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]

Then, you should count yourself luckier than most. Especially if you've really lived that long.

Is that what scares you? Their spirits coming to haunt you? They probably can't even remember who you are anymore.

[antline]

Scares me?

[He just looks confused, but its sort of in a frustrated way.]

No. I don't think about their spirits. I don't like thinking about that much at all.

[snakeblood]

Right. Bothers you, you said.

[antline]

It does. Especially with this half-baked intellect of mine...these limiters....



[A long pause.]


Does something bother you?

[snakeblood]

Only that you're not human, but I can't tell.

... hmm? Limiters?

[antline]

Can't tell? I think you said something before...where you can sense things, yes.


[The question only makes him close his eyes, a little pained. He's not elaborating.]

[snakeblood]

Yeah. It's not like I can explain it well though. It's just like, if you know, you know?

[antline]

And if I don't know?


[What then?]

Who are you?

[snakeblood]

Just a guy with more spiritual power than most humans.

[ Smile. ] Is that enough of an answer?

[antline]

...

Are you uncomfortable with it? Your power.

[snakeblood]

My power? No, I was born like this.

[antline]

Are there others like you?

[snakeblood]

With high spiritual power? There's only one that I know who's better than me, Sora from the Temple of Misty Mountain. Well, he's got his hands full. [ No, he's not jealous, no matter what Yuri said. It's just annoying to have to be on some kid's good side. ] Oh, they also used to have a girl too... But she disappeared years ago. Pretty sure she's dead.

[antline]

[So rare...]

Do you have your hands full?

[snakeblood]

No, I don't take long term clients like him. And they aren't usually a handful like that "young master" of his. [ ... ] I am dealing with something right now, but that's why it's irritating I'm here and not where I'm supposed to be. [ They have time though. Probably. ]

[antline]

Maybe you will be able to get out and deal with that something. I hope you do.

[Because he does seem annoyed otherwise.]

[snakeblood]

Thanks. [ And to himself, he mutters. ] Hopefully before that idiot dies on the side of the road somewhere.