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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[antline]

No, there isn't a lot where I come from, either.

[Alright. Might not be like the other fallen angel he knows, but at least someone similar...is nice.]

A lot perished...in the rebellion long ago.

[antline]

Yes. I found one, but I haven't found an anthill. I went inside after and saw the statues.

[antline]

I've never seen the floor of the ocean...but I have met some of its creatures.

[He smiles a little.]

I helped a shark named Old Bruce, once.

[frostlight]

That doesn't concern me. Whoever did this will answer for their illogical summons.

[Simple as that. She'll become their bad news if they don't show themselves soon.]

[frostlight]

Hmm . . . Well, it's probably more of the same.

[Greed has a way with people like that. She doesn't care for it, so she moves onto something more curious.]

What's the MBCC?

[frostlight]

That's it?

[She stares long and seemingly hard at him. Is he for real? Not even the most benign spirit lords think this way.]

. . . I'd never met or heard of a dragon like you before.

[baebladie]

Yes.

[ ...

It could definitely be a stretch, but if it's true, then, well...honestly, Blade has got nothing. He's not some kind of detective. ]

They could have found unique methods to do that.

[frostlight]

[Finally, someone else who knows these things.]

If that's what you feel, it's probably true. The real question is how to reverse the summons.

[baebladie]

[ Blade is going to help with that.

He stares even longer. ]

So?

[frostlight]

I don't need magic from someone else. Hmm . . . but everything makes sense now. What do you do, then?

[frostlight]

[Very questionable, huh . . .

Tia's eyes flicker with irritation.]

They'd better show themselves soon. I don't have time to waste on them.

[frostlight]

[She huffs.]

As if those halfwits could ever threaten me . . . If that's what this is, I'll put them in their place for good this time.

[frostlight]

Really?

[She eyes the piles upon piles of bread.]

I doubt this will make up for what you haven't been having. Shouldn't you be eating meat and vegetables, too?

[frostlight]

I am.

[It's a simple answer for her with a simple justification.]

The past is the past. I'm more concerned about what there's to be done now.

[baebladie]

[ Blade looks at Break silently from the jar he had been inspecting, and then there's a sort of...curious aspect to his expression. ]

You believe you'd be able to tell.

[ Now he is less confused and apparently seeming to indicate in his tone that he doesn't believe that would be the case. What if the food was prepared in this very place, tampered mid-preparation, and stored like this? He could have...probably presented that aspect aloud. But, you know, Bladeisms. ]

[baebladie]

I was with the other Stellaron Hunters.

[ No surprise there. But also quite telling - Elio should have been able to anticipate this; should have warned for it.

Still, the second aspect still is true; countermeasures may be in preparation. ]

If you were so far out of reach...it is a testament to our kidnappers' power.

[ A threat for sure. Elevated to killing status when he sees the soonest available opportunity. ]

[calamitish]

And usually when people say that you stop staring!!!

[ help. ]

[baebladie]

[ Blade takes up one of those knives, and then turns around to face Sousuke, who seems to ensure that he has placed distance between the both of them.

No reaction; despite his precautionary measures, he is not very trigger happy. A shame, really. ]

...And why do you believe that?

[frostlight]

[She stares before looking away with a light huff.]

As long as you stay out of my way, I don't care what you do or don't do.

[baebladie]

...

[ Blade stares stormily at Cain and wonders why is he like this.

There is a long, excruciating moment of silence. And then: ]

Can you keep up?

[ He is still aloof. But right after that, he will begin to walk out of the workshop at a brisk pace. Apparently, Cain hasn't lost the opportunity to scout with Blade.

He's still capable of teamwork. Though can the wizard handle someone as stoic and cranky as he is? ].

[baebladie]

That is your personal experience?

[ Blade asks with his typical expression, and it seems it may be a serious question.

...

Though, really, he can be a pain in the ass if he wants to be, and that is exactly what is happening here. ]

[allrounder]

Understandable excitement indeed.

[ He gets it. ]

Though I fear that even if I were, I doubt I would be of much help here.

[allrounder]

Likewise. That our friend isn’t here speaks to the fact that it likely isn’t their work.

[ He wouldn’t be surprised if there were more Ascians out there somewhere, but… ]

Which makes it all the more concerning, to be honest.

[allrounder]

The great wyrms, part of what is known as the first brood.

[allrounder]

Friend, there is no need to be quite so apologetic.