antumbrac | WEEK 1

WEEK 1

Your hosts have come and gone, and have left you with nothing but more questions and a key. Regardless of how you reacted or what you decided to do soon after that, it’s a fact that the day must end eventually.

And so it does, with the striking of the clock. As the twelve gongs reverberate and disappear into the night, the rest of the city is left silent save for a chilly wind that skims the streets. Those who have retired to their assigned rooms will find that the furnishings are decent enough to get a good night’s sleep, while those who wander the city will only continue to see empty streets and fog. But regardless of how you spend the night, eventually it will become readily apparent that dawn will not be coming any time soon as the waxing moon continues to hang in the sky even as the clock strikes six or seven or eight.

No one’s stopping you from wallowing in bed or holing up in a building during this perpetual night, but there’s a whole city out there to check out and some interesting additions to the Opera House decor; don’t forget though, a cage is a cage and every good cage needs its bars. While a portion of the streets and buildings are clear, any intrepid explorers won’t find themselves able to get very far through the fog that surrounds them; anyone who tries to venture through will end up getting turned around and end up right back where they started. Still, there’s plenty of other places to check, even if the fog-shrouded buildings are more or less off limits. Fortune favors the bold, after all.

[[Welcome to Week 1! Feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also now privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt at your leisure!]]

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When you put it that way, it makes it sound like you're the superweapon.

[ she raises an eyebrow. the knives part isn't hard to believe, actually, but. ]

Am I wrong?

Not exactly how I'd put it [ in part because he hates being treated like a tool! ], but not wrong. It's my own power that makes it possible; the blade that physically destroys the catalyst is just a part of how that power manifests.

[ it still feels weird talking openly about this shit but also kind of great? suck it, bisley ]

Interesting.

[ this is good to know. very good to know. ]

You ought to come to Remnant. We have a problem that can't be stopped, but with a power of your caliber, perhaps it's possible.

Ooh, inviting me back to your place?

[ there's a smirk at that, but he's also curious about this, so he can put his sleazy bullshit on the back burner for a while. ]

What problem would that be?

[ going to go out on a limb right now and guess that he probably wouldn't actually be much help since the chromatus is a) a pretty specialized power and b) actively killing him, but still interested either way. ]

[ flatly: ] No.

[ ouch. going back to the problem at hand though, raven closes her eyes and sits on one of the damaged benches. no, it's not going to collapse from under her. it's just kinda scratched up. ]

The problem's name is Salem. She's a woman who can't be stopped; her power and immortality lets her use and dispose of people at will. [ a beat. ] I was about to retrieve an artifact that would have helped my tribe and I defend ourselves against her...and then I was pulled here.

[ he'll let that slide.

anyway... hm. ]

I imagine you're pretty eager to get back if that's the case.

[ empathy isn't really a thing he feels, and he can't relate at all to having a tribe. but he can at least relate to disliking powerful, immortal beings who use people, so. there's that. ]

What does she use them for?

Going off of the assumption that our worlds are still in one piece, yes.

[ it's weird, talking to someone so powerful and yet not feeling an ounce of fear. distrust, yes. fear? no. she fears no one here.

yet.

it's because they're all on the same playing field. all at a loss of their abilities and powers. she's grateful for that much, at least. she doesn't think she'd stand a chance against someone like rideaux. that much she can admit to. ]

To further her own goals and destroy humanity. Don't ask me what started it all, because I don't know.

[ he'd be rather pleased if he knew that was what she was thinking. he'd always had to struggle to keep up with julius, he'd never had any chance of being on the same level as bisley, and even ludger had quickly surpassed him. he may be strong, but in his own world, all it had gotten him was an honorable mention. ]

Comforting to know that "destroying humanity" continues to be a theme for immortal types in every world.

[ or forcing humanity to destroy itself, but it amounts to about the same thing. ]

Well. Depending how things turn out here, I'd consider it, if it was a serious request. Though I will say that fighting something akin to a Great Spirit is hardly the same as destroying a common divergence catalyst, so I wouldn't make any guarantees.

[ he's not in the business of giving refunds. ]

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