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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[snakeblood]

[ I can make Yoru hate him pspspsp ]

I can't exactly explain things that you can't see.

Well, the young master was severely haunted, severely ill, burdened by the weight of his ancestor's sins. Life's unfair that way. [ ... ] But hey! Now he's an adult and can even go on dates with his beloved Sora. [ Though gods know how the hell they get on..... ]

[cleansheets]

Nothing, here.

[ That's the problem. Angelo wants to burn it all down, but he needs his trigger, his Captain, his deity, his everything. He needs the Captain's power and without him he's nothing. Without him, he can't even hurt himself. ]

It's not enough.

[ this is the most cryptic and most angsty conversation.... ]

[allrounder]

The different realms of magic, particularly ancient arcane magicks. 'Tis where my specialty lies.

[ History and magic all rolled into one? Yes, please. ]

[allrounder]

[ It seems Cain is forgiven quickly, at least, because G'raha quickly moves on. He's used to being around so many taller people...

Though they don't really use him as an armrest. That's new. ]

Well... I suppose I'll have to search for something else to eat. Mayhap even make it myself.

[spotsalone]

[ He snorts a humorless laugh through his nose. ]

Cruel is indeed the term for it, but I'm living in the lap of luxury now, aren't I? I won't want for anything now.

[ An optimistic outlook, but he stands by it for the time being. He ignores the offer for help. ]

What about you? Where are you from?

[baebladie]

[ Blade's expression about lack of sword says 'mood' for a literal second. He misses it. ]

Our kidnappers will try to get us off-guard.

Sweeten us up, with the decor.

Then, lead us to oblivion.

[ ...okay, that sure took a turn. But it sure is something!

The modus operandi seems far too gentle to replicate the borisin, but there is a subconscious memory, and a certain kind of association - along with his fractured reasoning. ]

[diel]

[ the most pained expression he can manage. maybe if mister yomi were the one saying this, he’d approve. (he always approves of mister yomi.) but as it is… bleeeh. ]

Are you gonna be like this with everything?

[diel]

[ he’ll just continue to stand there awkwardly while fiddling with his jacket sleeves. sitting next to cain is out of the question.

his meets cain’s eyes, then ducks his head. not a new family member, so he’s not sure how much he should say. ]

When… we get a new family member, they usually wake up confused. But it’s how the family grows.

[ you know, just normal stuff. ]

Did your friend ever go back to their world?

[baebladie]

[ This conversation is just happening like this...apparently...

But, Blade has ways to make it memorable, should he have the chance. Only for himself and himself alone. Or so he presumes.

He doubts it's the same for Angelo; not that he particularly cares. ]

Do you think you can do anything about it?

[perfectpower]

[He could have thwapped his forehead.]

He got the shit beaten outta him. Almost got turned to stone too, but I dragged his ass back to life.

[Listen. Nero is better now so it's fine!]

[baebladie]

Why can't we just all figure it out ourselves?

[ This is why Blade was not the strategist of Stellaron Hunters. Not that he particularly cares...about returning home, but he suggests it anyway. ]

[diel]

[ he opens his mouth, then shuts it. that's enough poking. he shouldn’t - really shouldn’t project his own feelings onto this. even if he thinks the trauma will catch up to hickey.

it always does.

he wants to help before it does. no, don’t poke, don’t prod. they’re not family. ]

Gokurakugai. It’s in Japan.

[ though if hickey cares to notice, yoru wears a fine changshan, patterned with silver dragons. his choker also has a chinese motif. ]

[allrounder]

What if we need important information first? I do not disagree that some punishment could very well be in order, but...

[ He would like to go back. ]

oh my god i deleted hickey I ABANDONED MY BOY

[distain]

[It's a change in fortune for them both, Andrew suspects, on far opposite sides of the spectrum. What a difference having a little bread makes.]

I thought I might have fainted. We attended Confession not long ago, and I think it was the last day for students to receive mail. I was waiting for my friend to be finished. The schoolgirls like to give her things and think I don't approve. I was on the bench... then I woke up with a stranger. [She clutches her hand against her elbow like the thought pains her, at least some part of it.]

Yourself?

[distain]

We've no common connections between us [chat voice: it's love] and no common motive. I didn't even know your kind existed. Physically, one unconscious body is enough to carry.

[Perhaps the girl formerly known as Anna was onto something when she suspected there were multiple kidnappers at play. Hell, too, sounds ever more likely.]

Do you think this story is a horror or a mystery, Sir...?

[frostlight]

Balance? At worst, our souls would be sealed in such a way that dampens our powers for traveling so recklessly.

[Like here, which is already odd, because she shouldn't be having such troubles. Her eyes narrow briefly in irritation at the thought.]

[frostlight]

[Hmm.]

Let me ask you this: What does it mean to you to be a dragon of the sea and the sky?

[distain]

[That seems to resonate with her, whatever the reason.]

Do you have a plan? I suppose since you were already hiding your identity, you might have cooked one up.

[Don't mind the slight callout about something she otherwise acted like she accepted without question ten minutes ago.]

[frostlight]

[Andrew isn't a noble from Eldepel. Tia doesn't bat an eye at the comment.]

I'll wait for an explanation. Isn't that what humans like to do? Until then, I'll be taking a look around this place.

[baebladie]

I don't care about returning.

[ BLADE... ]

But, that isn't the same for all of you.

We'll see what's quicker:

Whatever weapon I can get my hands on that will allow me to kill our captors, or your information-gathering skills.

[ Sorry he's like this, G'raha... ]

[fourtuity]

That sounds like something out of a nightmare.

[whileaway]

Those who wish someone else harm rarely care about if the person harmed can handle it. [You do your best to deal with the consequences, and maybe work to mitigate the problems for select others.

It’s the story of his life, and it potentially being the same here is just another dollop of icing on the cake.

Sighing softly, Break lets the conversation drop— like Cain said, without some more information they have no use speculating endlessly.]

Xerxes Break is indeed me, though you might have to be the judge of the likeness.

[As far as Break can see (frustratingly, endlessly endlessly frustratingly), each statue is more or less the same. His eye doesn’t do more than a cursory glance over them, if Cain is paying attention while Break speaks.]

[simulacres]

One that doesn't involve a lot of movies, unfortunately.

[simulacres]

Magical?

[whileaway]

Oh, are you a noble then? As a servant to a duchy, should I be calling you ‘my lord’?

[The tone is still teasing, even if this potentially isn’t the situation where normal gentry customs would be followed.]

Hmm~. Perhaps for now we should, though we may yet find something else in common.

[There’s no saying how long their stay will be here, after all, and Vanis has seemed more intriguing than most so far.]