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“None taken, I go by the name John Doe.” Sir Scary said,

“But that’s not your real name.” Alessio said automatically. But he was supposed to be trying to be polite! That was not really working, maybe he should just go back to being annoyingly blunt? At least that sounded more practical…

He glanced at Leana for instructions on how to make bread…[Read more]

“I’ve seen a person named Alessio with the one who calls himself Arsene Lupin.” Sherlock said, and added baiting. “To tell the truth, he was a little odd.”

A little odd was a fantastic understatement of course, the kid routinely yeeted himself out windows to avoid social situations for as long as Nathair could remember. Quiet, sweet amiable h…[Read more]

“What am I supposed to call you now?” Alessio asked.

… Normally Hades would have ignored anyone who asked for his name, but it was clear they’d be companions for a while longer. Much to Hades’ irritation. Working in a team often led to Hades clashing with its members or just ignoring them entirely. Hades doubted he’d be able to work with the…[Read more]

I believe it should be noted that the situations in the mirror change from character to character. This trial in particular could center around the time a character betrayed someone or when they were betrayed (or a mix of both). If a character hasn’t really experienced any major betrayals in the past, they might see someone else’s memories or just…[Read more]

“You wish to know of the Star Breather?” She asked quickly. Maybe he said something wrong again, Alessio looked up but it was eagerness, not impatience. Her eyes shone and it made her look like she was really aglow. But not like Arsene, he radiated with impishness.

“I’ll tell you what I know! And answer the questions I can.” She said, she actua…[Read more]

I’ve noticed that there is little activity from other members in the castle. Part of which is my fault, due to not coordinating with other members. To the point, what do you people think should happen in this trial?

The trial is centered around Betrayal, whether it is someone a character betrayed or when they were betrayed.

@ragnarok

I’m not r…[Read more]

“I don’t have to call you Saeb Lyn. If they’re going to torment you, so.”

Even though they couldn’t see it, Hades closed his eyes with the satisfaction of someone not nicknaming him. “I would be most grateful.”

*Considering whether or not he should tell them his name. Might do it if someone asks*

“Come and sit in a circle. Everyone gets a pa…[Read more]

Alessio’s face seemed carefully blank, and his silence stretched so long Leana wondered if she’d forgotten something very very important.

“That- That’s excellent.” He smiled, almost fakely, and stammered.

She nodded slowly. Okay. “Alright.” *hesitant smile* “If you think of something else, will you let me know?”

Alessio put his fingers up and…[Read more]

Hades had been wondering what was going on. Just to check on the others, he wandered into the kitchen, where everyone else had gathered. Much to his uneasiness, Sherlock was missing. Where did he run off to?

It was only now that he had gained a better view of Arsene’s features. He had some white streaks around the edges of his black hair. He no…[Read more]

Leana stared at them both, skeptically.

“Alright…Rinse off your hands. I’ll tell you what to do.” The palace cook never bothered with that – actually he never bothered with that either. Mostly for lack of water but…Where was water now, everything in the kitchen looked foreign. “You, too. The more who help, the faster it’ll go.”

Right. Al…[Read more]

He called him ‘Angry-Punk’. The blind guy obviously remembered him. Best to establish a better reputation.

“Mere passing acquaintanceship,” Nathair assured, probing “He seemed to know an old friend of him, Alessio.”

Give a few minor hints, get Nathair to leak out some info. “I’ve seen a person named Alessio with the one who calls himself Arsene…[Read more]

Leana looked from Alessio to Arsene, brows lifted. You can cook? *definitely suspicious* “Alright… Rinse off your hands. I’ll tell you what to do.” *looks at Crorie/smiles* “You, too. The more who help, the faster it’ll go.”

The cook swished up to Alessio, before he could. Her cheeks were flushed, not used to being bossed around in her own…[Read more]

@devastate-lasting

Thank you! I’ll be sure to check those out!

Alessio glanced around the kitchen, low key looking for blood or something that required stitches but…everything seemed to be working great, Leana looked like she enjoyed cooking. So probably the needles were just for supplies, right…like cooking and everything. He’d left her in charge of supplies and she seemed to be thriving. Alessio could help…[Read more]

“Crorie? Come help with this?”

Oh dear, Arsene could NOT let that happen. He had to do something. Um….Umm….help? Someone? Ugh, Sherlock was better at cooking than him.

Not giving any hint to the crisis, Arsene interrupted with nice smile to start this anarchy. “Actually, I think it would be better if I cooked.”

Leana sent him a sus…[Read more]

Leana looked up at the kitchen door, when Alessio, Crorie, and Arsene entered, and smiled the smallest bit.

The pile of supplies was all accumulating inside a single pillowcase, in a corner of the room. A few women worked on making bread around Leana. She’d passed the pan with the dough off, when no fire could be found, and they said there was a…[Read more]

“We should find the others,” Alessio said, trying to change topics.

Arsene was about to object, when he heard loud clattering in the kitchen. Just… a tiny bit curious… and concerned, Arsene peeked through the kitchen door. And there was Leana, standing in the center of the chaos, ordering…needles? Thread? Where they trying to stitch a tur…[Read more]

“That’s rather cryptic of you, Alessio,” Arsene said “But Nathair did explain he wanted you on the throne. At least, that’s what he said.”

That was part of the plan, he hadn’t been lying there…

Alessio relaxed slightly when Arsene opened up.

“As for me, I grew up in a world called Aesgar, just outside a city called Mithril. My father was a wood…[Read more]

*Leana starting to make bread/instructing a few kitchen staff what to do*

“The tablecloth’s a bit unwieldy.” Though it might be good for bandages. “Do you have smaller bags? Five of them, about the size of summer skirts?” *some ladies scurry to get pillowcases, thinking they’ll be fine…*

Leana looks around the room, while kneading dough. It’s…[Read more]