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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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[psychophant]

[Well. This is certainly unexpected.

Iago's quick to pull himself up and check over his appearance - mask first, then his clothes - and he pauses when his hands don't find his usual spell tome. He glances around on the ground for it before muttering something that's probably a curse. The piece of paper is new, though, and he's quick to read through it all while making a face.

Great. This is wonderful. This is absolutely what he should be doing right now. He's not even going to attempt to figure out where he is right now, because given what he can see from here, he's pretty damn sure this isn't anywhere in Nohr.

But fine. Fine. He can work with this. He's adaptable. To anyone else nearby waking up, he waves his hand a bit to indicate the city.]

Does any of this look familiar to you?

[Iago's voice is almost sarcastic, but the question really isn't supposed to be. The first order of business is to gather information, after all.

Later on, you can find him in the bookstore. Iago's already obtained a candle and has it held carefully so as not to light anything on fire, but he's looking through the books.]

Where are they...? Why don't they have any spell tomes here? I'd even take Fire at this point!

[...He doesn't seem to be aware he's no longer complaining to himself.]

Bookstore

[wishuponazoi]

[Sirius is mostly collecting books on the geography and history of this place, but he does pause at that comment about spell tomes.]

You know of magic? [Most humans seem sadly ignorant of the strange powers around them.]

[psychophant]

[He wasn't exactly expecting to be overheard, and that does get Iago to jump a bit before turning. He definitely wasn't expecting a giant with wings, but you know what, sure, why not. He's dealt with weirder.]

Of course...? [He says, like this is the weirdest question he could have possibly been asked.] I'm one of the most powerful Sorcerers in Nohr, of course I know of magic.

[wishuponazoi]

[He doesn't know where Nohr is, but then again he doesn't know about a lot of human places.]

That must be far from America, then, I'll assume?

[psychophant]

[..........what is an america.]

I've never heard of it. [Maybe it's Hohisdan?? Anyway, he waves a hand as if to dismiss it.] Anyway, the point is that yes, I use magic. It's hardly all that strange.

bookstore;

[reanbeans]

[ That's sure happening.

Though, where he's from, spell tomes aren't used to cast magic. So, he's thinking the other is talking about 'tomes' in a traditional sense. ]

Maybe because they'd consider that too wide of a variety to stock up for?

[ What're magical tomes.jpg ]

[psychophant]

[oh my god what kind of jrpg are you from—

Iago startles a bit at the sound of another voice, but he's quick to turn to address Rean.]

I can't see why they wouldn't have Fire and Thunder, at least. Well, unless they specifically don't want us getting our hands on weapons, I suppose.

[And he sounds like he really doesn't like that idea.]

[reanbeans]

[ A fun one where circular orbs are used to help cast magic! He's definitely ballin'.

...Now he's picturing people whacking others with heavy tomes and ... well. That's sure an image. ]

They still might have elemental quartz around here, at least. But then again, I'm not sure if they have combat orbments just lying around.

[ He'll pause, wondering if he's misunderstanding something. ]

Though, I don't think I've ever heard of anyone using a tome itself as a weapon.

[psychophant]

[oh my god

also bold of you to think iago has enough of a strength stat to whack anyone with anything.]

...Well, I was going to ask you about "elemental quartz" and "combat orbments", so it seems we're both misunderstanding something on a fundamental level here.

[ohhhhhh gods he just wants to go home—]

The tomes themselves aren't used as weapons - they're a conduit for the magic contained within. Without one, it's nearly impossible to cast any sort of magic, no matter how weak.

[fire emblem: fates doesn't explain magic so now i've gotta smh]

Waking Up

[noellemadic]

[Noelle mutters between her teeth]

Of course not!

[She takes a moment to calm down, breathing deeply]

I'm sorry. I don't know this place at all...but I'm sure where we are isn't important. What's important is to get away from here.

[She doesn't care if she's in Brockton Bay, New York, Chicago, wherever this is. She can't return home anyway]

[psychophant]

[Iago folds his arms, remaining silent until she's got herself sorted. That last statement gets his one visible eyebrow to arch.]

While I can certainly agree with that, I would like to know where exactly we are first. It's a bit difficult to know how to get home when you don't know where you are, after all.

