Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

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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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[antline]

[Sariel already exists in a somewhat general state of confusion and exhaustion. Waking up in this strange place surrounded by people in a very crowded Begonia suite is enough to get him disoriented. He's pulling himself up to his feet off the bed, slouching instantly, and with his ankle-length cascade of hair (feathers??? that is absolutely a wing on the right side of his head), he's trudging along to find a way out...]

[Only to walk into a chandelier. Even slouching can't save his basketball height. He doesn't even say "ow". He just freezes in place for a loooong moment, before he sighs:]

I think I'm stuck.

[After finally being freed from chandelier prison, Sariel is found like some kind of gangly goth skeleton all over the place. He is first beelining to the garden, bending over the nearby bushes and shrubbery, sometimes even laying on the ground, squinting at the nearby dirt. If someone approaches, he just says, lightly:]


I'm looking for ants.

[W.....hy.]

[And of course, what would be the best place for someone of his origin? A chapel, of course, though it seems the look of the place completely bewilders him. He's lightly touching the cherubs on the columns, murmuring to himself.]

Other angels were here...?

[Does he LOOK like an angel himself? Maybe you should ask?]

garden

[frostlight]

[With an appearance like that, it's hard to ignore him—even more so once he says what he says.]

Ants . . . ? Why?

[antline]

[are you ready for the full loredrop...here we goooooo]




[oh wait he doesn't know you]

I like ants.

[he actually is sincere in that, though]

[frostlight]

[She blinks, but it's a legitimate enough answer that she doesn't question it.]

Aren't you concerned about why you're here?

[antline]

...

[He closes his eyes.]

I do not know why we're here. But if it gets me close to the rainbow....

[He doesn't continue.]

begonia

[smdr]

[ jinx exists in a somewhat general state of paranoia and trauma, so the "jolting awake and finding yourself in a whole new place giving piltover vibes" is not the greatest thing in the world.

at least the sheer insanity of sariel's... everything is giving her some pause, but business as usual catches up with her eventually. ]

Makes my job easy.

[ yeah

this is where she'd make fun of him (or shoot him) normally, but. you know. priorities. and no gun.

The List
1. Being Kidnapped (?)
2. Other Stuff
3. ???
4. Loser's Stuck In A Chandelier haha ]

Who, where? Answer, Chicken Hair.

[ wait, no, nevermind. anyway, here is all 5'3" of her threatening (?) ass is planting herself in front of him.

after she makes her way around some furniture and the space he's taking up but. yeah. yeah! ]

[antline]

Chicken....? No. I'm a fallen angel.

[He doesn't realize this is an insulting nickname whatsoever. He seems to take everything matter-of-factly.]

What do you mean, where?

/2

[smdr]

[




🧍 ]

Saying crazier stuff than I do is gonna make this some interrogation.

[ (pos)? (neg)? this is an interrogation? ]

[smdr]

[ anyway. jinx is gonna try to grab some of his hair, in lieu of any pointy object. maybe she'll yank it.

though mostly she's just curious, since he's got the bird wing coming out of the one half of his head...... like it's hair, right? it's hair-y? ]

Where means where, Fallen Chicken Hair. Which prissy, frilly Piltie owns this place?

[antline]

Interrogation...

[Oh, now she's yanking his weird hair. It's hair, but...definitely inhuman? More featherlike, lighter. He doesn't wince, but his face does cross over into a definite frown.]

I don't....understand what you mean. My name is Sariel. Can you stop...touching me?

begonia suite

[dumbface]

[ wow, get a look at this guy. first: he's got amazing hair, and it looks kind of like a bird's. clearly that means he's half-bird, or at least a quarter bird. the logistics of this escapes him but he accepts it as an undeniable fact nonetheless.

and just undeniable: this guy is amazing. he really hopes he talks in squawks, because that would be even better. ]

You're stuck? [ the non-squawking man clearly just said he was but, listen. he's asking anyway.

give him a minute here to stare intently at the chandelier like it's the most intricat puzzle he's ever seen before slamming one fist into his palm. he's got it!! he knows how to tackle this!!

rolling up his sleeves, he reaches up and... grabs... the chain of the chandelier and starts pulling... trying to bring the whole thing down... ]

[antline]

Ah...

[Yeah, now his head is bring brought down with this thing? He's tensing up, grasping onto the chandelier.]

I don't think that's helping...

[dumbface]

[ oops, looks like birdie doesn't like it! he immediately lets go and steps back. ]

...Then I'll go find something to cut it down.

[ there he goes, zipping off... sariel can definitely stop him before he slips off into the unknown but he's gotta be quick. ]

[antline]

Okay. I will wait.





[He really is just kind of chilling here, like.....life might just be like This.]

ants but pronounced like oontz

[coldseep]

( oho )

Do you need help? Or are you an expert?

(house rave music plays)

[antline]

Help...?

[Hm.]

I am not an expert. If you see them you can tell me.

[coldseep]

On it.

( He'll kneel down into the dirt to peer under some bushes Sariel isn't already covering, not really bothered by getting his nice clothes dirty. )

Do you like ants?

[antline]

Yes, I do.

[Ants....ants are Nice.]

It would be even better if I found an anthill....

the garden

[simulacres]

You're...what?

[antline]

I'm looking for ants.

[this explains everything]

[simulacres]

[ .... ]

For what?

[antline]

I want to see them.

Chapel

[oncefallen]

[Oh, that gets Vanis' attention right away. He wouldn't have pegged this man for an angel despite that strange headwing - the lack of the distinct gradated eyes and slit pupils throws him off - but that doesn't necessarily mean this isn't some sort of disguise much the way Mere, Tis and Kai choose to keep their wings (and sometimes halos) concealed while in the human world.

How fascinating indeed.]

Yes, it would seem we aren't the only ones.

[The halo (one side covered with dark crystals) hovering above his own head should say it all.]

[antline]

[He turns to the fellow angel....and stares for a good while, his bright blue eyes fixed on the halo.]

You, an angel?...Your wings? Where are they?

[Granblue angels don't have halos like those...so this is novel.]

[oncefallen]

Fallen angel, to be more precise. [...] And before you ask, I fell entirely of my own volition.

[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.