WEEK ONE

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WEEK ONE

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Maybe being swept away to a fancy castle isn't what you wanted (Hickey aside), but the fact of the matter is that you're stuck here, at least for now. Thankfully there's enough food even if hot chocolate for breakfast might be a bit rich for some palates. There's at least a stock of raw food in the kitchens, but your hapless kidnapper is a Witch, not a chef, so you'll have to perform your own, manual kitchen magic if the provided meals aren't to your liking.

Just try not to burn the place down before you get the chance to take your host at his word (that you'll be leaving in a week's time, certainly, trust).

If you do get the cabin fever immediately, the grounds are a beautiful reprieve from the great indoors -- and if nothing else, perhaps you can find time to get to know your fellow guests. The weather is gorgeous all week, cheerfully sunny, which lends something to the mood.

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week, characters will feel heightened emotions periodically. If they're very happy about something, it'll feel like the best thing in the world! If they'd usually brush off something mildly annoying, suddenly it'll grate on their nerves. This effect will last throughout the week until investigation and is completely optional.

[OOC: Welcome to Week 1! Despite the lack of any threatened murder (except in Witch's direction), there will be a case this week. We'll have a small optional event on Wednesday at 1PM EDT/10AM PDT, but it won't require real time threading and can be done over the course of the week. ]

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[oncefallen]

[No drinks for him this time.]

Unfortunately, my wings have been sealed along with the rest of my powers. I would be happy to show them to you otherwise.

[coldseep]

Maybe when Witch has this all figured out, I'll be privileged with the opportunity.

( sipping his drinky casually...! )

I've never used wings to fly before - are your wings like a bird's?

[oncefallen]

If you mean feathered, then yes. All angels' wings are like that.

[The primary difference being that his are black rather than the standard white of the other angels, but. Details!]

We usually keep them hidden around humans-- they stand out far too much if we leave them visible. The halos alone are more than enough to signal our true nature.

[coldseep]

I can understand that. I can't go a lot of places looking as I normally do...

( His eyes drift up to the halo, all :O ! Very intrigued... )

... Can I touch it?

[oncefallen]

Certainly.

[He'll even bend down just a bit to make it easier. Might want to avoid touching the part with the crystals, though... they look a bit sharp.]

If you don't mind my curiosity in return, how do you normally look?

[coldseep]

( yessss

Despite being tipsy, he takes on a delicate, mindful touch - two fingers running along the rim of the halo with a curious, leisurely pace... )

Long and serpentine, but with limbs. And much bigger than this castle . . . bigger than ten of these castles put together.

( His fingers run up against the crystalline points, pausing... and then he very carefully tries to run his fingers up along them, too - even if they happen to cut him as he continues his path. )

But I like looking like this sometimes, too. It means I can talk to you all much easier . . . without people being too focused on my form. I guess a little like you.

[oncefallen]

[It's amusing, watching the way Hwylryn traces his halo so carefully and yet deliberately, even the parts that have started to become overgrown with crystal. People have expressed curiosity about it before, of course, but no one has ever shown such clear fascination with it. Strangely enough, Vanis finds he doesn't hate it.]

Serpentine...

[He can imagine it, he thinks. There are types of demon beasts that are not dissimilar to that description, and that's precisely why he can understand the desire to not use that particular form around humans, size notwithstanding.]

I imagine most humans would be frightened by such a thing, especially in conjunction with your size.

[coldseep]

They're terrified.

( He says this with an exhaled laugh - it's cute, in the way a child being afraid of what's under their bed is cute. It's cute - and it's sometimes a little lonely. And so that laugh rings slightly - sad.

His fingers linger where they land, but he'll pull them away if Vanis would like to save his back or neck and rise. He doesn't seem keen to move away, regardless. )

If I'm close, they'll often run away. Sometimes, if I'm far, they'll stop and admire me. But then . . . no matter how they react, sometimes, when I return, those little villages will start to worship me. I always wonder how those emotions flow into one another.

[oncefallen]

Respect is often born of fear.

[Vanis keeps his head lowered, sensing that Hwylryn doesn't seem to wish to pull away. Sorrow is something he can understand; it's what made his beloved younger brother, and so he can't hate the feeling even as he hates the one who created both of them.]

By choosing to revere something that could destroy them, they may hope to stay in its good graces.

[He wonders, sometimes, if that's ultimately why humans revere God.]

When you think about it, it isn't such a foolish decision, especially when you consider how powerless humans are. They merely wish to ensure their own survival.

[Human lives are so very fragile and fleeting as it is, after all.]

[coldseep]

( hobbling back after trial...........

He listens with solemn thought, a sort of lonely settling in the air around him. To be a creature of idolatry and fear - to be loved under conditional (please, as long as you don't flood us; please, give us rain so our crops can grow) - is a little painful for someone like him, who loves freely and wants only to be loved in return.

He thumbs the sharp edges of the diamonds while lost in thought, as if some part of him hoped they really would cut - or maybe it's just a feature that captures his subconscious mind. )

... Do you resent humans, for being as they are?

( Gently, his hands fall from the halo to Vanis's hair, coming around to lightly press against his cheeks - as if to tell him he can lift his head up; as if to say, thank you for the indulgence, it's okay now. He hasn't had his fill (in the abstract sense) - but he'd be happier to look Vanis in the eye, he thinks. )

[oncefallen]

[opens arms......

He allows that gentle touch, understanding the cue and lifting his head once those palms cup his cheeks; to Vanis, touch is transactional rather than personal, so despite the intimacy of the gesture, he's more comfortable with it than many others would be. The gaze that flits up to meet Hwyl's is light blue fading into lavender, a mixture of shades reminiscent of the heavens themselves rather than a single, unified color.]

No. Their scale of experience is so small compared to ours... there are many things they simply don't have the ability to comprehend.

[No, it isn't humans he resents, helpless creatures that they are. Their ignorance is understandable, even excusable to a point, because when one only lives for a few short decades, how can they possibly be expected to grasp the complexities of the world? There was a reason angels were given the responsibility to guide them.

It's angels who have no excuse.]