bellelurette | Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

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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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Mentally, I'm quite a bit older than twenty-four.

[ There's no reason to hide it, at least as long as he doesn't have to go into specifics here. He'd much rather not have to explain all of that.

Besides— ]

Missing? Your memories, I presume?

Well... [ that's not a no, but it isn't what he means. and he's not too concerned about losing a couple of moments. ] My... skills. I thought they would include more. Did they include everything for you?

[ He thinks back on his plaque for a moment, but ultimately shakes his head. ]

No. There are quite a few missing, but I doubt that ever single spell I could cast would fit on a plaque of this size anyway.

[ "Physick" just takes up extraneous space. ]

Spell…

[ he was not expecting to hear that. ]

Like magic? Exorcism?

Magic. I've not tried my hand at an exorcism...

[ And he hopes he never has to!! ]

Oh, a magician.

[ he nods slowly. ok. that's normal. ish. ]

But why do you think that was left out? Isn't that... kind of important...?

[ his fingers lace together as he holds them by his stomach - to hold in his nerves, probably. the majority of his hands are dwarfed by his sleeves. ]

Ah, but then again... why would they need to display it in the first place? I don't know...

[ He brings a hand up to his chin in thought, a contrast to the bundle of nerves that is the way Yoru holds his hands together. ]

Accomplishments and skills can be honored through presentation through plaques such as these, but the sheer amount of information present on them suggests that it is not a means of honoring us.

[ So what is it? ]

As you said, 'tis strange that my use of magic is not included, and that goes doubly so if this was a means of showcasing our abilities. [ A pause. ] Pray tell, what is missing for you?

[ ack, he actually shouldn't have said anything. it's so hard to explain. ]

Not magic, but I guess... power? Sometimes, I can move things.

[ like espn. ]

At least they didn't pick the most unflattering images of us.

We are indeed lucky in that regard.

[ But sorry, Yoru, he's way more interested in the powers here. ]

By "move" objects, do you mean something akin to levitation?

… Yeah, that’s possible. I mean, I guess I could do that. Could have done that - before today.

[ technically, he has lifted some things! ]

I mostly used it… to avoid touching things directly.

I presume there was a reason for that?

[ His line of thinking is an allergy or something akin to that, but there's a lightness to his tone, like he's gently brushing up against a topic yet ready to back away from it all the same. The how's and why's of magic and spells and powers can be personal, he knows that much to be true. ]

… Because things can break if you’re too rough.

[ and also just because he can. ]

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.

[ well, his instinct is usually to use his power to keep himself safe... but close enough. ]

Tomes...

[ who says that anymore? ]

That's pretty unique. Why tomes, and not books?