Hououji Fuu (
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| characters | Open to all!
| date/time | October 9 - 11 (backdated, yes)
| location | Anywhere around and about the Tree
| rating | Various?
| summary | Since there was talk of doing an open amnesia log! This is open for anyone to thread with anyone. (I meant to have it up this weekend but as usual I am behind in all things...)
| date/time | October 9 - 11 (backdated, yes)
| location | Anywhere around and about the Tree
| rating | Various?
| summary | Since there was talk of doing an open amnesia log! This is open for anyone to thread with anyone. (I meant to have it up this weekend but as usual I am behind in all things...)
is it my tag at the queen? I don't know the order
"Hm. This place, it seems, and who I am," she says, frowning slightly with matching displeasure. Her green gaze studies his reactions. He doesn't have a visible mark or signs of anything unusual apart of his missing memory. "That is all right. I shall investigate who is behind this curse and break it. Do not worry, I will protect you."
She gives a solemn oath, folding an arm against her chest as a chivalric gesture. Her face lightens up, joyous to be of help. She wants to keep them safe and happy. She tries to defuse his fear by giving him a strong, reassuring smile.
"I am Arturia. Along with you and some others, I have been brought to this place. I am also your neighbor." She turns, making a quick head motion in the direction of her housing.
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His elder brother is the only one to hire female soldiers, but those arenāt the appropriate colors or uniform. Judging by the quality of her attire and her mannerisms, she must be associated with a noble house. Perhaps sheās from one of their allied countries. In which case, is it acceptable for her to swear to protect a prince from another kingdom?
He turns to face her fully, recovering his tall confidence in response to her gesture. She may have addressed him too familiarly, and he doesnāt appreciate the suggestion of being under a spell (for the spirit over the Noctircus royal family is said to protect them from such things). But it seems she means no harm.
āMiss Arturia, you donāt appear to be from Azelprade. What country do you hail from?ā Heās still authoritative, but more brisk than upset.
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"I hail from Britain," she answers him and quickly adds, "This place is located in neither your homeland nor mine. We cannot leave it by choice, either. There is a mist that acts as a barrier in the vicinity. We cannot cross beyond that." She anticipates that kind of question. It's only expected of him to be suspicious and eager to leave. "A being called Guardian brought us here. They communicate with us through riddles and quests." That's what they have learned at least. That's when she stops to gesture toward the golden-bathed opening in the middle of the tree.
"I could escort you outside if you wish to see this barrier and corroborate what I say."
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Wait, a wall of mist? He couldnāt be near the waterfalls at the edge of the world, could he? Heās heard legends about them⦠but those are just stories. And heās never heard of a being called āGuardianā. How ridiculous, to speak in riddles! (Though nothing else here has made sense.)
Orcelito nods. He tried to get someone to escort him earlier, but their instructions were⦠confusing. Pleased at her cooperation, he offers a smile and his tone eases. āPlease do.ā Maybe he will finally find out where the stairs are!
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She extends her left hand while the right one looks for her gem. Firstly, she dismisses her armor that shatters in countless fragments of light, leaving only her dress.
"I will have to carry you."
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Heās nearing the warm halo of the Life Stream when her armor glows and vanishes into the air like a splash of water in sunlight. Orcelito gives a sharp cry and pulls away. He stares at Arturia, aghast. āWho⦠who are you?!ā
Whoever this is, they have magic and that could mean all sorts of terrible or wonderful things. In the old tales, ladies of holy or otherwise magical origins often assisted the royals of the land. But⦠those are stories! He swallows and tries to recover some dignity.
Orcelito looks at the extended hand, then stares at her. āCarry me?ā Begging your pardon, miss, but youāre shorter than he is. Youāll forgive the skepticism.
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Three pairs of translucent glimmering wings emerge from her back. Four silver ones and the biggest set are blue.
"When we arrived, we were given these gems," she explains immediately, holding it up for him to see. If he is shocked and frightened, she'll wait to continue. "This is a day gem. While you had a blue night gem, Orcelito. As long as we have physical contact with them, we can grow wings to move freely in this tree. However, you do not know where yours is..."
She glances forth at him and the distance to the ground level. She holds up her hand persistently, wings folded at her back. "Do not worry, I shall not let you fall. I vowed I would protect you."
She will honor her oath.
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He is not frightened by the sight of the day gem; curious, rather. He leans forward to get a better look. Itās quite lovely. What type of stone is it exactly? She says he has one in blue. Are these sapphires, perhaps? āAh, no, I havenāt seen anything like that.ā As far as he is aware, the purple gems on his jacket and the green stones in his Primseed are the only ones he awoke with. And the thought of a mere gem giving him wings is⦠too much to fathom.
