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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[baebladie]

Why should I tell you?

[ Blade steps into the room proper, now. Honestly, he isn't too fussed about introductions...

But, a pistol being pointed at him doesn't bother him, apparently, and he is curious what it would take for him to try to fire it. Go ahead, give it your best shot, Sousuke. ]

[arbalestrier]

[The pistol is still pointing at Blade, but he doesn't pull the trigger, even if his finger is hovering over it.]

You don't value your life?

[baebladie]

[ Blade wanders around in the general area, even moving to turn his back to the other man to examine the ornamental weapons, whether they be blades or not, to inspect their craftsmanship.

There's an easy answer to the question, but Blade figures there's a higher chance of provocation if he responses in a particular manner. ]

Why should I be concerned?

You won't go through with it. Or do you want to prove me wrong?

[arbalestrier]

[As Blade moves around the room, Sousuke automatically moves so he can keep the other man in his line of sight and to ensure there's sufficient distance between them. Despite the caution, his face is as blank as ever, even with the apparent taunt. However, he eventually lowers it enough that the muzzle points to the ground a short distance in front of Blade.]

No, that won't be necessary. Shooting you would only waste a bullet.

[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?

[arbalestrier]

[He's very aware of the blade in Blade's hands (hah) right now, and quickly runs through a number of scenarios in his head. Even with this buffer space between them, it probably wouldn't be difficult for Blade to cross the distance, or to use the knives as projectiles. The room had relatively little in terms of cover, and there was only one exit.]

You're just another person wandering the grounds. You don't know where this building is, and you don't know how you ended up here. Am I wrong?

[Despite saying all of that rather confidently, Sousuke honestly wasn't sure if that was all true. It was mostly based off his personal experience so far and what little information he'd gleaned at this point, so for all he knew, the man he was talking to was his captor. But if he was just another person caught up in this kidnapping scheme, then getting into a fight seemed like a waste of time.]

[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. ]

[arbalestrier]

[As superfluous as it is, the knife twirl still indicates enough familiarity with such a weapon that confirms that being cautious was the correct choice. As Blade advances, Sousuke holds his ground for now; he's not going to just stand there as Blade gets right in his face, but there's no benefit to backing himself up against a wall if they're going to fight.]

Trust? If that's what you think, you're the one being naïve.

[He doesn't point the gun at Blade, but he does watch carefully for any movements.]

[baebladie]

[ Blade takes pause.

Not for the fact Sousuke is being appropriately cautious; though not because he's armed, and not because he is a stranger to be sized up for potential conflict.

But because of the words that fall out of his mouth; Blade is nowhere ever in his right mind, but by Aeons to be called naive is enough to give consideration. It's not for long when his mind doesn't abide by conventional logic, though it is received without anger. ]

...Is it "hopeful" instead?

[ Blade takes another step. ]