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[opening_act]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, Afternoon
Where: The Arena
What: With any luck, answers.

[ You've met each other, and at least some of the confused amnesiacs have ventured out into the closest thing the sealed city has to open air, outside the dormitory building they woke in. The arena loomed large, the biggest landmark the city had to offer, and at some elected to explore the large building.

For those that didn't, the grand flash of light that fills the streets, coming from the direction of the Arena may call attention to it.

For those already there, the blinding light that suddenly blazed into existence is impossible to miss, pure and bright. If they closed their eyes reflexively, they may not notice, but the observant might notice that the flash left no afterimage on their closed eyelids. For those with their eyes left open, they will find the light doesn't hurt, or diminish their vision when they look away, though they still have difficulty seeing into that burning core.

Not long after, the light starts to dim. At the core of it, a mass of brilliant wings, too numerous to count keeps itself aloft in a constant whirr of motion and feathers. Or— maybe that's wrong, in certain moments there are no pure white feathers but stripped musculature, raw and writhing, with far too many eyes hidden amongst the folds.

Will you approach? ]

Comments

[phonyphanty]

[No, but I'll hang out behind others who are approaching so I can see what happens to them]

[opening_act]

[ even at a distance you can see that not much longer after the light fades entirely, the mass of flapping, moving life has stilled. In fact. . . it's much smaller, and taken a different form entirely. a woman now stands there, in the center of the arena ]

[foreveralawn]

[not approaching, but still addressing the mass of wings (though it might be hard to hear her...)

H...Hello?

[opening_act]

[ despite the distance, and the lack of volume, the mass responds anyway— or is it coincidence? The form dissolves away and reveals a woman, who takes a grandiose bow in the direction of the green haired girl ]

Welcome, welcome.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[...you look like are going to pass out or something, jesus, calm down.]

[phonyphanty]

[actually yeah, I'm with my good twin on this one]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[HELL YEAH I'm approaching. With a pan in my metal fist, even.]

...the hell's all this about?

[opening_act]

[ being bold and brash rewards him with a front row seat to the angelic visage falling away. She smiles with a closed mouth and spreads her arms to indicate the great emptiness of the arena ]

What's "this"? But even now, the curtain has yet to rise.

[paintwithallthecolors]

Don't pick a fight.

[phonyphanty]

At least it's clear what we need to do.

[virtuesandweiss]

[ hanging back, rather than approaching the messenger ]

Making a good first impression?

[dishonestliving]

[what
what is happening]

So... We're in a show after all?

[opening_act]

[ the feathers dissolve away to reveal a woman, who claps her hands together in confirmation ]

Well done! Though, the first act has yet to begin.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

What do you mean, "after all"?

[fantasykiller]

[Upon seeing the mass of brilliant wings, his entire body went rigid. Something about the being before him caused all his muscles to become tense. Without even thinking, his right hand reflectively rose up in front of him. His body remembered something that his mind had forgotten. He trusted his instincts and kept his hand out in front of him like a shield.]

Who are you?

[opening_act]

[ it seems like after a half-minute longer, shielding from the light is no longer necessary. where before shone something strange, now stands a woman. she smiles at . . . the way he guards from the light, perhaps? Or possibly his question, though he asked nothing unusual. she takes a deep performer's bow and provides him with an answer ]

Exael, Angel Harbinger. The angel of omens, prophecy, and tidings of things yet to come.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Some kinda messenger, apparently.

[paintwithallthecolors]

[ staring into the bright light definitely didn't seem like a bad idea ]

Ah- excuse us.

[opening_act]

[ the light fades, and proves you right. nothing bad occurred, and now standing there instead is a woman, the mass of wings consolidated into a human form. ]

None needed. After all, what is a show, with no participants? Welcome, welcome!

[virtuesandweiss]

[ hanging back away from Exael, watching his teammate conversing with her ]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Wielding a pan in one hand, he points and shouts to the others.]

See, I'm not the weirdest looking person here anymore!

[Approaches the writhing mass of feathers/muscles.]

[opening_act]

[ well, you weren't for at least a minute. unfortunately, as he approaches, the light fades entirely and her form has shrunk to that of a woman. ]

No better way to make an impression than with a flashy entrance!

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Most importantly, you didn't just show up and start handing out orders.

[friend_request]

[ approach with like zero hesitation, tbh ]

[opening_act]

[ you're my favorite.

in a moment the wings and eyes fall away to show a woman, who bows to the approaching person ]

Welcome, welcome!