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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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she's on her way out of the housing hallways when she's stopped. ]
And what makes you so sure that I know what's going on, exactly?
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One would assume you know something, given you're conscious. Anything would be helpful right now.
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[ a beat. ]
Happy?
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I doubt anyone can be 'happy' with this situation. Do you have any idea how they brought you here?
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[ plain and simple. ]
But whatever power they used to do this isn't to be underestimated. They took away my Semblance and I've heard that others have lost their abilities as well.
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I was going to say the same, though that was with regard to their ability to take us from places across the globe without us remembering any of it.
What's... a Semblance?
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A Semblance is a physical manifestation of one's innate abilities. My Semblance is the ability to create portals.
[ to put it very, very simply. she's leaving out the...important details. like that those portals are only to people she has emotional attachments to because haha what are those? ]
I tried it when I woke up to go back home, only to find that my Semblance was completely gone.
[ and replaced with something...different. ]
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Where I come from, those things don't exist. But I take it, it is deeply troubling that someone is able to block a skill such as this.
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[ she says it with a little twirl of her wrist, eyebrows slightly raised. ]
You're right, though. Taking away one's Semblance completely is unheard of and troubling, to say the least.
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Do you suppose that magic of some kind could be what brought us here to begin with?
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That's the only answer I've got. If you have any better ideas, go ahead and say them. [ she doesn't sound very encouraging, though. her tone is flat. she's mostly sure she's right about this. ]
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[ Such as logic and physics and all those useful little things you learn about in school. He liked it when those still made sense. ]
So, no.
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[ a pause. ]
Trust me when I say that these people have powers that are beyond comprehension. For all I've gone on about Semblances, the ability to pull people from different worlds is unheard of. And from what I've observed so far, it seems like the same rings true for others who come from worlds with special abilities, too.
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[ He briefly rubs at his temples. Even when having an 'open mind' this is hard to mentally and emotionally catch up with. ]
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