epidemiology | PLAYER PLOT ★ STORM THE CASTLE

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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Immortal.

[Hellboy's edge was well deserved, so Ban didn't begrudge him for it--he could only see his red skin and do his best to not blame him until he was proven guilty. Even then, Ban wasn't one for revenge so much as an opportunist.

His free hand rose in turn, finding one of the iron latches used to pull the great, thick stone doors shut for the wine cellar. He tugged, finding resistance. The door budged an inch or so, but stopped.]

...Tcch. [He rolled his eyes. Someone latched the door from outside, as well.]

[That's not exactly the answer Hellboy was looking for, but he would be a hypocrite to point this out. What does he do when someone questions him on what he is? The same damn thing. Avoid answering the question directly. Though this dude already came right out and said demon, so that's pretty moot, anyway.

But the most important thing right now is getting out of here, now that Hellboy is... relatively certain he's not in direct danger. Squinting suspiciously, he comes closer, muscles still coiled and ready for a fight.]

What's the problem?

Guys on the other side locked us in. Figures--they'd abandon their comrades outta feaaaar.

[He didn't like the look of the big red demon, but he couldn't quite bring himself to be too hostile. None of that would bring Elaine back. Nothing at all would, so--he was fine with maintaining a semblance of decency.

Plus, it wasn't as if Hellboy were missing out on any politeness. Ban didn't have any of that to spare for anybody else, either.]

There's only one solution in miiiind. [He popped his knuckles, beginning to roll his right shoulder as he looked square at the gigantic wooden door that had suddenly become a barricade for himself and Hellboy.]

[Well -- it's better than being on edge and ready to fight each other. Hellboy is briefly concerned that there's now a whole contingent of guards outside the door, but you know what? He's feeling annoyed enough about this situation that he really wouldn't mind.

A guy can't even steal liquor in peace, it seems.]

Alright. I'm game.

[At least Hellboy's right arm has a built-in sledgehammer. He cocks his fist back too, then throws it at the door alongside Ban.]

[At times, it was good when somebody had the right idea. Ban twisted himself and threw out his fist at the same time as Hellboy, hammering the thick oak door hard. The end result yielded not only a cloud of dust and debris, but a collapsed door shattered in the wake of two gigantic sets of knuckle prints. Ban didn't hesitate to step over the door, met with a number of swords and spears pointed towards himself and Hellboy.]

Ahhh~. Good. You guys didn't bank on endin' us that easy, huh?

[The satisfaction of making short work of the door is short-lived, as Hellboy pokes his head around the door frame to see what's up.

Ah. More guards.

Of course.

Hellboy sighs in frustration, because this isn't going like he planned. When you infiltrate someplace, you're not supposed to get caught. He knows that much.]

Try not to make any noise. That was pretty loud. [The door, he means.]

Don't complain when you helped.

[It was weird, having a demon ask him nicely to not make any noise. For a demon, he didn't really act like one.

So, Ban had a fair number of doubts. Stepping off the door, Ban reached down to pick up a long rusty chain--one that had been used to help keep the door shut. He swung it around a few times as a test.]

Couuurse, even if I listened to you--it ain't like I'll be able to help if it gets noisy. Ain't it up to thooooose guys?

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