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bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous
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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[Vanis smiles, shrugging slightly.]
I would show you my wings, but whatever this place has done to us seems to have sealed my ability to manifest them. I usually keep them hidden... they're rather cumbersome to try to move around with, you see.
[The demon world is not designed for people with giant, fluffy wings...]
But that may be for the best in this place. I can't imagine trying to maneuver around in these rooms with my wings out.
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[That first statement immediately makes him draw up, attention rapt.]
I am...also a fallen angel.
[Another like him...what are the odds?]
I don't remember you from...the group. But I understand. I cannot manifest my full aura here...
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I don't recall ever meeting you, either. Perhaps you fell before my time.
[He twirls a lock of his hair between his fingers, considering.]
But you understand my concerns about the nature of this place, then. To somehow be able to seal our powers... there aren't many who should be capable of such a thing.
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[So many hundreds of years ago...and then he was brought back, made to act for the Head Researcher on those plans he had made so long ago. And his mind at the time was...]
[...]
Yes. I also...am concerned. I could hide my aura at will, but here it...feels like someone is hiding it for me. Do you have any idea who?
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[Because it shouldn't be POSSIBLE. He should be able to feel any sort of sealing magic used on him, and what's more, there are only so many angels and demons with the level of power to be able to do such a thing in the first place.]
If this is somehow That Thing's doing...
[There's something incredibly cold to his voice as he says this.]
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[Please tell him, fellow fallen angel. What's the tea...]
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Mmm, nothing important. I doubt he would have any interest in dragging you into anything he was planning.
[It's said in a light tone that doesn't quite manage to cover up all of that coldness beneath.]
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[Hm.]
Are you talking about...the Head Researcher?
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[He's genuinely curious, but also glad for the topic diversion.]
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[...]
What is the name of the world you come from?
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[Now he's really confused.]
The Skydom. Realm of the sky. And yours? The same?
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... this certainly is interesting indeed. We may both be fallen angels, yet it seems like we come from different worlds entirely.
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[...And here he thought he was someone like him. He sighs.]
It seems so. I have never heard of Gypsophilia.
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Still, meeting another fallen angel is a rarity indeed, even if we hail from different worlds. There aren't many of us where I come from, I'm afraid.
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[Alright. Might not be like the other fallen angel he knows, but at least someone similar...is nice.]
A lot perished...in the rebellion long ago.
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The rebellion?
[Do go on.]
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[As it goes.]
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And what becomes of one who is "struck down," so to speak?
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[It's all a blur. He was essentially "asleep" for millenia.]