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TDM 1 ⬡ The Oval Portrait
    The Chateau ⬡ Common Cast Characters most likely to originate in The Chateau are The Aristocrat and The Valet ⬡ Literary Description "To all appearance it had been temporarily and very lately abandoned. We established ourselves in one of the smallest and least sumptuously furnished apartments. It lay in a remote turret of the building. Its decorations were rich, yet tattered and antique. Its walls were hung with tapestry and bedecked with manifold and multiform armorial trophies, together with an unusually great number of very spirited modern paintings in frames of rich golden arabesque." ⬡ For Your Exploration Characters may attempt to explore the Chateau, but it will be shrouded in darkness, and every room they enter will bring them back to the apartment chosen by The Valet. What decorations may be seen are dark and victorian in design, and the room and halls may be lit by candlelight. The Maiden's portrait is on the wall, and will initially be cloaked in shadow for The Aristocrat to find. It appears remarkably lifelike, almost as though it is a window instead of a portrait. The other paintings on the walls will contain figures that are almost familiar to The Aristocrat and The Valet - as though they could be someone they know, but only if they squint. There is no electricity. Characters will not have access to any powers. The Artist's Tower ⬡ Common Cast Characters most likely to originate in The Artist's Tower are The Maiden and The Painter ⬡ Literary Description "But she was humble and obedient, and sat meekly for many weeks in the dark, high turret-chamber where the light dripped upon the pale canvas only from overhead. But he, the painter, took glory in his work, which went on from hour to hour, and from day to day." ⬡ For Your Exploration Should characters leave the Painter's studio, they will immediately be transported outside, to a sprawling field of wildflowers. There won't seem to be anything else around, but there will be a light breeze and the sound of the sea in the distance. Inside the studio, the air is stale and musty, smelling of oil paints and turpentine. It's dim, lit only by a skylight. There is a stool for the subject and an easel with canvas sitting in the light, but everything else - art materials, more canvases, both empty and with the beginnings of paintings, and props - are all pushed to the sides of the room and cloaked in shadow. Like The Chateau, there is no electricity, and characters will not have access to their powers. The Library ⬡ Welcome! Free from their roles, through either death, completion of the Story, or from not being pulled into the tale in the first place, characters will find themselves in the gardens outside of the Library itself. As always, it will look and feel like a temperate, autumn afternoon. As this setting is part of the Library itself, characters will have full access to all their powers. ⬡ Grand Opening Coming Soon! The front door will, unfortunately, be locked, and a sign will be taped on the doors, detailing how the Library will be opening soon, but in the meantime to please enjoy the grounds and the pizza party in the courtyard. ⬡ Pizza party? Pizza party! In the courtyard, there will be tables set up that will be absolutely covered in stacks of paper plates, 2-liter bottles of any soda one could dream of, and stacks and stacks of pizza boxes, containing any flavor combination that could be desired. Opening a random box will provide a random, but popular, flavor. Opening a box with an Intent and a Desire for something specific will provide exactly that. Enjoy! It won't run out. | ||||||||||||||
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His wings wiggle, showing his glee over a familiar face.]
Oh, but Sandy... [Lucio tilts his head and response with a smile:] I could ask the same of you!
Why, where is the Captain?
[Is he throwing Sandalphon's words back at him, or is he genuinely wondering where the Captain would be? Who knows, who knows.]
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Not when they both know the vital importance of the Singularity in their world. ]
I'm certain you know my answer. [ The admission deepens his frown, bitter as it is on his tongue. He weighs their mutual lack of knowledge before venturing another question. ] Do you recall how you arrived here?
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Even if the reality is staring him in the face-- if Sandalphon does not know either, then perhaps the Singularity is not here at all.]
I woke in a manor, and tasked with being someone's assistant for a while. I found it quite refreshing, having to wait on someone... but I must say, it's not as exciting as assisting you at your stall, Sandy.
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And yet...what could so easily overpower the Supreme Primarch? For that matter, whatever manner of creature Lucio is?
Nevermind that bit about assisting him. ]
You attract more trouble than anything else. That's less excitement and more nonsense.
[ He huffs, though he is aware Lucio has no control over his swarming admirers. ]
We need to find the others.
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Perhaps we could stay in place instead, and await their arrival here! After all, it seems we were ushered here for a reason.
If we stay, they'll come to us soon enough, and we'll all be able to have pizza. [Then he starts to shake the bottle, even if he has no idea what that would do.]
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You're being far too cavalier about this.
[ The folds his arms with a vexed huff, eyes narrowed at the doorway across the room. ]
What if they're in danger right now? Something - or someone - brought us here without our knowledge or resistance. That can't bode well for the others.
