q]

Perhaps. But the more humans are involved, the more they will flock to the easiest place. That much is fact.

[Would you believe he's one of the most lowkey amongst his coworkers. Arrancar are uh. A lot. Does he care that he's just dragging humans to their face? Unfortunately...]

And that is the usual aim of kidnappers, isn't it?