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[trustwellness]

You wake with the unshakable feeling that you shouldn't be here. Perhaps you were in the middle of something, perhaps you weren't. Either way, you're waking up in an unfamiliar location with no recollection of how you got here. The room you've woken up in is sparsely-decorated, though that might be difficult to tell at first given how nice the beds are...but eventually you'll notice a few things that are a little...off. Maybe the scent is striking you wrong - it's clean, but it's not yours. Maybe your bed back home doesn't support your back in quite this way. Maybe you should be seeing sunlight through your window by now. Maybe you should have a window in the first place. This isn't right, but leaving the room won't give you any more answers. You might want to grab the silver key sitting on your trunk on the way out. Don't worry though, you aren't all alone here. Once you step outside your room into the hallway, you'll notice that a few others are emerging from their rooms as well. It looks like they're just as confused and concerned as you are. Feel free to talk to them, but none of you know how exactly you wound up here and maybe some useful information can be found by exploring. If you follow the hallway to its end (and it's a very long hallway), you'll eventually arrive in the foyer. You'll find some very interesting information about yourselves on the wall near the clock. Perhaps even more importantly, if you look on the other side of the multi-pendulumed thing, you'll find other framed information that you might want to pay attention to. It could very well be the key to escaping this strange place, after all. Don't worry if you forget the rules, you can find them in every room of the building. Of course, search as you might, you won't find a doorway or a window of any sort. Getting out won't be so easy, it seems. But who knows? Perhaps your fellow captives have something to say about all of this. Welcome to Chronos University.

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[oyashiromama]

[She takes a moment to watch the child, as she's so very used to just watching, but it strikes her just what he's trying to do and uh

for the first time in a thousand years she feels her cheeks turn red]

Ee-AY-so-moo-ru. Ieasomuuru.

[I am so sorry]

[feistytrader]

Ieasomuuru. [...Hey, yeah, that sounds right. The turns to say thanks, and...



That sure is the girl with the really long and complicated name, isn't it.]

Sorry.

[oyashiromama]

[Aw hey, someone apologized to her that's new.]

D-d-don't think anything of it, I- it's not even a name I use anymore. Just call me Hanyuu.

[feistytrader]

...Hanyuu's a lot easier to say.

[You're on a roll here, buddy.]

You're not really a god, are you?

[Speaking of on a roll-]

[oyashiromama]

[she should just have an ama]

Yes, I am. [...] Just of a small village, nothing grandiose.

[feistytrader]

[...He looks her over for another moment, considering whether or not to believe her about being a god.

And then he bows his head down. That's the appropriate thing to do here, right?]

[oyashiromama]

[...Oh, well, what a good kid??]

You've no need to do that, child of man. ...Ah, your name- Silver, is it? [...because it's unlikely but maybe he has a different name too no hers is the most complicated]

[feistytrader]

That's right. Although now I have to wonder how a God got in a place like this.

[But hey, maybe she has cool powers, right? This probably isn't even her real form. Maybe she's really fifty feet tall, with huge horns...]

[oyashiromama]

That's something I don't know either. I was in no state to be even seen before waking up here- or to wake up to begin with, so I'm...incredibly puzzled. Whoever they are must have incredible power.

[...You know, we have no idea what the hell her real form looks like so maybe it does, just for you Silver.]

[feistytrader]

Or they're controlling it.

[This brings back so many bad memories.]

So what's the good news?

[oyashiromama]

...Good news?

[why did you ask her for good news]

Ah... Ahh... Au... ...My powers are very limited? And they rely on belief, so...even if someone were controlling them, they probably...could do nothing with them to hurt us.

[feistytrader]

[...Okay, he could point out that that was the saddest attempt at looking on the bright side, but-]

You have to have people believe in you to use your powers?

[...Does she shrink without anyone to believe in her?]

[oyashiromama]

[she's really bad at this oh my god]

I do. Shinto gods, as it were, are based on belief for everything. It's how I became a god in the first place.

[feistytrader]

[...Is that something in Sinnoh? He's never heard of it before. Of course, Pokémon don't usually look like people, either.]

So people just believed that you existed, and you just showed up?

[oyashiromama]

No, it... They believed I was a god sent to protect them, and it was so strong that it became true after I died.

[...does he think she's a pokémon oh]

[feistytrader]

[...So Ho-oh brought her back? Or maybe another legendary...]

Sorry. I shouldn't be asking you about this.

[oyashiromama]

[Hanyuu smiles and waves her hand.]

I don't mind it. It all happened so long ago, and it's actually better to answer questions than have people assume.

[feistytrader]

...You're pretty friendly for a god.

[Isn't she supposed to be all proper and regal and a little bit terrifying?]

[oyashiromama]

[subversion is a hell of a thing]

That is a surprise? I can't speak for any others, but I would like to live my existence as a peaceful, kind god, not a wrathful one. It's just how I think it's best.

[feistytrader]

The people in your village must really appreciate it. I hope they come visit your shrines a lot.

[oyashiromama]

[if you look close enough you can see the exact moment her heart breaks--

Hanyuu keeps a gentle smile.] Thank you, that's sweet. They do their best. They all hold me in very high regard.