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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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[ WOW, RUDE. she starts walking after he asks his question. ]
No. I'm not.
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[ Said with some uncertainty in his tone and also a bit of flat there, because wow. But maybe that was how she showed her concern?
Or maybe not. ]
Then you're exploring this place like I am, hoping to find some answers why we've been brought here?
[ Or she could be visiting, but he'll try for this angle first. ]
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That's right.
[ if she sounds sour, it's because she is. really, she just...hates Not Knowing. ]
And where better to search than one of the darkest places in the town thus far?
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At the very least he didn't seem too bothered by it. ]
That's a fair point. Maybe something could be hidden around in here.
[ Or even if it wasn't on purpose, they could find something someone left behind. ]
...By the way, we should probably do some introductions, since we're looking together. My name is Rean Schwarzer.
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[ he's so nice. he's so polite. thanks, she hates it. ]
Raven.
[ she won't even do him the courtesy of turning back to face him when she says it, either. she just keeps walking down dem stairs. what a fun introduction! ]
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[ He'll say that, even if she didn't turn around or act polite in return. It's not the first time he's dealt with someone 'rough'. ]
...I have to wonder what our captors plan on doing, since they just left us out there like that.
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Pray that no one's dumb enough to try an assault on them within the first few minutes.
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Particularly 'They'll tell us what they want us to know.', because that's key. It'd be foolish to trust all the words of their captors, even if they did explain. ]
As much as I'd like to hope no one would, I can see why someone would try.
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[ she shakes her head. really, she wouldn't put it past some of these people to try to do some hero act or act out of sheer rage and go for the jugular right away. it won't work. ]
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[ Rean was prepared to stop anyone who'd try regardless, in the event that anyone attacking their hosts could throw away one avenue of their escape.
Even so, though. He wasn't about to rely solely on their captors being their only way out. Not yet. ]