Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

[lesmodsalouette]

Bievenue

You're wrapped in a soothing, all-encompassing darkness.

Well, perhaps not perfectly all-encompassing -- you can see some slivers of light here and there, just enough to realize that your current space is literally wrapped in something, and that you are a highly customized burrito at the mercy of an entirely too fluffy bed and set of blankets. Moreover: you are definitely not alone.

Depending upon the contents of your bed (two of you, waking up dressed exactly in what you wore last you remember back where each of you came from, in the exact same state as those last moments no matter how illogical or disjointed), it may not be comfortable or feasible to stay cocooned up for much longer. There's a low, muted GONG, GONGG coming from not far away, your bed creaks like a beleaguered ship in an unannounced storm, and it is joined by even more noises of movement beyond the bed canopy as you try to take stock of where you are.

Eventually, you either fall out of bed or drag yourself into this world: your new and strangely crowded personal rooms, the clock insistently sounding out the hour, and the halls and heraldry of the venerable Château Ambregris -- a lavishly decorated and fully furnished version of a more-or-less authentic French castle (assuming you know what France or a castle are).

Left to your own devices for the moment, you may find it helpful to explore the castle for your own purposes, check out the suspicious statues and personalized plaques in the Promenade of Reflexion, or perhaps to try to get to the bottom of the mysterious and frankly alarming amount of bread piled up in front of the place settings in the Banquet Hall. (Were you thinking of escaping? Any attempts to leave the property will be met with no forward progress at all, treadmill style). There's just about every kind of loaf, roll, boule, baguette, croissant or even animal-shaped bread you can think of stacked in baskets. There's absolutely nothing else save for plain bread, but at least you won't starve.

[OOC: Welcome to Château Ambregris, a perfectly normal castle receiving perfectly normal guests. Feel free to ask any questions in discord! The NPC Meet & Greet will be later today, March 8 at 6 PM EST/3 PM PST.]

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[oncefallen]

[Oh. Oh, this is fascinating, actually... fallen angels are such a rarity that Vanis had thought he knew of every one that existed. But apparently not..?]

I don't recall ever meeting you, either. Perhaps you fell before my time.

[He twirls a lock of his hair between his fingers, considering.]

But you understand my concerns about the nature of this place, then. To somehow be able to seal our powers... there aren't many who should be capable of such a thing.

[antline]

...I suppose?

[So many hundreds of years ago...and then he was brought back, made to act for the Head Researcher on those plans he had made so long ago. And his mind at the time was...]

[...]

Yes. I also...am concerned. I could hide my aura at will, but here it...feels like someone is hiding it for me. Do you have any idea who?

[antline]

Solemn?

[He's not familiar with the word.]

I don't like thinking about things, though.

[oncefallen]

I don't. That's what I'm currently trying to find out.

[Because it shouldn't be POSSIBLE. He should be able to feel any sort of sealing magic used on him, and what's more, there are only so many angels and demons with the level of power to be able to do such a thing in the first place.]

If this is somehow That Thing's doing...

[There's something incredibly cold to his voice as he says this.]

[antline]

That...Thing?

[Please tell him, fellow fallen angel. What's the tea...]

[fourtuity]

[ Somehow, talk about awakening has changed the way she talks. Like someone sprinkled some pep onto her. ]

Becoming a human burrito, you mean? ...Uggh, that sucked. I guess that's way better than waking up in a coffin? But I could'a gone without falling to the floor.

[fourtuity]

Hmm...serious. Formal. Something like that.

[ And then he suddenly says that and throws her for a loop. ]

...Um, why doesn't you like thinking about things?

[antline]

It reminds me...I was made a certain way. That's all.

[He looks a little pained.]

[oncefallen]

[Vanis notes this change in her demeanor, filing that away for later.]

Yes, exactly like that. I do have to wonder what they intended to accomplish with that, unless they were simply concerned about all of us getting chilled while we were asleep. It's almost kind of them.

[oncefallen]

[And suddenly, Vanis is all smiles.]

Mmm, nothing important. I doubt he would have any interest in dragging you into anything he was planning.

[It's said in a light tone that doesn't quite manage to cover up all of that coldness beneath.]

