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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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[ Man, he says it so nicely too. ]
You're not alone there, at least. I'd like to get out of here too.
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[ shiro, please. though when he says that, it gives raven pause yet again. ]
I'm going to the Opera House. Our captor will be there soon. I won't stop you if you want to do the same.
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[ He glances at her before nodding and looking up ahead. ]
Considering we might learn something, it'd be a smart move to go.
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I'm sure we'll learn more than we bargained for once they arrive.
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[ He keeps pace with her more than easily enough. ]
Even if they don't answer any questions, sometimes not answering yields more information.
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[ well...there's the first (AND ONLY!!) piece of acknowledgement you're going to get today, shiro. probably. ]
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[ a beat. ]
So, do you have a name?
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[ ... is it though!! ]
I'm Shiro.
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[ and yet...why does that sound so sarcastic? like there's something she's planning behind that smirk of hers... ]
I'm sure we'll get along just swimmingly, Shiro. [ she puts a little emphasis on his name before she turns towards the opera house, walking on ahead. ]
Now then, shall we?
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[ He keeps the tone light enough, but the meaning behind his words makes it hit a little heavier. He looks ahead to the opera house, looming just before them. ]
After you, Raven.
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[ she opens the door. it's dark, and her hand automatically goes to touch the sheith (hehe) of her sword...only to remember it isn't there.
her hand pauses and tenses for a moment. she can feel something stirring inside her, but it isn't her semblance. she's confused...and raven hates being confused. ]
Scan the area for any threats.
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[ He's at a distinct disadvantage here, too, and Shiro glances around them. No one about to jump out at them, from the outside. ]
Nothing outside. No traps yet.
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[ she takes a few steps inward. ]
It's clear.
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Well, that's a relief. At least if something's about to kill us, it knows the value of patience.
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[ a beat. ] They wouldn't keep us alive for this long without some kind of end goal in mind.
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You think they'll tell us what that goal is? Lay all their cards on the table right from the beginning?
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[ she walks further in. her heels clacking on the ground echo throughout the lobby. it's eerie, to say the least. ]
Hard to say which of the two is the more favorable option.
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[ a nonchalant shrug. ]
It doesn't look like anyone's here yet. We've arrived too early. I was hoping that they'd be waiting in the wings.
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[ she's rolling her eyes while she says it tho. ]
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