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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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You know how the story goes by now. One minute you’re somewhere familiar, and the next you’re suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isn’t a mystery. A harsh jostle causes your body to lunge forward as a tire jumps over a pot hole in the road. Try as you might, it’s hard to ignore the steady thrumming of an engine and the gentle sway beneath you. The faint scent of gasoline seems to waft from the outside, but as you look around you’ll notice that the windows are locked, tinted, and impossible to see through. Likewise, the door ahead of you appears to be locked as well. Perhaps the scent is your imagination…? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that you’re inside a large bus dotted with the occasional seat and amid a jumble of other bodies. The people you were last with may be among your fellow passengers. Perhaps they are not. But worry not; there’s plenty of time to look around and get to know one another on this long, strange trip. It may even be wise to examine the staircase at the other end of the bus. Who knows what awaits you on the other floors? Ah, but before you move too far it may be best to assess the situation. On the bright side, any injuries you incurred have been healed! Isn't it nice to have your limbs in place again? Miracles happen. But...what happened to your clothes? You’re fairly certain you weren't wearing this t-shirt before...and what's with the denim shorts? Maybe you were fortunate enough to get the knee-length version, but for those of you waking up in bootyshorts...well, we're sure you look great! And what better way to tie the whole look together than white socks and tan sandals? At least you'll be comfortable for the ride. Lucky for you, your new threads aren't the only gift you'll receive upon waking up. Attached to your waist is a high-quality bag filled with some fun goodies for every passenger! For those of you who unzip your bag to check its contents, you will find: -Dry shampoo No other items are on your person at this time, even if you were holding onto it as you began your previous departure. That's a bit troublesome, isn't it? Not really; it's still a bus. Be grateful for the extra elbow room, alright? Oh, and one last thing...on the wrist of every passenger is a small, equally fashionable white scrunchie. Not your style? Perhaps it's a good idea to give the travel guide another read. Searching the bus from top to bottom will net zero results in the way of an escape. All of the windows are similarly tinted and locked, and the only exit door appears to be the one on the first level that can't be opened at this time. But hey. You're all old pros at this, right? You know what to do next! Get to know the people around you, trade stories with your fellow passengers, and...well. Buckle up for the bumpy ride ahead. |
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Not it.
I had enough kidnapping for one lifetime, thanks.
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Kidnapping, huh. That's a new one.
Guess you aren't exactly wrong, though. [A... tired sort of gesture to the noise of everyone going AAAAA.] The panic makes me think we might all be in the same boat, like it or not.
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[presses a hand against his own face and drags his fingers down his cheek]
The last time I was in this boat with a bunch of strangers-- [he snaps his mouth shut, his expression darkening briefly as he reaches for. . . something at his neck. but whatever it is, it isn't there, and his hand falls away]
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...Should I ask how many times this happens to you?
[Only partially joking. Hmmmm. The gods didn't seem like they had been lying, but he'd been caught off guard before. He reaches into his pockets, searching -- nah, it's not there.
Huh.
His eyes drift around casually, first behind Akira, then over own his shoulder.]
I didn't think being whisked off to strange quarters was supposed to be common for anyone.
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. . . threeeeeeeeee?
[eh]
But the first time was different than both the second and third times. This is. . . more like the second time.
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[Haha. Anyway.]
Is there anything you remember from before this... well, whatever this thing is? [He'll take a look at the blacked-out windows, honestly more curious than he should be.] I'd assume some sort of vehicle, given the sounds.
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It's either a bus or a mobile camper. A little too cramped for a crowd of this size.
. . . and before coming here, I was in a mansion.
[a very, very dead mansion]
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Fancy, sure, but maybe a little vague.
Are we talking your mansion, or is this something in relation to your kidnapping problem?
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Eldritch horror mansion. It was eating our souls and laughing at us as it turned us into monsters and watched us kill each other.
[so. yeah. kidnapping problem]
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what the fuck is an L-dritch]
Kidnapping, got it. Monsters, though, damn...
Did you have any gods watching over the whole thing, or was it just the... soul-eating house?
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The soul-eating house might've been a god. . . ? Maybe. I'm not sure.
[a beat]
Okay so it probably wasn't, but its powers were god-like.
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Either way... sounds like you've been through hell and back a couple times.
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To a human, any all-powerful being seems like a god.
[anyway Akechi was the first one to call it a god. THANKS AKECHI]
Mmm. . . and you could say that.
But I know I'm not the only one.
[gives Guy a curious look, head tilted slightly]
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[He'll just smile easily at that look, giving a nod.]
My running theory got shot down pretty fast the more that you explained, but at the very least, I know you weren't from any kind of repeat of what I last remember. Your answer about the gods pretty much sealed that.
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[a raised brow, because now Guy has piqued his curiosity]
What was your running theory?
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[He folds his arms across his chest, expression growing a little more serious.]
First guess was that you'd been in the same exact situation I just found myself in before waking up, just perhaps with another temple or other players. Seems like that's partially true, given what you said was happening to you, but not to the intent I'd been thinking. Which means this isn't some sort of trap or mess-up from the gods that I'd known. If it is, it's too haphazard. No communication whatsoever wasn't how they played.
Right now? [He puts up a finger, one at a time as he lists things off.] Otherworldy entity. Being previously coersed to kill one another. Going immediately from one to the other.
I'd say something doesn't feel right about this, but that might be an understatement.
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Understatement of the year, actually. But I appreciate the effort.
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Anyway. As much as I'm sure you'd love to be called "the guy who almost got eaten by a house", I think keeping it simple might be easier.
[He'll extend a hand.]
Guy Cecil.
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[after all, they're all in this together, aren't they? even if trust is a difficult commodity to come by]
Kurusu Akira. Just Akira is fine.
[he takes Guy's hand without hesitation, grip firm]
Is Guy okay? Guy-san?
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[Ah, but that funny little honorific... he's heard that so many times in the last two months that he can't help but pinpoint it.]
Let me guess. Japan?
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No point in using formalities when we're all about to get to know each other very well.
[Akira dips his fingers into his pockets and nods at the question, though]
Nice guess. Tokyo, actually. Do you have some friends who are also from Japan?
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[hn]
Then I take it you're not from a world where Japan exists, right?
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That's right. I'm from Auldrant. Malkuth, specifically.
Though I'll take a guess that that sounds about as fantastical to you as Japan on Earth was for me, right?
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