[noellemadic]

Where we are doesn't matter if we don't have a way to return home, anyway.

[She says, grim. Sorry, she's projecting -- and she realizes it, because she hurries to add:]

Even if we get out of the city we may not have the means to return home. We have no money, surely we won't fit in this society, and there's no reason anyone would help us.

[Hella pessimistic, this Noelle]

[psychophant]

[Hmm, fair points all around, even if she is very quick to jump to the worst possible scenario.]

All of that is certainly troublesome and possible, yes. But we hardly know the first thing about our situation here. No need to be so overdramatic.

[..............this is coming from iago????]

bookstore

[ordealia]

You were looking for them too? I'd take something simple like Fire myself, too, honestly.

[She's familiar with those, at least.]

[psychophant]

[Iago starts a bit at being interrupted, but he turns and settles easily enough at her words.]

I certainly wouldn't expect a replacement for my tome, but I would take anything. Unfortunately, it seems like this place doesn't stock anything.

[Besides y'know. Books. Which are great and all, but really not helpful right now.]

[ordealia]

I know what you mean. I'm not expecting Dark Spikes, but something useful would be nice.

[A nod.]

Though I'm learning a lot from the books that are here.

waking up

[ortion]

[Dist is in the process of dusting himself off with a huff of agitation when he is addressed. He turns to Iago, and the look on his face kind of gives his answer away before he even says anything.]

Distressingly, not in the slightest. Worse still, I certainly don't recall being ambushed...

[At least he doesn't have to waste his breath demanding answers from this one. They seem to be in a similar situation.]

[psychophant]

My thoughts exactly.

[Like sure, he was in the middle of throwing down with Xander's army, but he was perfectly safe and away from the combat??]

I'm not entirely sure how I've ended up here with none of my soldiers.

[ortion]

Likewise! I seem to be the only one out of my associates here.

[It's all very strange. How would anyone even be able to get the jump on him or the other God-Generals?

Before he can get too worked up, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. As best as he can, anyway. He definitely still doesn't look calm.]

Your soldiers, hm? You don't look like any mage that I am familiar with. What faction are you with?

[All he can tell is that this guy certainly looks like a mage, but those colors don't match any of the armies in his world...]

bookstore

[puperoni]

[ Moths are drawn to a flame, and so apparently are Pizza's. ]

Fire is pretty important! What're you planning on cooking?

[psychophant]

[Iago starts a bit at the voice and turns. It's obvious from his expression that the question has caught him more off-guard than the interruption.]

Nothing? [?????] I don't— No, I'm looking for a tome for protection. Just in case, of course.

[puperoni]

Ohhhh so you're like Turkey then! [ What even is this conversation, relentlessly onward they go. He brings a hand under his chin in a very dramatic motion. ]

Hmn, but you don't really look like a Fool Soul. [ Up down stare. ] Well, maybe just a little.

good morning to everyone except america

[p_q]

The moon is half-full. How annoying.

[Ulquiorra is apparently already awake and several paces off or -- judging by the pristine state of his uniform, blending into the mix of shadows and moonlight, he might have just been passing by and absolutely ignoring the body (or bodies) on the ground. At the very least he didn't bother to step on the guy.

Anyway, moons. He's just staring up at it and might have been for some time, a faintly vexed tone to his voice. Sometimes you gotta complain about the sky.]

This isn't Karakura, nor even in the same country. Something powerful was used here.

[Sure, he can be standing under a street sign, too. He probably complained about it earlier. Why do they suddenly know Polish, another annoying and inconvenient question.]

[psychophant]

[Hmm...]

So it's not anywhere you recognize.

[Unfortunate, but not exactly unexpected.]

What were you doing before you woke up here?

[p_q]

[There's a pause, which looks a lot like he froze for a moment, but then the moment breaks and he goes right into side-eyeing his incidental companion.]

... So you can perceive me. I might have guessed.

[Definitely an inconvenient turn of affairs. Not as inconvenient as being here in the first place, and certainly not as galling as the moon is daring to be, but. Still. Is he going to answer the actual question?]

Who are you, then?

[All signs point to no, not really.]