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Graveyard

Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.

Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.

While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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Yes, and I'd probably feel so insulted I'd forget the important information. If we want to make this memorable, then we need to keep the focus on what we need them to know.

Which we did as much as we could last time. And no one even thought about it. [ He crosses his arms. He's still pissed about it Shin!! ]

Yes, I know! But there must be a better way to get through to them than childish insults.

Like?

Make them more interested in what we have to say! Things like "Do you want to know the truth about the Lady?" or "Would you like to know what's really powering this city?" I'm sure that would be more effective than just ranting at the people who shouldn't even know we're doing this.

[ ..... ]

Boring, next.

YOU CALL THAT BORING?!

It's very generic villain luring.

Also definitely not concise if you're asking them if they want to know.

Sir, have you even seen who was trapped with us? Those people would be curious about things like that!

If you want to be concise, how about telling them something like "Did you know we're fixing electric boxes on our side to bring you power?" I'm sure people would actually put some thought into what we just said if we phrased it that way!

Or we can just go "It's our souls not brains, you fools, like we bloody told you"!

Edited 2020-01-28 04:02 (UTC)

. . . You know what, omit the swearing at the end and it would be acceptable.

Good you see my point.

[ ... But he's not gonna omit the insulting Shin, they deserve it. ]

Good.

[ He doesn't plan to let this old coot near the controls if that's what he wants to do. ]

Now then, mind explaining what we're supposed to do with this?

[ He holds up the makeshift ball he had been carrying this whole time. ]

Edited 2020-01-28 04:28 (UTC)

[ That is a fight they're going to have. ]

Exercise.

[ Someone might want to break them up before they break something, but that's not important right now. ]

Exercise? What, are we going to be playing catch?

Sure. But without using your hands or arms.

. . . We're playing soccer?

A non competitive-game.

[ ??? ]

I give up. What's the name of this game we're playing?

Kemari.

It's like... cuju from [ zkc name equivalent of china ]? Keepie uppie? foot bag?

[ He's never heard of whatever country you're from, but he does know what Cuju is. ]

Oh, that. I have to ask about some of the rules, it's been a while since I even considered playing Cuju.

[ Shin's idea of fun is generally more creative ~~and horrifying~~ than sporty. ]

I already told you the rules though. It's simple. No hands, no arms. Try to make easy for who's receiving, so no point in hitting hard.

I'll give points for style if you want.

Ah. Right.

[ Nodding in understanding. ] You know, this actually reminds me of a funny thing from America. What they call "football" over there has little to do with kicking a ball and a lot to do with tossing an almond shaped thing at people and tackling them to the ground.

[ he scrunges up his face because what's "America" but he gets it from the context clues.]

Oh well, you know Comericans. Hotblooded and ready to yell about anything.

Mostly accurate-

[ Wait. He cocks a brow at that name. ]

Hold on, did you mean "Americans," or are you from some world where all the countries have different names?

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