f̶r̶a̶c̶t̶u̶r̶a̶ (
fracturamods) wrote in
fracturarpg2019-12-01 08:05 am
Entry tags:
intro log.
welcome mingle
( AND SO IT BEGINS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.
When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably.
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.
Well - that, and all the people who seem to have woken up alongside you, lost and also probably Doing Their Best™.
There's no need to fret that much though. It's hard to say exactly where you're going next, even though some places might feel a little bit more like a clue, but what you do know is one unshakeable thing:
There's still much more ahead of you.
When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably.
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.
Well - that, and all the people who seem to have woken up alongside you, lost and also probably Doing Their Best™.
There's no need to fret that much though. It's hard to say exactly where you're going next, even though some places might feel a little bit more like a clue, but what you do know is one unshakeable thing:
There's still much more ahead of you.

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[I mean this lady wearing a sombrero isn't going to stop her at all, for the record. She just wants to know if she's getting a show or not]
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[ Screw you, slab. ]
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[She sure is trying to get this child to punch a slab]
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Which...
Crumbles!
Slightly.
But then it's immediately back to normal and Mizuki looks more disappointed than hurt. ]
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[Hey she learned something!
Thank you small child for being her impromptu guinea pig.]
Magecraft, perhaps...?
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[ Look... she's a smart kid, but that's a bizarre word. ]
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Luckily this lady ain't patient, so--]
Think of it as... low level magic.
All it amounts to is this place plays by very particular rules, if I'm correct. Don't bother knocking your fists into anything -- it won't amount to much.
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... So basically, I can't do any kind of property damage because it'll just fix itself? Lame.
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[...]
By the way, how ... old are you, child?
[Is this actually a short adult? She looks so young and yet she just slammed against a slab with great prejudice.]
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[ With the most offended frown. But then-- ]
I'm twelve.
[ WHICH IS MOST CERTAINLY A CHILD. ]
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you the child of some god?
[CLOSES HER EYES FOREVER]
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But my grandpa was raised by dolphins?