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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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[ He says this with his mouth full. At least he hasn't swallowed?
Somewhere in his mind he pictures any of his mentors smacking that food out of his hand and he feels a fool. What the hell was he thinking?
He'll set the rest of the roll down and then turn to the nearest place setting, grab the empty wine glass, and spit out what he had in his mouth. ]
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A napkin may be more suitable.
[ Which he'll take from one of the place settings and hold out to Cain. ]
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Oh, thanks.
[ Cain knows an opportunity when he sees one; he'll take the chance to grab more of the napkin than he needs (good thing he has big ass hands). Inevitably, his fingers brush G'raha's, and the other guy pops into existence. He doesn't have to look now, he can look later. ]
Man, I forgot about that... [ Plops the napkin in the wine glass, just to cover his mistake. ] Do you think they're gonna actually feed us, then? What else are we supposed to eat?
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Well, we simply wait and find out if the bread has any negative impacts. I'm certain you are not the only one who decided to partake in what's on offer.
[ Sucks to wait, but it shouldn't be too long. He figures they can make a decision on eating the food here by evening. ]
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It's very subtle, and it lasts for maybe half a second, but Cain's eyes do widen ever so slightly in surprise. Cat ears, huh? For no reason? Interesting taste.
To deprive himself of the urge to eat the bread, he sets it down, brushes his hands, and sets them on his hips. ]
You sound a lot like my magic mentors from back home. [ Idle observation! ] You must be pretty skilled, from the looks of it.
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[ For Reasons. Reasons that he won't be disclosing, not right this moment. ]
Then you're a student? What field of study?
[ Healer, DPS, tank... ]
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[ Central magic is not inclined in any particular direction. And he's still figuring out his strengths.
Cain finds himself wanting to know what country G'raha's from to know more about his magic, but realizes that doesn't apply. His expression twists a bit, almost comically, as he tries to flip the question in a way that makes sense. ]
So, uh, what... Hold on, I dunno how to ask this. [ ... ] What kind of magic's your favorite?
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Well… he supposes that it makes sense for magic to operate differently on another star, even if he has yet to experience that in particular firsthand. ]
Each type has its own advantages and use. I suppose my preference is whatever is most useful in the moment.
[ An answer that doesn’t help Cain at all! ]
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[ It doesn't help...
Maybe that would make them similar in magic and in hairstyle, but Cain realizes he wouldn't know if he would have an answer to that, either.
He thinks about the lantern that played the songs of the spirits. ]
Wait. Let me rephrase that. What kind of magic feels the best to you?
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Protective magicks, I suppose. It does come more easily to me.
[ And what better than to have the ability to summon a shield to help a friend that's in danger? It's a relief to know he has that skill, that it isn't entirely fruitless to jump in between friend and foe. ]
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[ Not that there could've been a bad or a wrong answer, but that tells Cain enough about G'raha to say he's very likely a trustworthy person. Southerners, and all that.
He'll lean over and rest his arm on G'raha's shoulder because he's arm rest size. The other hand he sticks out for a handshake. ]
You sound like a really nice guy to be friends with. I'm Cain. You are?
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G'raha Tia.
[ G'raha moves a bit so that Cain's arm drops off of his shoulder and down by his side instead. ]
I do request that you not use me as an armrest.
[ But he'll shake Cain's hand anyway! ]
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[ Cain almost says "you're just so short!" But catches himself. Shino would kill him for that, so would this guy. Probably.
Once free from handshake, he makes a gesture with his empty hands to signal his apology. gomen... ]
What'll you eat if the bread's cursed and there's no feast?
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Though they don't really use him as an armrest. That's new. ]
Well... I suppose I'll have to search for something else to eat. Mayhap even make it myself.
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But the sigh is gone pretty quick. He grins. ]
You should invite me if you decide to whip something up.
[ food is best shared something something... not because he's lazy at all or anything no ]
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[ A little smile, one that's slightly embarrassed. ]
Where I'm from is not exactly known for having food that possesses flavor.
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[ He gestures in the general direction of the kitchen. ]
They've probably got hot sauce or something in the kitchen. Problem solved!
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[ Cain needs to try what is the solid equivalent of soylent, it seems. ]
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[ Tilts his head, still smiling. ]
Hot sauce can fix everything.
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[ Some things are just that terrible. ]
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We'll see about that! I'll gladly take you up on it.
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[ wrap?? ]