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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[diel]

Oh, I’ve never…

[ …done any of that. ]

There’s a lot of people at the amusement park, isn’t there?

[oncefallen]

Mmm... in a certain sense, I suppose. But it's precisely the fact that human lives are so short that makes them precious.

[Angels are supposed to watch over humans, after all. That's why they exist.]

for irony

[snakeblood]

We're still human. Just not ordinary humans.

What's happening where you are that that's human-animals. [ And like, do they make good material, but he's avoiding the crying. ]

[fourtuity]

Yeah, unless it's that unpopular. [ Hmm. ] Not your sort of thing, I'm guessing?

1/2

[snakeblood]

You think I'd be as disloyal as-[ He pauses quickly. Wasn't this a chance to-]

2/3

[snakeblood]

[ No Seojin hyung's not even here. Right, he forgot for a second. ]

[coldseep]

( Ah, that must have struck too close to home ... he didn't mean to do that. Sorry, Yoru.

But he appreciates the empathy. He really does. )

... You're really sweet. Thank you. And I'm sorry that you know it, too, but... I'm happy you've found a place again. You deserve that much.

( And he means it. He extends the empathy in kind.

"... Right?"

... )

Well, I'm here right now.

( He doesn't answer Yoru's final curiosity fully. Not to shut him out, but because he thinks the truth of it might make him sad. He'd already made Akira cry - wasn't that enough harm? Yoru has been kind to him, and he likes that, so he doesn't want to trouble him much. )

You know, you didn't tell me if you were human or not. Or is that a secret? It's okay if it is.

( he says, as if to tell Yoru not to dwell too much on the time that comes after now, in this place, in this time. )

jiiii

[diel]

[ yonhee’s words… that meme of the two pictures - what’s the diff? ]

Eh? Is that bad? They’re still people.

[ as for why it happened, idk furries i guess ]

3/3

[snakeblood]

[ As if his impure thoughts are obvious, blood comes from his mouth. ]

No, they're still definitely in here.

[ He clasps his hands together and starts praying. It seems a little sacrilegious? ] I'm only thinking about you, I swear!

[allrounder]

[ He blinks, mildly surprised. ]

Is there an issue with my choice of words?

[coldseep]

( u good.........................? )

... Did you want to have an affair before you die?

[snakeblood]

That's not happening over where I'm from. [ It's not really a judgement. He's a little curious. Unfortunately, he's more into bugs but let's not get into that ... ]

[snakeblood]

No! [ It's complicated. ] Absolutely not. It's gross.

[allrounder]

I believe so. Those of us who have less time to live should spend it with as few weights tying down our spirits as possible.

[ There's a touch of reflective softness to his voice, something that speaks deeper to his own ponderings on humanity. He's seen an entire generation come and go, changing as swiftly as the wind. It's an awe-inspiring thing. ]

You say you're long-lived. May I inquire as to how long?

1/2

[allrounder]

[ Hitting him right where it hurts!! ]

[whileaway]

[Well, he can't just leave it now, can he?]

Most manors on this scale that I've known would have painting supplies around in some corner-- especially if they're so keen on displaying their wealth. You should have no trouble there.

[Next he shrugs, the motion emphasized by his too-long sleeves, and the nonchalance of the gesture undercut by his challenging tone in the same breath.] Alas, it seems we're at a loss: I've never found much time for painting amongst my duties, and I'm terribly weak at dancing. Unless you have no care for your toes, you would probably find little entertainment in teaching me to dance.

[allrounder]

Truthfully, I'm now realizing my mistake all over again. 'Tis shameful how careless I was back then.

[ Sure, he took a great deal of care into using his teleportation magic, but he could have done a much better job. ]

Let us hope our foray here isn't years long.

[oncefallen]

Yes, certainly. I am something of a rarity in my own world, after all.

[It's benefited him quite a bit while he's stayed in the demon world... he would be a fool to try to play it down here.]

I've gotten quite used to questions by now.

[diel]

[ unfortunately he’s not a sieve, he’s a sponge… soaking up feelings and dripping with them. his hands aren’t clean so he tries not to touch too much of anything, but he doesn’t realize his feet smears the footprints of his fragile heart for all to see.

it’s kind that hwy thinks he deserves a place to belong. he does belong with his family, doesn’t he? the certainty of it makes his tummy feel warm and fuzzy. he manages a smile that’s only a tad wobbly, and a lot shy. ]

You can have it here.

[ just… quietly insisting that. because! it’s important. family is the most important thing. ]

Since we’re here… it’s not a secret, but it’s hard to explain. I was born human, and now I’m half… something else. Maybe… we can talk about it later?

[diel]

It’s very… sophisticated. Like when you say tomes, I hear a capital T.

[diel]

[ probably not a good idea to say it must have happened a little if yoonhee has eyes like that. plus the cold-blooded part. plus all of that being a family trait…

but yoru will keep these thoughts to himself. ]

Where are you from then?

[ right, cain had mentioned different worlds. ]

[diel]

It’s scary with too many people.

[ he plays around with his fingers nervously. ]

[coldseep]

( He nods in agreement - a shorter life means you have so much less time to cover so much more ground! He supposes G'raha really does seem to make a hobby of pondering. )

Oh, me? ( in a tone of oh, you mean, l'il ol' me? with all the facetious boast that encompasses. ) Maybe a thousand thousand - maybe more, maybe less. When time passes like water through your fingers, it's easy to lose track.

[snakeblood]

South Korea. Isn't my name a give away? [ Nevermind there's Yuri... Sora. They don't matter. ]

[littlegentleman]

I don't have any preferences.

[He'd always just eaten whatever was provided for him. Depending on if he was on a job or not, his diet tended to change...but more often than not, it was important to eat things full of proper nutrients. The idea of being able to make anything at all--anything that he wanted--was a pretty novel one.]

What about you? Do you...have a favorite food?

[That was a normal question to ask, wasn't it? He's not entirely certain.]