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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:18 pm
(Posting from my my phone again, sorry if i miss anything.)
Tony, or perhaps Camelot, looked at the others as they answered in turn he had taken stock of the area and deemed it safe enough. He had no feeling of dread and though he wasn't sure if he would be able to sense any chaos in the area it still seemed fairly quiet.
The squire of earth gave kyndall a quick hug, and kept her close after nodding to answer hwr question, then looked at who he knew to be valhalla. He saw the others he recognized, among them anwyn and babylon, as well as some new faces and ones he had only just started seeing around the city.
"It seems we have been gathered here." He said, first to some and then speaking a bit louder. "Perhaps we are meant to sit down? How many of us are here? And how many seats?"
If Something were to happen, he imagined it had to do with them being gaathered together in this place that felt likea castle, all of them knights. There was purpose in the air as well, like the air around them knew what thwy should do even of they didn't, that could not be a coincidence. Still, he got no sense of foreboding, which made him curious. And increasingly fascinated. He sat down and tried to count chairs and people to answer his own question.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:00 pm
"No firewood, huh?" Sessrumnir muttered to himself, watching as the mousey looking kid searched around the hearth and around the rest of the room. "No matter." It didn't take long for him to choose one of the less upholstered chairs from the table, and it took even less time for him to lay the chair on the ground and snap off one of the legs with a stomp down on it. "Wanna grab another chair or two?" he asked the boy, vaguely recalling seeing him at the Surrounding, but not really caring enough to make it a conversation starter.
The splintered wood was tossed into the fireplace, before Sessrumnir glanced up at Camelot's inquiry about how many chairs there were. "Oops, sorry Gramps. Subtract a few seats from your count. Unless you don't want to see anything, then we can stop," he suggested with a shrug. "I'll volunteer to stand if there isn't enough, but... I doubt that'll be much of a problem." There only seemed to be a fraction of how many bodies this table could hold, so Sessrumnir highly doubted anyone would be missing a chair or two.
They would be missing their teeth if someone ended up tripping in the semi-darkness, though.
Before working on getting the fire going though, Sessrumnir leaned into the fireplace to make sure the flue was open. He doubted it would be closed since the embers were still dying, but... just to make sure.
"Hey, Tiger," he said with motion of his hand to the boy with the freckles who had been looking for firewood as well. "Why not try tossing your shirt in? That should work to get it going again." Maybe... Eh, as long as he wasn't throwing away his own shirt off his back. —————————————————————————————— "Please stay together," Valhalla requested, his voice wary but not harsh, watching as a girl took a candle to start searching for... who knew what else... And then Aeolia, Lian, began to look around as well. He was in no place to start scolding people for wandering off, but for his own nerves, he would prefer that they stayed together as a group.
Reaching out, the squire lit a few of the left over candles on the table in front of him, hopefully encouraging others to do so as well, although at the same time he noticed that others had similar ideas. Good... at least they were all on the same page... Except there was some guy down near the fireplace breaking chairs. As long as it would give them some more light, he figured there was nothing really to worry about.
"Gathered, yes... But for what purpose?" he asked in response to Camelot's comments. Valhalla didn't sit down, though. He wanted to keep an eye on those still wandering around the room, hoping they would come back together so they could form some kind of plan, or just figure out what was going on. He also didn't want them getting hurt, however that may happen. If the table and chairs were old, what if the floor was thin in places around the walls of the room? Old architecture was one of the things that made him most happy in life, but he also knew how dangerous it was if not taken care of.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:30 pm
As candle's slowly began to cast a ghostly glow on everyone, Lorne sat dumbfounded. Lorne didn't have any clue what was going on, or who these people were, but he somehow seemed to know that they were..like him. Whatever he was. He wasn't sure. He hadn't exactly been able to figure out on his own how he was to become this 'Mont Blanc' again. And it wasn't like he really had anyone to ask. They'd of all just thought he was crazy, and he didn't want to drive off the few friends he had at school. He wasn't sure how to ask anyway...
Lorne bit his lip and thanks to the illumination of the other candles, found out nearby of his own and lit it.
This done, he once again gripped the arms of his chair like a lifeline. Scared, Lorne looked at all the faces that he could now see, or almost see in some cases. Just how many people were here? Why couldn't he remember anything, like how he'd even ended up here?
"I-uh...hn..." He began to say something, but didn't seem to know what to say, so he clammed up again.
Slumping in to the chair again however proved to be a less than comfortable option. Lorne was known for his poor posture. This chair was totally trolling him, he decided, as he found that sitting up right and proper made things a little more tolerable. He'd have gotten up to explore if only to save his poor bum, but he was afraid to. Obviously he wasn't the bravest guy here....
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:03 am
Now that she could see, Amarilla noted that there were more than a few people in the room. Some searched the walls, but found only one door leading out. How had they gotten in there?
