AtlannianSpy
Alarmed and Strangerous
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<span style="font-size:14px;"><strong><span style="color:#6495ED;">Persona: ShadowNet </span><em><font color="#6495ed">prologue: Unexpected Guests</font></em><span style="color:#6495ED;"> </span></strong></span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">"Welcome, to the velvet room," Your vision clears and the room around you comes into focus, allowing you to take in it's features. It is roughly cylindrical, with small, bevelled windows and is dominated by several sleek, luxurious recliners. Underneath your feet, the softly carpeted floor rumbles softly. It seems you are in some kind of private jet, notably, almost everything is a deep, rich shade of blue. The man who spoke clears his throat, drawing your attention back to where he sits in one of the recliners. </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">He is rather old and somewhat round in both face and figure, but his handsome grey suit is well tailored to him and between his unruly mop of silver hair and a rough beard the same color his dark eyes twinkle with curiosity and mischief. "This is... rather unexpected," says the man, smiling disarmingly and settling his hands in his laps. "Ordinarily only those who have formed a contract of some sort can enter this room." He pauses and looks around at you and the unfamiliar figures around you. "And it's extremely rare for us to have more than one guest at the same time. I confess I'm somewhat unsure of how to proceed, I'm not really the true master of this place you see, I'm merely borrowing it from... hmm, an acquaintance let's say." </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">A soft voice sighs in exasperation from somewhere behind the man and you start, realising you are unsure of how long she's been standing there. She is a tall, elegant blonde woman wearing a stern expression, she seems to be dressed in an old fashioned flight attendants' uniform, down to the little scarf and her clothes are the same shade of blue as most everything else in the room which may go some way towards explaining why you didn't notice her before. </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">"Of course," says the man, wincing slightly and looking chastened. "I haven't even made any introductions yet, how rude of me. My name is Kurtis, as I said I'm making use of this room for a short time, this-" He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand to indicate the stern woman standing behind him. "-Is Amanda, a more permanent resident of the velvet room, she has kindly agreed to remain behind and assist me during my stay here." Amanda looks like she might be regretting having agreed to that now but she says nothing, instead nodding curtly in your direction while Kurtis continues. "All in all our meeting here is extremely unlikely. However nothing happens in this room by accident, it may be that fate has brought all of us here together for a specific purpose, hmm." </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">Kurtis brightens and one hand dives into his jacket, retrieving something rectangular and blue, an ornate deck of cards. "Are you familiar with these?" He asks, shuffling the cards with practised ease. "The tarot, cards which illuminate the threads of the future supposedly. Perhaps they simply reflect the destiny lying dormant within each of us. Either way they might shed some light on our meeting and what awaits you." Kurtis smiles and deals out a card, placing it on the folding table in front of him, revealing a frowning face embedded in a soft yellow crescent. "The moon, representing deceit and illusion. A mystery will present itself to you and an illusion will envelop you. Pierce the veil of illusion and solve the mystery or you will not be able to move forwards. Interesting," Kurtis's fingers swiftly pluck out another card from the deck and place it next to the moon card, revealing a silhouetted figure carrying a bindle, chased by a yapping dog. "The fool, the embarking traveller full of potential. The mystery presented to you will be the catalyst for great journey you must undertake, by it's end none of you will be the same people you were at it's outset. One more card is plucked from the deck and placed next to the fool, showing a dark, looming tower split by a jagged bolt of lightning. Kurtis frowns. "The tower, herald of disaster. Should you fail to solve the mystery thrust upon you there will be dire consequences. Of course it may also signal that you will undergo hardships regardless of how well you do."</span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">Behind Kurtis, Amanda raises one gloved hand to her mouth and coughs softly. "Ah, it seems we are out of time," Kurtis says, gathering up the cards on the table and replacing them in his jacket with a smile. "This room exists somewhere between dreams and reality, today you visited it in your sleep but after you have formed a contract you will be able to come here more tangibly. Let me see, if I had to advise you at this stage I would say this: Always seek the truth, within and with without and rely on each other, you've been brought together for a reason I think. Now then, until next time." </span>
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And with that, you wake up...
