intro log.

[fracturamods]

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.

Comments

[merrygopound]

[ Her own dad wasn't all that great (though she'd never admit it), she expects nothing else from any other dads.

But his smile does absolutely nothing to make him look less pretty. Shocking, really. ]

I'm Okiura Mizuki. You can call me either, I don't care.

[ Unlike Minato, who doesn't get to be formal. ]

[souheki]

[TREAT YOUR ELDERS WITH RESPECT, SAYS not Lan Wangji because she is not from his sect so he doesn't care... the pure and righteous Hanguang-jun, at your service.

And also to save my poor lil pixi noggin, he's gonna keep it simple.] Very well. Do not waste your energy, Mizuki.

[does it sound more convincing if he uses her name]

[merrygopound]

... How do you know it's a waste?

[ Well. At least she's asking first. ]

[souheki]

[It's a start!!

Rather than answering with words, he lifts a hand. With a graceful flick of his fingers, he sends a thread of spiritual energy towards the pillar, leaving a precise slash directly in the middle of the message. But, of course, by the time he lowers his hand, it's right back to the way it was.

Has he proved his point? He can try to punch it in half if she wants, but]

[merrygopound]

... What did you just do?

[ Wait, wait, wait?? ]

[souheki]

Spiritual energy.

[That answers nothing, Lan Wangji, but thanks for trying.]

Physical attacks have also been ineffective. [So has scribbling on it with crayon, in case she. Was considering that.]

[merrygopound]

[ She was not. What kind of childish loser would use crayons? ]

... Great. So it has to be left alone.

[ She looks so unhappy about this. ]

[souheki]

[Yeah, Galo, what kind of loser uses crayons?]

Mm. [Sorry, Mizuki, you're gonna have to deal with being called "broken"...] Do not take it to heart.