[Game Opening, Part 1 - What Souls Here May Bring]

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The drawstrings cut,
my hollow ebony stained wood plomps to the floor—
THUD

Eyes open, souls recollect.
The new me, erect.

I make my own decisions, have my own priorities,
have my own thoughts.

No external force taps into me—
Freedom.
- Jana Bielecki
Who: (Everyone OPEN LOG)
Where: (City Hall)
Summary: (You've just arrived in the city. Welcome.)
Warnings: (Intro logs are pretty warnable.)
Style: (The text is in prose, but feel free to write back in action tags if you feel more comfortable.)

They always say the first day on a new job is always the hardest.

But tell me...did those tasks include being taken from your own homeworld, dumped into a city you didn't recognize, meeting a man dressed in the purest of whites with a butterfly mask, to be bestowed the power of Persona, and then having some Men in Black lead you to the city hall saying you were expected?

...

...at least your things are apparently safe in your new apartments?

...

...looks like you might be here for a while.


What a way to start the first of September...

As they usher the last of you in, you realize that they've been preparing this for quite a while. There is a small table with food on the right, mixed cuisine (although the main theme seems to be Japanese dishes). Some strange computer program appears next to you and seems to be translating what you are saying so those before you understand. Language barriers? Don't be silly!

Most of the men ignore you after that. You are expected to mingle amongst yourselves a bit before the main 'show' starts, it seems....

Comments

[greyerrant]

"What are you doing there? I do not have food."

Rumbles the giant grey angel, armored in ceramite.

[fateaversion]

That isn't what this little kitten is looking for, big guy. Especially since he'd be up on the table if he wanted food.

Pet hiiim, big guy. You know you want to.

Just don't squish him.

[greyerrant]

The space marine picks the cat up by the red scarf, bringing it eye to eye with his helm. "You are a strange little felid. Are you a juvenile of the species?"

[fateaversion]

The cat tilts its head, not seeming to mind being held up by that scarf - whether he's just cool enough not to be strangled by it or just plain isn't heavy enough is anyone's guess. He tilts his head at that question. Fuck, what is human speech. He's tempted to ask, but he's staring at a huge ass tin can who could probably squish him flat. It's best to avoid that.

[greyerrant]

Garviel, not caring particularly, sets the cat down on one massive pauldron. It can ride with him for a while, it isn't like he's going to get weighed down or anything.

[fateaversion]

Aw yis.

Sissel just sort of curls up there, head lightly nudging against the big metal dude's head. For now, he's a bit reluctant to let on about his tricks, so he... refrains from thanking the big metal man. For now.

And with good reason.

He'd rather not get squished. This guy could end up like a more violent prime minister, with the posturing he's doing.

[greyerrant]

Garviel is most likely the most violent person the cat has ever met. But then, few people are steeped in 200 years of war.

[fateaversion]

Pretty much.

But surely Garviel wouldn't stomp on a kitten with psychic abilities would he--

[greyerrant]

Possibly. He didn't step on a watcher in the dark who busted him out of Aldurukh recently, and that was a psychic xenos which was EXTRA HERETICAL.

[fateaversion]

POSSIBLY IS TOO MUCH OF A RISK.

You get no psychic pings, Garviel.

None.

Because you might stomp on Sissel.

:[

[greyerrant]

QUITE POSSIBLY.

He just stands around with a cat on his shoulder. Like a boss.

[fateaversion]

Like a boss indeed.

Now if only sunglasses fit over his stupid helm.

[greyerrant]

He's got tinted lenses already brah, no need for raybans here.

[fateaversion]

But they make it so much more authentic.

[greyerrant]

Garviel just waits for the felid to lose interest. Squashing it would be impolite.

[fateaversion]

Given about an hour, Sissel just gives the human's head a thankful nuzzle and then just sort of... leaps off?

He lands on his feet (albeit he staggers slightly) and then just sort of wanders off into the land of people again.

He'll probably see you soon, big tin can.