She tried to count how many candle flickers there were, but everyone kept moving, and she lost track more than once. She sighed and finally looked down at her clothes, blushing slightly at her attire. At least they were of a sturdy-looking fabric. She would hate to have it rip after getting caught on a table corner or.
Standing in the semi dark wasn't helping, and wax was starting to drip onto her fingers. So she located the table and sat two chairs away from Camelot and placing her candle onto the table where there was wax, trying to find a way for it to sit on its own. Once it was wedged into the older wax, she folded her hands and looked around the room, waiting for others to take a seat as well. At least then they could count how many people were trapped.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:44 am
Kyndall took the seat next to Tony. She knew he'd want to stay close and, quite frankly, it made her feel better, too. She was busy thinking as she lit her candle. The brighter illumination allowed her to look around but unfortunately did not illuminate far enough for her to see everything. The acoustics did not carry and though some had found a door she wanted to stay here with everyone else. Why would she venture off into the unknown?
Kyndall took an immediate look around her to confirm what the floor was and see what sort of setting they were in. It felt like a castle though she didn't know why she felt that way.
"Tony, do you know anyone here?" she whispered.
She knew he and she were knights but that was not enough for her to infer that everyone here was the same. The sad fact of the matter was that she knew very little in the way of the civilian identities of her fellow senshi and knights. She guarded her secret and she expected others did, too. They could be surrounded by Negas or civilians for all she knew. After all, they were in civilian clothes, she thought though it was not her taste, and they were not powered up.
This was all very strange.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:27 am
The older knight's bold action in snapping apart the chair and tossing it into the fire won Finn's admiration, although the suggestion that he take off his shirt just left Finn confused. This situation hardly struck him as the appropriate place to try to pick up younger guys. "And if it doesn't, then I'd just be without a shirt," replied Finn, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Imagine if this were some occasion of great importance, and Finn were the only one without a shirt. That would just be atrocious. It was like the world wanted him to look bad. The boy arranged the broken bits of chair in the fireplace into a rough approximation of a pyramid setup. Building a fire in a fireplace was a bit awkward when you were used to working with fire-pits, but he thought he'd managed it well enough. He held his candle to one of the thinner pieces of wood and waited for it to catch."As much as I'm sure you'd enjoy that," he remarked to the man beside him, "I'd rather not take the chance of winding up under-dressed for the occasion."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:26 am
"Or just a sleeve," he amended, although he felt the start of a smirk forming when he realized that this kid thought he was hitting on him. In reality... he just didn't want to use his own shirt. "I thought the fabric might catch faster than the wood, but I guess we'll see," he shrugged.
"Besides," he continued, still sticking his head into the fireplace to check the flue, "It looks like we've got everyone else waiting on us. Look how prim and proper they all look, all sitting up straight in their chairs. Precious," he teased under his breath, although he was sure that there wasn't any way for them to not sit up straight in those chairs.
"You okay?" Sessrumnir asked, looking over to where Lorne was sitting. It sounded like he was about to say something but then decided not to. "I doubt you have to raise your hand in a setting like this. Just spit out whatever you want, 'kay?" It was the teacher in him, he told himself. He doubted this guy was anywhere close to the age of his students, but he didn't like seeing people feel out of place.
Unless it was him making them feel out of place, but then that just meant they couldn't take a joke and needed to stop thinking so seriously all the time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:30 am
When Sessrumnir looked to him and spoke, Lorne perked like a dog who'd just seen their owner bring out a bag of treats, but of course, that quickly faded and he relaxed. If you could call it that. He looked down at the table with his butter-yellow eyes, long emo-cut bangs just raking the across the table top.
"Oh, um....I'm not real sure what I was gonna say anyway..." he admitted, feeling, of course, silly.
"So, uh," Lorne attempted, "I guess no one knows what's going on?" Everyone seemed about as lost and confused at him, so he guessed so...
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:37 pm
Sedna raised his hand in a wave to all looking around the table.
"Yo."
As a neptune knight that didn't get out much, Sedna knew almost nobody in this room. With the exception of one-- and he wasn't sure Tony even recognized him. They were in a castle of some sort .. or a room that probably belonged in what should have been a castle. This room looked quite impressive, even with the unfavorable lighting.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:51 pm
Mary chuckled at Fritz and smiled at Eliza. She glanced around and fluffed her shoulders again.
"Some sort of meeting place. Like the study in my Grandmother's house. Except bigger. And i don't think Grandmother would take kindly to it; she paniced when I vanished cause I was a cat. I wonder what we've gathered for..." her train of thought jumped around a little, as if she was distracted. And she was, to a point.
The room reminded her of a room in the estate she wasn't allowed into anymore. Grandfather's study. It was dimmer than she remembered it, and larger, but it had the same sort of feel. Like important things were to happen in this room behind a closed door.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 4:51 pm
"Ah, yes, thank you very much," said Fritz, as the candle flickered and lit. He smiled broadly at the boy he stood next to and clapped a friendly hand against his arm.
"Fritz," he said. "A pleasure, Breu, though I can't say I didn't wish it were under slightly less...unusual circumstances..."
