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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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That aside -- honestly, this just adds one more layer to the already surreal feeling of this whole situation. He'd been shouting at his subordinates for not helping him up not long before this, but getting help from a stranger is different, and something he really doesn't relish.
Anyway, he's fine, probably. Though he waits until he actually makes it onto his feet and stays upright for a few seconds before turning the offer down. ]
The offer is appreciated, but no. I'm fine.
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Okay, good...
[now he can go back to worrying about. everything else. The huge gap in his memory leading him to this point, which is a huge cause for concern given what he just learned about rampant mind powers destroying everyone's lives.]
Sorry to ask, but do you remember anything about- well, all of this?
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[ He knows what was supposed to happen, though, and if he's in a place he doesn't recognize... He looks toward the moon again, frowning. ]
I don't suppose the Land of Canaan means anything to you.
[ Honestly, he's hoping it doesn't. ]
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I'm afraid not... is that where you were before now?
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[ That response comes quickly and insistently. ]
Anyway, that's good to know; there should be a few potential scenarios I can write off in that case.
[ Like the one he was dreading the most, so this is actually pretty great. ]
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Whatever happened to get us here... It seems like our memories of it have been tampered with, so that's a big problem. Maybe we should try and figure out where or what we do have in common to retrace it.
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Agreed.
[ He technically already started this with the Canaan question, but he can throw out a more general one. ]
Where do you live? That isn't the uniform of any company I'm familiar with.
[ Covering nationality and employment in one question like a true Elympion. ]
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[welcome to modern day arthurian bullshit with code geass]
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Which is a problem.
There are only two countries in his world; neither of them are named Britannia and neither calls its leader an Emperor. Even all of the hundreds of fractured dimensions he'd been to had been variations of his world with most of the same places. So unless this is some kind of joke...
He's quiet for a moment as he thinks this over. ]
Is this what you're used to the night sky looking like?
[ One moon, white. No giant sky fetus. ]
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That's right. I suppose it seems more peaceful than back home, but... this whole area is too quiet, not just the sky.