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[Well, he cant fault Sandalphon for being a worrywart. But Lucio imagines that there would be no cause for alarm for the rest of the crew, if they had the same experiences that he himself and possibly Sandalphon had as well.
He stops shaking the bottle, watching the contents with fascination. He perhaps thought it could be an alcoholic beverage, like the ones the grown skydwellers love to imbibe at night, but none of them have reacted like this.]
But Sandy... If we were to lose ourselves in this unknown place as well, how do you suppose we return to this courtyard?
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Are we not lost already?
[ They don't know where they are, nor how they got here. Remaining near sustenance would matter for mortals, but they have no need to consume food for energy. Besides, there was no guarantee that anyone would make their way to this spot.
He glances Lucio's way, ignoring forcefully the way he still struggles with the sight of his countenance. Even now, it's still too much like... He needs to put it out of mind. ]
At least then we might find them.
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This is the courtyard of a wonderfully strange, but wonderful place.
[Lucio twists the cap of the bottle once the bubbles have stopped rising, unmindful of the resistance he meets at first. And when the cap comes off, some of the top of the drink foams and spills right out, less like a geyser and more like an overfilled mug of coffee. Just with so much bubbling and foaming.
He could not be more delighted about this development.]
Oh!
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[ Without their awareness at all, no less. His frown is fast becoming a permanent fixture, unwilling to trust their surroundings nor accept their circumstances, nebulous as they are, and he's uncertain why Lucio is taking this in such lackadaisical stride.
Then again, isn't that always the case with Lucio? ]
Stay here if you like, but I'm going to find the others.
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I shall accompany you, but what if they were to arrive here whilst we get lost in the library? I would say we would miss them.
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[ For his part, however... He's seen the others find their way to trouble far too many times to wait around for them to appear. It doesn't sit right with him, none of this does, and he can't see it in him to stand around. ]
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After all, how would I be able to look at the Captain in the eye and admit that I've lost you? And... [Lucio tilts his head, his smile softening, but becoming far less faked than before.
Dear, dear Sandy, always going off on his own, and uncaring about what he may find outside. It's a good trait, to be sure, because the best adventurers have ever been the daring ones, but even the best need someone to watch their back.]
How would I be able to look you in the eye once you're found?
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I don't need anyone minding me, and I don't recall ever becoming your responsibility.
[ Honestly, there were moments when Lucio was tolerable (not that he'd say it), and then there were moments like this. ]
I'm over two thousand years old.
[ And yet hasn't the self-awareness to realize he sounds like a moody teen. ]
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Ah, the complaints of someone who is still so, so young, with so much more to see and learn... Indeed, Sandalphon's age means nothing to someone who is almost as old as the world itself, before his Master and the Realms were split in twain. Even if Sandalphon doesn't know Lucio's true age, the declaration still brings a smile to his face, the kind of smile a doting elder would give to a youngster.]
I'm merely looking out for you, Sandy. What are friends for?
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Though Sandalphon has given the matter some thought, he still isn't quite settled enough to give Lucio a proper reply. Whatever a proper reply even entails. He had never been formally asked for his friendship, after all.
For the time being, he opts to ignore the use of the word. ]
I can get by just fine on my own, you know. If you worry after everyone, you'll exhaust yourself.
[ Pot, kettle. ]
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[Just so he can keep an eye on the dear, young, Supreme Primarch. He pats the bottle he's still holding, with every intention of bringing it along with them.]
I shall even bring the refreshments with me.
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[ Because Bahamut knows that mortals lose their minds at the sight of Lucio, and the last thing they need is chaos erupting as they fight over him.
Sure, Lucio has gotten better at managing and placating them, but it's no less aggravating to bear witness to. ]
Let's see what we can gather about this place.
[ With that, he turns on his heel and marches toward the building proper. ]
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Ah, to know you're making sure I am keeping safe... Little else warms my heart!
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Nonsense. Every little thing pleases you.
[ He casts a pointed glance at that fizzing bottle of dark fluid Lucio has brought along for their venture. ]
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But Lucio gets the hint-- Sandalphon would like some space, and thus he flutters away and puts himself at arm's length of the young primarch. His own arm length with his superior reach, and not Sandalphon's, and that should suffice.]
Should I not be pleased with the world as a whole? Many, many wondrous things surround us, should that not be enough to smile?
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[ Here he pauses for emphasis, biting back a bitter frown. ]
Without apparent means to leave.
[ Because of course he's tried. Of course he has. And once more, he finds himself caged. This time, however, isn't linked to a particular transgression. ]