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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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[raventhaw]

"Fall Angels"?

[ that gets her to glower. she turns around to face him, eyes narrowed. ]

....You know something.

[puperoni]

Of course I do, I'm Pizza! [ Just like that he cheers up, flourishing in a confident pose, one hand in the air. ]

[raventhaw]

[ ............................ ]

[raventhaw]

I take that back. You're just delusional.

[puperoni]

No I'm not! I'm Pizza, and I'll protect what's important to me!

[ So much of this face. ]

[raventhaw]

Fine. Humor me, Pizza. What is it that's so important to you that you feel the need to protect it with your life?

[puperoni]

[ He blinks a little then stands straight and tall, smiling again but this time it lights up all his features ]

My—all humans. There are bad ones, those who start war and those that will do anything for power or money, or whatever else is important to them. But... if it wasn't for humans, we Food Souls wouldn't exist. So I'll protect them, even if it means giving up my life.

[raventhaw]

Hm.

[ she seems to give this a little consideration, at least. ]

I must say, I'm impressed. You're very passionate about the cause you're fighting for.

[ a pause. ]

But you do realize that your goal is fundamentally flawed, don't you?

[puperoni]

[ A nod, it's notably less enthusiastic than his mannerisms have been so far. ]

In what way?

[raventhaw]

Wanting to protect human beings is a very noble idea in itself, but to say that you'll even protect the ones who start wars and use their power for greed and corruption...

[ she shakes her head. ]

Saving those people won't yield positive results for humanity in the long run.

[puperoni]

That's why... that's why they should use us to fight. Food Souls are stronger than humans and when we die it isn't forever, just until someone can summon us again. I know there are still humans who want to hurt each other, but... saving people and fighting is all I can do.

[ It's a quiet conviction, but still there all the same. ]

[raventhaw]

[ she will never understand this logic. saving those who wreak havoc and yet insisting that humanity should be protected? yeah, that's just a big "???" in her book...but raven simply "hms" and turns back towards...wherever they were walking to. right. let's head towards the candle shop. ]

I'm going to get some candles. The darkness is unsettling, to say the least.

[puperoni]

[ Food Souls are a mystery, but even more so they're at their heart, pure. Aside from a select few, at least. But Pizza has baffled one of the more studied Food Souls, just because of his sheer unyielding optimism and commitment. ]

It was pretty dark when we were traveling the countryside, but whenever we started a fire it felt much better. [ That is to say he agrees. ] You probably don't travel a lot—?

[ Oops, he forgot to ask for her name. ]

[raventhaw]

Raven.

[ which is arguably a more sensible name than pizza!!! but now that she knows that he's literally a food soul, she won't question the name he was given. and it's not like remnant doesn't have its fair share of interesting names, anyway. ]

And I do, more than you think. I've seen darkness, and I've seen darkness like this.

[puperoni]

Really? Then what does this darkness mean? [ He doesn't sound disbelieving, rather more in awe. ]

[raventhaw]

That something's waiting for us.

And it's not going to be pretty.

[puperoni]

I'll take care of it. [ The response is rather instinctive and maybe a bit rushed because—]

Ahh, I should find my flag first. I'm not sure I can really fight without it...