Orcelito takes a deep breath. He shouldnāt worry so much. He is the second prince and like all of the Hero-Kingās descendants, he has heavenās blessing. He extends his hand to touch hersā. (Itās surprisingly warm and human-feeling.) āVery well, Lady Arturia.ā He manages to speak calmly. Heāll try and be brave, because thatās what the people is the legends always are.
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After he answered, she cants her head slightly, speculating the missing gem location. "Hm. You probably have it somewhere in your lodgings." He lost his memories, so he forgot where he placed it. It sounds plausible.
When he finally takes her hand, she pulls him close, choosing to ignore how wrong 'Lady Arturia' sounds. She wants to object the manner to address her, but she doesn't know why. "We shall land soon," she assures him and, without any previous warning, she sweeps him off his feet to carry him princess-style. She doesn't seem to have any difficulties with his weight when she leaps, unfolding her wings to fly down with Orcelito in her arms.
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Heās a bit skeptical about his supposed ownership of a blue gem. If he owned a magical gem that granted flight, he sincerely doubts he would misplace it! He would keep it on his person at all times.
Before he can check his pockets, heās pulled forward to stand toe to toe with her. His eyes widen and he almost draws back; heās only stood this close to a lady when waltzing ā and only with trusted peers or attendants. Is it respectable to be so familiar with this person?
He nearly yelps when she lifts him off his feet and into her arms. (Shouldnāt he have floated when he touched her hand or some other dignified magical thing?) This⦠this is not appropriate! Princes are not to be carried like this! He is not a child! Heās about to protest when she jumps off the platform.
Much to his later embarrassment, he clings to her shoulder on the way down. But he doesnāt voice his protest; heās much too busy looking around. Oh, there are large animals here! And more rooms! And a pond? And⦠and no stairs. Why are there no stairs?
āCan everyone who lives here fly?ā He asks in disbelief.
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She's ready to be scorned by her actions. She's merely acting like a gallant knight, even if she is not carrying a bashful maiden in her arms. She's flying slowly for his sake. This way, he can also take a good look at the floors as they descend, engulfed by the golden light of the Lifestream.
He seems immersed with his observation, so she doesn't disturb him. A smile plays on her lips when he asks her the most obvious question. Hasn't she told him about the gems?
"Yes," she answers him while she performs her graceful landing. Arturia lowers him, retracting the arm that's holding his legs, so he can stand upright. "We were given these gems when we arrived. That is why is imperative for you to find yours."
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He releases her shoulder and lands on his feet, perhaps more clumsily than he wishes. Orcelito immediately takes a step back to regain a respectable distance between the two of them. āMy apologies. I did not mean to accuse you of falsehood.ā He meets her gaze and replies with sincerity. There are others he will have to apologize to as well.
āI donāt recall owning such a gem.ā He admits again, concern in his voice this time. āI havenāt even heard of them. But I would never have misplaced something so valuable!ā
He gazes around with fascination at the large gemstones, the runes, and the crystal sword hovering in the shaft of light. The Life Stream has had a positive effect on his impressions. Finally, the one door in the room catches his interest. āThis is the exit?ā
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"Has this jolted your memories?" she asks, thinking that amnesia needs a more urgent attention than anything else. "Hm. You also do not recall this tree at all. Have you tried searching your pockets?" She hasn't seen him doing so after she told him about the gem. It's worth a try. He might have kept it there.
After her suggestion, she remains silent, waiting for him to inspect the place of their arrival.
"The door leads outside the tree, but I wouldn't call it an exit." Even when they are permitted to pass through the fog, the world that greet them is a strange one.
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He takes a moment to double-check his new attire for pockets. The fitted top is clearly not made for storing things, but he finds a subtle pocket in the flare of the jacket. Thereās a folded paper inside with some odd markings ā they look like orderly scratches done in a weak ink, on a rough, dark strip of paper. Heās not sure what to make of it. (And having not seen the alcove on the seventh floor, he will not recognize the transcription.) He holds it to Arturia for her to see. āThereās only this. Is it important?ā
Unfortunately, checking his sleeves never occurs. If Arturia remembers him reaching into his left sleeve to access his night gem, she may be able to offer further suggestions.
The clarification puzzles him. An exit is an exit, is it not? She spoke of barrier of mist. Are they on an island or a mountain?