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. |
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He crouches carefully in front of a very small table covered in the little toys, red eyes moving over each object looking for anything that should be noted. Aside from a small portrait of the king and queen that lays almost in the center of the battlefield, there really isn't much. He looks over the royal seal imprinted in the cloth on the soldiers, glances back and forth to the portrait.
It didn't seem that these were the chambers of a child prince, so perhaps set up for a visiting dignitaries own offspring? When was the last time they came by? The battle they had set up didn't match anything going on as of late, so it wasn't like this was a deliberate setup. He ought to move on. ]
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She hadn't seen him around for a while; she presumed either he'd been laying low and hoping not to make contact with too many people, or that ALASTAIR had finally noticed the big glaring security risk in their staffing and sent him back. No such luck.
But, well... before meeting Gilgamesh, Accord might have argued that One was the worst possible person to show up. But One -- especially at the point in time he was apparently grabbed -- was at least in possession of a conscience, a concern about humanity which in some respects made the curse laid upon him by his mere existence worse. It wasn't as if the Accords ever openly held anything against any of the Intoners, although some were definitely worse than others. It was the physical nature of who they were, not the personality, which was the problem.
Although the male One had definitely had his moments of instability.
Regardless, she can't help but feel she should try to raise the olive branch a bit. He was a teammate regardless of his condition. And it's not like Red Eye Disease could affect her ANYWAY.
She moves out of the shadows.]
I must say, I'm surprised to see you here. I'm sure you understand why, of course.
[She brushes her hand along the toys.]
I wonder... What will happen to the artifacts of this world if we fail in our task? It's a melancholy thought.