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INTRO MINGLE
cittàgazze: week 0 intro
the city of magpies
the city of magpies
40 Remain
Whatever you were doing previously, wherever you were, you come back into yourself very abruptly, after going through a haze. Quite literally, as it turns out. You and your daemon are left to wander through a thick, cloying fog, where sights and sounds are muffled. All attempts to call out don't result in much, and your voice is just swallowed up. At least you're not alone—no matter their form, you know who and what they are, and they stick close to you, just as without answers as you are. How unfortunate.
But your feet carry you until, finally, the actual fog clears—at least, enough to let you see the street you walk along—and now your surroundings are a little more apparent. Even if you're far from home, maybe in less than ideal condition at the moment, at least you're not alone in this? Turns out it isn't just the two of you. As if they've walked right out of the fog, themselves, there are others on this long boulevard lined with palm trees, breathing in the stormy sea air, just like you.
Hard to say where you've wound up, and just when in the day, with the storm overhead. It's not night, that's for sure, and it's some sort of city, though it looks a little... worn down. Abandoned. Weird. Where are all the people, besides you? There's movement, occasionally, but whoever it is skitters away and disappears before you have a chance to get a closer look—at first, anyways. Maybe you can catch them after exploring a bit?
... though, maybe you want to change, first? ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ) Wow, you're really dressed up for... well, what sort of occasion would warrant this...
Some further walking on the boulevard leads you along storefronts of various kinds, but one in particular stands out. Looks like there's a message that's been posted up on a shop bulletin board, standing out due to intent. Just pinned in place, after the rest of it was obviously cleared out in a hurry, with some pages having been torn off and leaving corners and bits behind.
- The note's colors seem to change dependent on the angle you're looking at it from, either shimmery gold or silver, with a faint sheen of another color that varies depending on the penmanship.
In handwriting that barely seems legible will read the following: I hope you enjoy my gift!! And don't worry you're ALL beautiful. ;)
In loopy but legible handwriting, with little hearts for the dots over their I's: We'll try to get some answers for you guys, since I'm sure you have a lot of questions. For now, check out the shop for some bags! I'm sorry that it's not much, considering the situation, but if there's anything else you need—there's plenty of other shops around the city. Looking forward to seeing you all soon!!
Just below that in neat handwriting that almost looks straight out of a text book: I know it might be scary to find yourselves in a new place, but I promise that things will be okay. We'll make sure it's okay. Maybe there's something here that you can find out before we can get to you. Try to get along the meantime—we'll talk to you as soon as we can.
And in bubbly handwriting at the bottom: Sorry we can't welcome you in person yet, but we'll be there soon! We're trying to work out some things right now, like how to get your stuff back to you. You're in a safe place, though, so try to take it easy and stick together until we get there, okay? See you soon!
Inside the shop, it's as the message says: there are bags neatly lined up. There's something... enchanted about them, almost, that leads you to the one that is apparently yours, and prevents anyone else from picking up someone else's. (Literally, like they weigh a ton, even if you're normally capable of lifting said ton.) The enchantment wears off once you've claimed your bag. Each one contains:
- ★ a travel size first aid kit, with bandages, gauze pads, and a little tube of antibiotic ointment
★ a small dessert box of edible sugar flowers
★ a coupon for a meal at the Hotel Nido di Gazza
★ a golden coin, specific to you and your daemon alone
At present, a thick fog and threatening thunderclouds have encased the city. Rain is intermittent, as are the flashes of lightning, but it's a rather oppressive atmosphere to welcome you in with. Any attempts to leave the city walls, or to step off of the boulevard into the unknown (even if you can clearly see the sand of the beach, hear the waves beyond, see a beacon of light cutting through the thick fog), will be met with a feeling of dread and your steps turning you back around into the city proper again. Your daemons may even tug at your clothes with a self preservation instinct that kicks in for the both of you. Isn't it safer here?
welcome to cittàgazze
Hello, everybody! Welcome to the start of the game—please enjoy the weekend zero intro to the fullest, as we get everyone settled in, and feel free to explore the setting to your heart's contents. Additionally, please note two things of particular interest as your characters familiarize themselves with their new home away from home:
The first, of course, being that IC profiles are not ICly available yet. Once they are, we'll let you know. Just make sure you're filling them out this weekend!
