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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
ARRIVAL | |
| ā½ FULL NAVIGATION ā½ LOCATIONS ā½ STATUSES ā½ IC PROFILES ā½ IC RULEBOOK ā½ MURDER PROPOSALS ā½ PCS ā½ CURFEW ā½ ??? ā½ ??? ā½ ??? |
You know how the story goes by now. One minute youāre somewhere familiar, and the next youāre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnāt 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, itās 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 youāll 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 imaginationā¦? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youāre 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; thereās 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? Youāre 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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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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