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<span style="font-size:14px;"><strong><span style="color:#6495ED;">Persona: ShadowNet </span><em><font color="#6495ed">prologue: Unexpected Guests</font></em><span style="color:#6495ED;"> </span></strong></span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">"Welcome, to the velvet room," Your vision clears and the room around you comes into focus, allowing you to take in it's features. It is roughly cylindrical, with small, bevelled windows and is dominated by several sleek, luxurious recliners. Underneath your feet, the softly carpeted floor rumbles softly. It seems you are in some kind of private jet, notably, almost everything is a deep, rich shade of blue. The man who spoke clears his throat, drawing your attention back to where he sits in one of the recliners. </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">He is rather old and somewhat round in both face and figure, but his handsome grey suit is well tailored to him and between his unruly mop of silver hair and a rough beard the same color his dark eyes twinkle with curiosity and mischief. "This is... rather unexpected," says the man, smiling disarmingly and settling his hands in his laps. "Ordinarily only those who have formed a contract of some sort can enter this room." He pauses and looks around at you and the unfamiliar figures around you. "And it's extremely rare for us to have more than one guest at the same time. I confess I'm somewhat unsure of how to proceed, I'm not really the true master of this place you see, I'm merely borrowing it from... hmm, an acquaintance let's say." </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">A soft voice sighs in exasperation from somewhere behind the man and you start, realising you are unsure of how long she's been standing there. She is a tall, elegant blonde woman wearing a stern expression, she seems to be dressed in an old fashioned flight attendants' uniform, down to the little scarf and her clothes are the same shade of blue as most everything else in the room which may go some way towards explaining why you didn't notice her before. </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">"Of course," says the man, wincing slightly and looking chastened. "I haven't even made any introductions yet, how rude of me. My name is Kurtis, as I said I'm making use of this room for a short time, this-" He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand to indicate the stern woman standing behind him. "-Is Amanda, a more permanent resident of the velvet room, she has kindly agreed to remain behind and assist me during my stay here." Amanda looks like she might be regretting having agreed to that now but she says nothing, instead nodding curtly in your direction while Kurtis continues. "All in all our meeting here is extremely unlikely. However nothing happens in this room by accident, it may be that fate has brought all of us here together for a specific purpose, hmm." </span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">Kurtis brightens and one hand dives into his jacket, retrieving something rectangular and blue, an ornate deck of cards. "Are you familiar with these?" He asks, shuffling the cards with practised ease. "The tarot, cards which illuminate the threads of the future supposedly. Perhaps they simply reflect the destiny lying dormant within each of us. Either way they might shed some light on our meeting and what awaits you." Kurtis smiles and deals out a card, placing it on the folding table in front of him, revealing a frowning face embedded in a soft yellow crescent. "The moon, representing deceit and illusion. A mystery will present itself to you and an illusion will envelop you. Pierce the veil of illusion and solve the mystery or you will not be able to move forwards. Interesting," Kurtis's fingers swiftly pluck out another card from the deck and place it next to the moon card, revealing a silhouetted figure carrying a bindle, chased by a yapping dog. "The fool, the embarking traveller full of potential. The mystery presented to you will be the catalyst for great journey you must undertake, by it's end none of you will be the same people you were at it's outset. One more card is plucked from the deck and placed next to the fool, showing a dark, looming tower split by a jagged bolt of lightning. Kurtis frowns. "The tower, herald of disaster. Should you fail to solve the mystery thrust upon you there will be dire consequences. Of course it may also signal that you will undergo hardships regardless of how well you do."</span>
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<span style="color:#6495ED;">Behind Kurtis, Amanda raises one gloved hand to her mouth and coughs softly. "Ah, it seems we are out of time," Kurtis says, gathering up the cards on the table and replacing them in his jacket with a smile. "This room exists somewhere between dreams and reality, today you visited it in your sleep but after you have formed a contract you will be able to come here more tangibly. Let me see, if I had to advise you at this stage I would say this: Always seek the truth, within and with without and rely on each other, you've been brought together for a reason I think. Now then, until next time." </span>
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And with that, you wake up...
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