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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[simulacres]

The rainbow?

[ does this guy only speak in cryptic nonsense? ]

What does that have to do with ants?

2/2

[snakeblood]

Fine. I believe you. [ Don't start crying. ]

[diel]

No. But I was… when I was… [ the word he wants is something he can’t say. he settles on: ] …younger.

[ and scared. very scared. things were bleak back then, his only source of light was - his eyes darken and he blinks the warped visage away.

not anymore. ]

I have my family now. Why don’t you find a family, too?

[oncefallen]

No, not at all. [...] Who might that be?

[He's genuinely curious, but also glad for the topic diversion.]

[diel]

[ no promises on the crying. ]

Thanks…

[ humiliating someone always comes with the intent to hurt. hurting people and feeling good about it, that’s -

his dad was like that. no more. ]

We can keep talking then.

[coldseep]

( He notes the curious hesitation to pick a word, the flicker of a strange demeanor - secrets, he supposes. Faucets he'd like to see more of, if privileged.

For no reason besides the fact that he's curious. For he's a whimsical thing. For there isn't a lot of reason for very many things right now.

The word "family" earns Yoru that slightly watery look in his eyes again. Sorry, the grief is recent, but he won't spill it all here. You're fine. You're safe.

Instead, he just opens his palms a little helplessly, like someone hoping for the grace of god. )

... They keep taking my family away from me.

( And there's nothing he can do to bring them back, as much as he tries.

He lets his hands fall, like he's dismissing it - the feeling, the fresh recollection. )

I'm really happy you've found your place, Yoru. Please take good care of your family, okay? Don't end up like me.

[snakeblood]

[ Even though you seem on the verge of tears?? ]

Sure, knock yourself out...

[oncefallen]

Why does anyone collect anything? These weapons must hold some particular appeal for them for whatever reason. Aesthetic, perhaps, or maybe they remind them of their days on the battlefield. We won't know for certain unless we can find the owner and ask them.

[This certainly isn't the strangest collection Vanis has ever seen. Frankly, he'll take weapons over all of the, uh, bones and pinned insects and the other very questionable display pieces in Rosé's room.]

[coldseep]

( oh no... Hwy looks really sad about that, like he just said he only has 4 weeks to live. )

Can't you just enjoy yourself 'til then? Seems like a shame not to.

[antline]

You don't know? He created the primarchs...

[fourtuity]

[ Tilting her head when she hears about creatures, but well, it's not like that's the oddest part of what they're saying from her point of view. ]

Emotion, huh? Kinda like "Love Makes the World Go Round" or something. Making emotions into magic like that sounds pretty cool. It's different from where I'm from. There's just...humans. If we do have powers, it'd be through thoughts, I guess. Morphic resonance.

[ Which is probably boring for a kid. ]

What sort of stuff did the ones you lived with do?

[fourtuity]

Sheesh, if I showed every worry I had, I'd be a nervous wreck unable to move for, like, a month.

[snakeblood]

[ ??? All these strangers are really confusingly emotional... ]

It's not like I'm living unwell? I live how however I want, under the house rules. As long as I have my sanctity, whatever. [ He can still indulge in a lot of vices. ]

[oncefallen]

Primarchs... that isn't a term I'm familiar with.

[...]

What is the name of the world you come from?

[antline]

Oh. Nothing at all. But I have to find the rainbow. To find him.

[sooooo helpfully explained]

[antline]

No...?

[Now he's really confused.]

The Skydom. Realm of the sky. And yours? The same?

[distain]

You are correct. [In his assumption that she knows nothing about Eorzea or that he is long-winded? Hm.] But it often helps to have things explained to me when I don't understand them.

[She supposes she could ask why a cat person could believe in Hell, but... perhaps that theory is incorrect. She is still living, and she could probably verify that by giving herself a strong enough pinch.]

We have only humans, though there are several races between us.

[oncefallen]

Chagran. Our "realm of the sky" is called Gypsophila.

... this certainly is interesting indeed. We may both be fallen angels, yet it seems like we come from different worlds entirely.

[antline]

...

[...And here he thought he was someone like him. He sighs.]

It seems so. I have never heard of Gypsophilia.

[oncefallen]

[Hmm, Vanis notes that sigh.]

Still, meeting another fallen angel is a rarity indeed, even if we hail from different worlds. There aren't many of us where I come from, I'm afraid.

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv lets out a little scoff, because like. How the hell else do you respond to that?]

Jesus. What do they make you read in school where you're from?

[allrounder]

Ah, you make a good point!

[ There's a lot of easily breakable stuff here... ]

Say, if you worry over ruining one of the tomes in the library for example, I would not be opposed to ensuring it sees safe transport from the shelf to you.

[simulacres]

That is so vague that I can't even imagine what kind of person you're looking for.

[ is it a leprechaun or something. ]

[allrounder]

I've no clue. I can make assumptions regarding the type of place we are in, however...

[ He crosses his arms, shaking his head. ]

Beyond that, I could not tell you much else.

[allrounder]

'Tis a complicated question. I'm surprised you consider a stranger's opinion of value.

[ But, hmm... He'll have to think on it, lifting a hand up to his chin to sort through his feelings and memories. Years and years of thoughts and experiences and historical records— ]

I believe that anything that can be worked through should be, especially for the betterment of all. It may sting or it may reopen old, ancient wounds but moving forward is almost always the correct path.