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Hououji Fuu ([personal profile] monster_san) wrote in [community profile] thehometree2015-10-13 12:19 am

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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...)
knight_king: (( ponytail ))

is it my tag at the queen? I don't know the order

[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-17 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
There's no recognition in his eyes; Saber knows that he must be under a spell. Of course she doesn't look like a maid. She's wearing an elegant blue dress and a heavy silver armor that contrasts with her slender and petite built. She's summoned it immediately after she heard his shout.

"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.
princeandscholar: (Contemplative)

[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-17 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Protect him? That surprises Orcelito enough to defuse some of the anger. A curse? He doesn’t feel cursed. Though… he doesn’t remember how he got here. Is this one of the effects of a curse? (The castle priests have never been entirely clear about that.) This young woman doesn’t appear to be clergy or a spell master… rather, she acts like a soldier.

His elder brother is the only one to hire female soldiers, but those aren’t the appropriate colors or uniform. Judging by the quality of her attire and her mannerisms, she must be associated with a noble house. Perhaps she’s 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 doesn’t 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.

ā€œMiss Arturia, you don’t appear to be from Azelprade. What country do you hail from?ā€ He’s still authoritative, but more brisk than upset.
knight_king: (( advice ))

[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-17 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't appreciate the authoritative voice he's using to address her, but let that pass for now. He's without his memories, so he must be scared of waking in a strange place and greeted by a stranger. Arturia's not without empathy not to feel bad about his circumstances.

"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."
princeandscholar: (Confident)

[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-17 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
This place is… not in his country or his world? That’s impossible. Unless he’s… dead? But this is far from heaven.

Wait, a wall of mist? He couldn’t be near the waterfalls at the edge of the world, could he? He’s heard legends about them… but those are just stories. And he’s never heard of a being called ā€˜Guardian’. 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. ā€œPlease do.ā€ Maybe he will finally find out where the stairs are!
knight_king: (( silver armor ))

[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-17 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiles again when he accepts. He's taking this well, and he's already seemly less tense. Wordlessly, she guides him toward the crack of the tree, near the golden comfort of the Lifestream. Their proximity to the light could soothe any of their concerns. "Do you have your gem?" she turns to ask, although she dismisses it immediately. If he doesn't remember her name or this place, it would be unsafe for him to fly.

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."
princeandscholar: (Disturbed)

[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-18 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
The gem, again? Orcelito looks at her, brow furrowing in frustration. Of course he’s wearing jewelry but what does that have to do with the opening in the floor and flying?

He’s 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. ā€œWho… 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. ā€œCarry me?ā€ Begging your pardon, miss, but you’re shorter than he is. You’ll forgive the skepticism.
knight_king: (( charm ))

[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-18 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
That look of frustration also reveals he has forgotten about the gem. That will be problematic. "Hm. I have already introduced myself. I am Arturia, a knight from Britain," she elaborates further and lifts an eyebrow when he retreats looking so startled. Ah. An understanding smile spreads across her face. "You must be unfamiliar with magical armors," she murmurs lightly. "My apologies, but I would be unable to fly if I kept it, and again I also must apologize for this," she says, giving a shallow bow of her head while she retrieves her yellow stone and grips it.

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.
Edited 2015-10-18 01:36 (UTC)
princeandscholar: (Questioning)

[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
The apology placates him somewhat. To be a knight and have magic… could this young woman be a heavenly warrior? Perhaps she does not wish to reveal it. For the moment, Orcelito decides to go along with these wishes. ā€œThis place… Britain… it must be wondrous.ā€ He catches his breath in awe as her wings open. A knight? She appears more as a goddess.

He is not frightened by the sight of the day gem; curious, rather. He leans forward to get a better look. It’s quite lovely. What type of stone is it exactly? She says he has one in blue. Are these sapphires, perhaps? ā€œAh, no, I haven’t 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 shouldn’t worry so much. He is the second prince and like all of the Hero-King’s descendants, he has heaven’s blessing. He extends his hand to touch hers’. (It’s surprisingly warm and human-feeling.) ā€œVery well, Lady Arturia.ā€ He manages to speak calmly. He’ll try and be brave, because that’s what the people is the legends always are.
Edited 2015-10-18 02:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely, Britain is beautiful!" Saber exclaims full of mirth, eyes big and bright when she speaks glowingly of her beloved kingdom. She only remembers the gentle grassland, the golden fields and the deep, blue lakes of the countryside. She has forgotten about what has been consumed by the flames of war.

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.
Edited 2015-10-18 03:28 (UTC)
princeandscholar: (Disturbed)

[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-18 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Orcelito is, of course, picturing some sort of holy land with perfect fields and charming weather and constant summer, so Arturia’s reaction is completely understandable!

He’s 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, he’s pulled forward to stand toe to toe with her. His eyes widen and he almost draws back; he’s only stood this close to a lady when waltzing – 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. (Shouldn’t 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! He’s 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 doesn’t voice his protest; he’s 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?

ā€œCan everyone who lives here fly?ā€ He asks in disbelief.
knight_king: (( pleased smile ))

[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-25 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
He's fairly close to Arturia's mental image of the Britain she strove for. A vision she could make real for a short period before that paradise shattered.

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."
princeandscholar: (Contemplative)

[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-25 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Orcelito appreciates the slow decent. Before, he could only guess what the place looked like as a whole; now he has perspective. And indeed, this series of round rooms is like a tree, and appears to be designed for birds or insects – for flight. He blushes slightly as the meaning of his words sinks in; yes, he disbelieved her. He hoped to do so in such a way that did not accuse her of lying, but is there really a difference?

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. ā€œMy 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.

ā€œI don’t recall owning such a gem.ā€ He admits again, concern in his voice this time. ā€œI haven’t 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. ā€œThis is the exit?ā€
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[personal profile] knight_king 2015-10-30 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Arturia helps to steady his footing and releases him immediately after. She shakes her head after he apologizes. While she's satisfied he's recognized his mistake, she understands he has not meant to call her a liar. It has been a misunderstanding caused by the spell.

"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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[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-10-31 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Orcelito shakes his head. ā€œThis is a very strange place. I’ve never seen anything like it.ā€

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. There’s a folded paper inside with some odd markings – they look like orderly scratches done in a weak ink, on a rough, dark strip of paper. He’s 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. ā€œThere’s 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?