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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[allrounder]

I wouldn't want to bore you with the details of it, but dragons have a poor reputation on my star.

[ He crosses his arms. ]

Though this particular issue is beginning to repair itself, it is still a rather delicate thing.

[allrounder]

You think so? I was considering some sort of spell was placed on us to dampen our abilities.

[allrounder]

I have a feeling you likely won't like whatever I make myself.

[ A little smile, one that's slightly embarrassed. ]

Where I'm from is not exactly known for having food that possesses flavor.

[allrounder]

We can only hope that their explanation is fruitful.

[ A pause. ]

Better than the explanation I gave.

[ Filled with excuses and no real answers, he means. ]

[simulacres]

[ she??????? shrugs?????? girl she doesn't know! ]

[the_obedient_servant]

A planet. The birthplace of humanity and monsterkind.

[coldseep]

( huh! he seems quite surprised by this... like, he guesses he can see it, but? )

Well, I guess I've had my share of being worshipped and feared... ( often at the same time, ) but it's not like it's ever been something that'd stop me from doing something I wanted to do. In fact, I'd think it'd be pretty difficult for mortals to stop me if I wanted to move somewhere!

( Not to humblebrag or anything (ok maybe a little) )

[frostlight]

It could be the one and the same. If all of us here are from another dimension, a powerful spell must have been cast to move us at once.

[frostlight]

[She stares for a moment, then looks away with a quiet sigh.]

Never mind. It's not important.

[Or is it? She at least makes a note to file this factoid away for later, if necessary.]

[allrounder]

Indeed, it is difficult. Yet mortals have learned methods of snuffing out a dragon's life over the course of several centuries.

[ Their worlds are quite different, aren't they? ]

'Tis a shame I do not have the tale of the end of the Dragonsong War on hand. I think your interest would be piqued by the establishment of peace.

[allrounder]

And in turn, it would be possible to intertwine that spell with another, effectively rendering us powerless.

[ Sounds plausible to him, honestly! ]

[coldseep]

Humans killing dragons...?

( Maybe not... impossible... but the dragon would have to basically be a willing party in it, considering... Boggling! Fascinating??? Really sad! )

Hmm. Well, I'd be curious to hear it all the same . . . but I hope it has a happy ending, if you know that much?

good he deserves to be deleted

[spotsalone]

[ Confession? Well, no wonder she's fussed about his clothing. ]

I remember going to sleep, but then I woke up here. Odd, that you were snatched in the middle of the day... For my part, I don't see how anyone could have transported me to this place without my awareness. I was in the middle of nowhere.

[allrounder]

[ He nods. Not even he could recommend something like that if it had no happy ending. ]

It does. 'Tis a relief to know that this phenomenon has not occurred on other stars.

[coldseep]

... Dragons are too few and strong where I'm from to be involved in such things, but...

( ... )

... Are there many dragons in your home? I wonder if these things are borne of there being many of anything.

( magical beings are so lonely but they're also spared of things like these conflicts and war... much to think about )

[fourtuity]

Is it like an oil and water thing?

[allrounder]

There are quite a few, yes. Dragons outnumber the great wyrms by a significant amount, however.

[ He falls quiet for a moment, thoughtful. ]

Greater numbers result in higher chances of conflict, but the blame also lays squarely on the shoulders of mortals as well. Their decisions can shape the way that we all interact with one another.

[simulacres]

Oh...sorry.

[ she averts her eyes, her expression guilty. ]

I should be the one that's sorry. I'm...not really good at talking to others either.

[baebladie]

[ Blade even ever-so-helpfully spins the little knife around with a few movements - unnecessary, and with a suddenly detached look, as if he is considering something. The man doesn't look like a terrible opponent.

If he charged him now, he could force his hand (sorry he's like this, Sousuke.) ]

Fortunately for you, I don't.

[ He sees no point in lying. But, at the same time, Blade does nothing to ease suspicions, by talking some more. ]

Not everyone you meet will be the same.

Or...want to even be that friendly in the first place. If you are that trusting.

And if you trust me, you should know that is unwise.

[ Blade takes some more steps closer, curious to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And, if pursuing a fight will turn out to be in his favor. ]

[baebladie]

[ Blade's more observant of his current talking companion than his aloofness might suggest - and the fact that he seems to indicate a familiarity with this type of situation is notable. ]

...Tulip.

Why? And what do you mean "this again"?

[ Blade does want some clarification on that.

So, you know, there is an extra question in there. ]

[ocenon]

A pleasure. [ There's a lack of deference on his own part, but he'll still at least nod in acknowledgement. ]

Now, Andrew Grace, could you expand on what you said about the statues you had just mentioned...?

[ It kind of seems like she's at least aware of someone that matches Ayaka's description, but... he's not exactly sure if he should be worried quite yet or not. ]

[spotsalone]

Murder, mainly.

[ Said with a tone like he's just suggested they go for an afternoon stroll. Might be a nice idea! ]

Do you kill for pay?

[divineth]

[lmaoooooo]

Mayhap for the others.

[He got the full story. Fortunately/unfortunately.

Also smash cut to Witch's Everything.]

[allrounder]

[ Urianger can always be trusted... to keep secrets! ]

Shall we take a walk around the remainder of the premises?

[ocenon]

It's a sobering thought, isn't it? That the sun may set of kingdoms, or great leaders or dynasties, but inevitably the sun will rise again.

[ Not quite the same as Sariel, but like....... it's still that same kind of awe, in a way. ]