The second is that your character does not have their item from home or canon changes of clothes yet. If you'd like to change out of the clothing that you've been so graciously given—why? They're nice, aren't they? Don't you appreciate them? But I guess you can raid the homes and shops of the city, if need be, until further notice. Clothing styles are 90s function over fashion you might find in a humid climate like this one, though there are some... outdated, if simple, trendier styles available.
Let the mods know if you need anything, and enjoy!
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[The lieutenant's tone is neutral, but then he looks at who he's talking to and... adjusts his glasses, squinting. Bruises cover his face.]
... Hm. This is bad.
[He says, looking directly at Revali.]
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[Still thinks it's unhealthy, but eh. If it's normal then it's nothing to criticize]
What is bad?
[Medli, grabbing onto Revali's shoulder, already seems to be baring her fangs. Even though Revali is being civil it seems his daemon doesn't hesitate to react with hostility. Or maybe that's just how honey badgers are like. Who knows]
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I'm currently recovering from what I thought was a minor concussion. But now it seems I must be hallucinating.
I assume you're not actually a giant bird...?
[He is genuinely concerned that he has brain damage.]
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[Revali definitely didn't touch the 'bird' part. Apparently he thinks it's plain to see that yes, he is]
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Forgive me -- but a human-sized bird is still... significantly larger than any bird I've ever seen.
[He speaks in an even tone, but then something in him cracks a bit.]
... God, have I actually gone insane?
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[Which he wouldn't mind? But he's really starting to wonder if the 'getting revived' part did something to him he hasn't realized. Does he have something on his face? Are his feathers looking weird?
Note to himself: try to find a mirror somewhere. His ego extends to his vanity, after all]
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...
I apologize. It must be tiring to have people gawking and reacting like that.
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[Yes. Yes, it's tiring, but...sigh, at this point he can't bring himself to care. Like it or not, it seems he's stuck with all of these people]
But it doesn't matter. For all we know, our captors will be people with appearances we have never seen ever before. Try not to gawk at them -- they probably won't take kindly to that.
[He says as if there's not a chance he'll gawk. Revali has seen a couple races that look nothing like Hylians, but if they're very different then the surprise probably will catch him offguard!]
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... Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, by the way. You are?
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[Oh great, another bombastic introduction. Revali may be the real deal and a formidable warrior, but that doesn't make his introductions any less bombastic, really]
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[And there it is: although he does do what he does because he cares, he also is in it for the glory and the fame as a warrior. Figures]
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[That was a skeptical noise just now.]
What sort of foe do you fight against, if I may ask?
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[Usually Revali always has that sort of tone that makes him sound like a pompous jerk, but now that pretty much gets evened out into a more serious, almost grave tone. Still, he has to elaborate:]
The blight threatening with the total destruction of the kingdom. Monsters attacking everything, evil soaking through the land like a miasma. The royalty, the backbone of the kingdom, fell, and so did many other places. Truly abhorrent times that lasted a hundred years. Only recently they ended.
[He shrugs]
But it probably will all be back someday. With some luck, it'll be thousands of years in the future when it happens and will be solved quickly.
[Buuuuut unfortunately for everyone there's a sequel in the works, so that sure sucks for Hyrule. Something's afoot and it likely will be happening pretty soon after the original game, haha]
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What kind of monsters?
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Sounds like something from a fantasy novel, or a role-playing game.
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[It's the correct reaction, really]
I don't get it at all. It's everyday for me. Hearing it get called fantastical is rather...odd.