PLAYER PLOT ★ STORM THE CASTLE

[futurologists]

THE CASTLE ( NOV 7 ) Our resident warrior princess, Kidagakash Nedakh, has formulated a plan to investigate the castle and speak with the royals. (The OOC plotting post can be found here.) Now, it's time to put it into action. The castle itself is huge. From the outside, you can see a beautiful garden, a pond, and a statue commemorating Odette. You can also see several guards, some more invested in their job than others. A few are stony-faced, menacing men with looks that could kill. A couple just look like they'd appreciate a pretty girl or interesting guy to liven up their boring day. On the inside, all the halls look different, yet the same — different pieces of art, different wall fixtures, but everything else is identical. There's many portraits of the king and his late wife on the walls, sparkling chandeliers, and servants scurrying around. Odette's pale, smiling face and cascading blonde locks look somewhat familiar, but that might just be because of all the statues of her likeness around the city. The castle has pretty much every room you'd expect a castle to have. A library, a wine cellar, a dining hall, etc. Within them, characters can expect to find various things of interest — there are many books, fancy stationery, even some valuable coins if you look hard enough. There's also many letters to be found detailing the situation in Chantes; of course, there's also plenty of letters on far less official business. Some of them have quite steamy imagery. There are plenty of servants milling about inside the castle and out in the gardens. In the dining hall and their chambers are several of Chantes' most important nobles. And then, of course, there's you.

Comments

[of_her_own_accord]

A pity. I thought maybe if I helped out, we could focus on the more important things.

[You're not getting rid of her that easily, though. She follows in his wake.]

I sense you don't like me very much.

[selfimage]

"More important things."

[ he repeats.

Loki's striding along one of the shelves of wine, a dark nail touching the rims of dusty old bottles. he leans down halfway to inspect one that he may find interesting. ]

And what, exactly, do you sense?

[of_her_own_accord]

You know. The atmosphere. Little waves of animosity.

[She wiggles her fingers dramatically.]

It's a hunch.

[selfimage]

Is this the use of your extrasensory abilities to probe those "more important things," or is that something less subjective and more specific?

[ Loki's eyes move up the shelf. he has to stand on his tip-toes to grab the bottom of the olive-colored bottle, luring it from its nook after so many years.

he sniffs and wipes it of dust. ]

[of_her_own_accord]

If you must know, it's more that I feel if we're about to blow any goodwill we had off that ridiculous display Gilgamesh is making of himself outside, we could at least be dedicating more time to finding information rather than adding to our own coffers. I suppose you have a different perspective, however.

Unless you think this is entirely a fools errand.

[selfimage]

Is that so? If you're so against a little R&R, then there's not much for you down here, is there?

[ his voice gets a little cool. Loki was an opportunist who trusted his skills. he knew what time limit that he was working on, and he knew they'd not get this again, but an arrogant little part of him wanted a memento, something he could share with Thor in smug victory.

the bottle gets slid back into the shelf and he stalks further, leaning down to examine some of the vintages on the lower racks. ]

[of_her_own_accord]

You have an odd concept of appropriate times for R&R.

[She idly looks at another bottle.]

I suppose with all of these bottles here, though, one bottle or another getting lost would not make much of... hmmm.

[She pauses, mulling something.]

[selfimage]

Perhaps everyone else has an odd concept of appropriate times for R&R, and I'm the only one who's any good at it.

[ Loki plucks another bottle from the shelf, tucking it discreetly into his jacket. ]

I'm not exactly here for the know-it-all power hour.

[of_her_own_accord]

Fine, fine.

[She seems a little lost in thought, idly looking over some of the bottles.]

Hmm...

[selfimage]

[ it's a wonder where ever that bottle decides to go, and also how he's going to fit another one, because he's doing just that. ]

And you? What were you doing down here?

[of_her_own_accord]

Anticipating your arrival, mostly. You're not as subtle as you think you are.

[She's still looking around the room.]

You know, I was thinking... nobody would miss a bottle or two in a cellar like this. I wonder if anybody would notice a bottle or two EXTRA?

[selfimage]

[ that earns her a partial scowl, as he flips out the lapels of his jacket, straightening them with dark nailed fingers. ]

That depends on the vintage inwhich you disguise it, and who raided it beforehand.

[ he breezes past her toward the exit. ]

[of_her_own_accord]

Indeed...

[She shakes her head.]

Mindless speculation anyway, I suppose. Do have fun with the rest of your raid, hmm?