"And I'm not certain anyone would appreciate your disappearance, Eliza darling," Fritz continued, rather distractedly as he slipped an arm around the young woman's shoulders, looking around the room they were standing in. It was still grey here, still strange, the edges wispy and distorted as though from a faded memory.
Which just made it all the more strange. He frowned a bit, looking down at his clothes. They were the same as everyone else's - and just as colorless - and he was not wearing any shoes, which was odd in and of itself. It felt...odd.
Fritz had a feeling he would be using that word quite a bit while they were here...wherever here was, that was. He glanced over at Mary, holding his candle aloft to light the room a bit more - which wasn't very much - and then gestured towards the table. It seemed a bit too coincidental to be just a coincidence - three of the Chronos knights and the man who looked quite a bit like Camelot was rather interesting...were they all pages, squires, and knights then? Or were there others in here not affiliated?
"Shall we sit, then?" Fritz asked, with a small smile, and stepped towards the table, slipping into one of the chairs. "Anyone got any ideas as to where we are? Obviously we're all gathered here for something...though what that is, I'm unsure of..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:22 pm
Eliza grinned at Fritz, feeling less apprehensive about the situation, not that she was very that to begin with. She grinned at Mary as well nodding at her words, "I almost forgot about the cat thing," she said to the girl absentmindedly.
Eliza nodded at Fritz then to Mary, "I have no idea, but I think everyone is right. We should probably sit down. You know maybe its like a meeting and it can't start if everyone isn't seated. Anything possible right?"
She took a seat looking between her two friends and placing her candle in a holder looking around at the other's hoping they would do the same. "It's worth a shot right, if everyone sits down and nothing happens then maybe after we could all try to find a way out. It would be quite the adventure!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:51 pm
Ricky had been rather quiet as the others took their seats at the table. In many other circumstances, he'd be one the others would have a hard time shutting up. But his typical behavior in a place as dark and mysterious place in this did not seem like the wisest move - and although he was far from the wisest person, he did have basic instincts to not get himself killed. However, as the others grabbed a candle and lit it, Ricky went to do the same and took back his seat at the table. It wasn't until he saw Fritz, Mary, and Eliza at the table that he opened his mouth. He knew the three of them - they were all Zodiac Knights, like him. Was that what this was about? Or was this all coincidence? He didn't know the others around him, and wasn't about to divulge all their secrets. "Howdy ladies," he smiled to the three of them, unmeaningly lumping Fritz into the category. "And Fritz. What're ya'll doing here? Is this some sort of..." He paused. What was the codeword that they used in the last Zodiac meeting? Aw, ******** his memory was bad. It was... "...astrology club meeting?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:53 pm
There was muttering and vague, quiet questions being asked all along the table. Knights greeting those around them who they knew, and chattering with those they didn't.
He could only assume they were all knights, of course. While he wasn't exactly powered up into his typical uniform with his weapon at hand, he still felt the strangest sense that all these people around him were knights as well. They wouldn't know him as Chris Gallo if they didn't know who he was already. Perhaps he looked familiar from previous encounters, maybe even from the Surrounding, but other than that, he was sure his identity was still safe from those he wasn't willing to give it to just yet.
Which didn't say much since he usually told people who he was and where he lived, anyway.
Valhalla glanced over to Camelot and the woman with him, before back around at the others. They had to be there for a reason... it was too much of a coincidence for there to be no purpose.
"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?" he suggested, nodding to Camelot to see if he agreed as well. "If we're going to be here for... who knows how long..." There was a voice in the back of his mind that told him he might be edging into finding out just who in the room was hostile and who wasn't... depending on how willing they were to cooperate together, but he still thought they should know at least a name.
"I'm Valhalla of Jupiter, but my first priority is to protect the Earth," he added, wanting the others to know that he could care less about some planet out in space. Earth was his home and he'd do anything to keep it safe.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:04 pm
"Oh, yes, let's please not remember the cat thing," said Fritz dryly, rolling his eyes. "I was itching for days afterwards."
He ran his fingers idly along the wood grain of the table, his eyes watching the flame of the candle as it flickered. It was too obvious that they were all here for a certain reason - if this was a dream, it was too blatant, too different from the normal - and though he could not remember how he had gotten here in the first place, Fritz was quite adamant that it wasn't a dream.
Which just meant that he had no idea what on earth it was. His eyes slid sideways towards Eliza.
"You and your adventures," he said lightly, with a teasing smile. "I seem to recall your adventures in the Surrounding as well..."
A deep southern drawl above his head made Fritz tilt his face upwards, catching sight of a familiar blonde-haired young man.
"Ah, Ricky, so you're here too?" he said, studiously ignoring the fact that he had just been called a lady (probably unintentionally), and giving Ricky a small smile as Fritz pushed aside some of his red fringe of hair. "And no," he added, catching onto the codeword with a smile. "No, I don't think so. We're not the only ones here."
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