[arbalestrier]

[Not a name he knows, because guess who hasn't hit up the profile room yet!]

Affirmative. Even an old model like this has their uses.

[Like pointing it into people's faces...]

[fourtuity]

[ She can't say she gets it. ]

Then...yeah, sure, can do other stuff instead. What would you rather do?

[fourtuity]

Kind isn't the word I'd use, that's for sure. Deranged, maybe.

[ Putting her hands on her hips, she lets out a long sigh. ]

Seriously, what were they thinking? What if a creepo woke up faster than the rest and decided to stab first, ask questions later?

[thesharpestroy]

Yeah, that's...generally the goal.

Growing up with alive parents can suck too. You aren't missing out on vital maternal wisdom by having a dead mom, at least.

[coldseep]

( There are probably wizards who do this, so this checks out to Hwylryn. Go off, Sariel. )

Hmmm... Probably? I must have seen them at some point, but I can't recall a specific time when!

( So this will be fun and exciting, whenever he spots one. )

I don't usually go out on land - not further than the beach. I used to, sometimes... but that was back when I lived in a place that was just snow and ice. Do ants live in snow?

[coldseep]

Do you prefer company?

( He sorta props up his chin on the back of his hands, his elbows slanted columns of support. )

Or is it the room itself that suggests there should be more?

( the multiple beds... all hwy's (and this guy's) right now )

[antemeridian]

... It is.

[ Said easily in agreement after a moment, as if she wasn't actually expecting to be addressed. ]

Still, dated or not, a sword is still perfectly capable of doing harm to someone. One need only hone the edge ... I wonder how well most of these have been maintained.

[ For one, flintlock is incredibly finicky, she knows. For two, the fact that this is all so readily accessible ... Hmm. ]

[coldseep]

( He seems to consider this! )

Hmmm... I suppose that's true. I'd wonder who it belongs to. Is it someone's treasured stash? Is it a trick? Is it a trial?

( Some braincells rollin about in there... nevertheless: )

But I'd pick one up anyway, to see what happens. ( Questions... answered! ) I guess I had that luxury because I wasn't too fragile, but I'm probably pretty fragile here, huh... Then I guess my answer here is such: whatever it's for, I'm lucky it's nothing worse than delicious!

( nomfs another bite )

[allrounder]

I am not a demon!

[ RUDE? Why has he been likened to one twice now!! ]

[allrounder]

Not quite, though we do have bestial traits.

[ Hmmm... ]

I do believe that in the context of other stars, I very well could be one.

[ So, really, the answer is up to her. ]

[allrounder]

The way you speak of it, it sounds almost like an adventure.

[ Ugh, don't make it sound fun!! He's trying to do his due diligence and be properly suspicious here!

It's fine. He'll discard those thoughts for another thread of conversation anyway, for something that had concerned him too. ]

It sounds as if you took note of it as well.

[ Their lack of powers, he means. ]

I doubt I could hardly throw a single healing spell towards you were you to succumb to anything nefarious in that bread.

[snakeblood]

Thanks. [ And to himself, he mutters. ] Hopefully before that idiot dies on the side of the road somewhere.

[oncefallen]

Please don't misunderstand-- I wasn't judging you for that even if you were. I have nothing against demons, personally.

[Man who freeloads off demons is actually rather fond of them, news at 11]

But if you aren't one, then might I ask what you are instead?

[arbalestrier]

[When was the last time someone called him fun? It's always 'downer', or 'gloomy idiot' or something along those lines. A bead of sweat appears on his brow, although his voice is as even as ever.]

Yes. It would be extremely painful, unless you died instantly. Even if the wound isn't fatal, it could lead to permanent damage or infection.

[coldseep]

I appreciate the thought! Are you a magical beast, too?

( if he dies he dies... not that he would, here. this is a safe game. only normal things will happen. )

I think it is an adventure, not knowing what would happen next. ( "Adventure" isn't the first word that came to him, but he's fond of it now that the little lionette has said it. ) I guess this bread could kill me, or the whole castle could come down on you as you ponder. But it'll all happen regardless of what we wonder, so why not have fun with it?