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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[antline]

I see. I don't like the sound of those too much...

[Not that he's actually met a ghost.]

What other entities?

[snakeblood]

[ Looks between the man and the plaque, all just like really? ]

Hmm, you know. Like demons, plagues, gods. Whatever.

[antline]

[He's actually closing his eyes, as if concentrating.]

....I think I would have seen if there was...anyone similar to me. Though gods...I'm not sure what you mean by that. Plagues are just illnesses....

[snakeblood]

[ ? ]

Why, what are you?

[ And that's the weird thing. He should see if there's more things here, but he doesn't. And a whole lot of these people are supposedly not human, so.... ]

Just think of it as stuff that moves in another realm that's overlaps with our own.

[antline]

I'm a fallen angel. A primal beast.






[he does not elaborate on this he just simply thinks this is adequate explanation]

[snakeblood]

[ This is more important: ]

.... And you're scared of ghosts?

[antline]

Not scared. It just...bothers me.

[Somehow....same with the dark................]

[snakeblood]

What about it bothers you? [ Internally writing this down... ]

[antline]

...Doesn't feel right.

[soooooo illuminating]

Have you met ghosts before?

[snakeblood]

Plenty enough. Not my specialty though. [ Exorcism is Sora's thing. ]

[antline]

Where are you where there's lots of ghosts? A graveyard?

[snakeblood]

Humans die everywhere you know.

[antline]

....It's true. I saw a lot of places where humans died. So you're right.

[snakeblood]

Even people with low spiritual vision can sense the malicious ones, so don't feel too bad. Humans hold a lot of regrets, it's only natural they lose themselves.

[antline]

Only natural...?

[He remembers Falsch, with his regrets. What this man says rings true, too.]

It's sad that they have regrets. I've seen it...weigh people down.

[snakeblood]

And that's how spirits forget who they are and all that's left is mindless retaliation.

[antline]

...

[Something about that really strikes a chord, somehow. He's closing his eyes.]

That's quite sad. Nobody should...experience that.

[snakeblood]

Is it? Isn't it just what humans do day in and day out. Kill each other over petty shit. Resentment is a human emotion as they come. Of course, they still have it even after they die.

[ At least he didn't live on that shitty mountain where all those bodies pile up. He's sure Sora had a time over there. ]

[antline]

[Now that makes him frown a little.]

The humans I met...didn't do anything like that. I don't think most are like that.

[snakeblood]

There's 8 billion people in the world. And much, much more dead that died before them. You certain about that? Most people didn't die peacefully in their beds all happy and content.

[antline]

Of course. People kill people...I know that. But the humans I met...were kind.

[Even Falsch, with his insults.]

...I killed more than most humans ever would.

[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?