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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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We came out of the same suite. I know him as much as I know you.
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[ For some reason...it didn't occur to him that Bradley would also have roommates, like him. But, obviously. Guess that means everyone's in rooms like that, then. ]
Then we'll probably be seeing a lot more of each other. [ Where he was contemplative a few seconds before, Cain now smiles bright and loud, his hand outstretched for her to shake. ] I'm Cain. And that's Bradley, if he hasn't told you yet.
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Ice Dragon, Tiamat. Call me Tia. Are you a magician like him?
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Whoa, cool. A dragon.
[ The gears are turning, despite the smile on his face. Noted. Potentially dangerous? Don't piss her off. ]
It's nice to meetcha, Tia. And yeah, I am. I'm guessing he told you?
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It's like night and day with this guy. She has enough sense of etiquette by now to give a sharp nod at the formalities.]
He said his magic wasn't working. Spirits can't seem to listen in on this dimension.
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Yeah, he's right. Mine isn't working either. It...feels weird and quiet.
[ His wandering, thoughtful gaze snaps back to Tia. ]
Do you have a dragon form, or something? Have you tried shapeshifting?
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I have. I don't know how, but my powers are sealed.
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[ Cain makes a similar face, puzzled and frustrated by all this. At this point, it isn't so much why, but how. ]
Your powers sealed, and someone as powerful as Bradley has been cut off from the spirits, not to mention everyone else... Whoever did this is bad news.
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[Simple as that. She'll become their bad news if they don't show themselves soon.]
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[ But there's a few more steps Cain would rather they go through before jumping straight to attacking the guy. Like finding them, maybe chatting with them, seeing if there was any malice behind the act to begin with...
When an idea comes to him, though, his expression suddenly brightens. ]
Got it. [ He snaps, the motion ending in a finger gun pointed at Tia. ] We should team up.
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She lifts an eyebrow at the finger gun, then the other at his suggestion.]
What are you proposing?
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