Prologue

[faentasy]

PROLOGUE

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The clink of glasses, the clatter of utensils upon plates and the soft murmur of conversation flows smoothly in the warmly lit dining hall. It's a dinner party, a rather vivacious one at that, with the food flowing freely. Savory and sweet, regional specialties, refined and rustic, there's something for everyone. Omurice, chiffon cake, kimchi, sizzling porterhouse steaks—it might be more apt to call it a buffet than anything else.

Do buffets usually serve such a unique smorgasbord of food? And actually, weren't you doing something else? A free meal is usually a good thing but is anything truly free? Who are these people around you? And where exactly are you?

Whatever thoughts are racing through your mind, they're abruptly cut off by a note, high pitched G-sharp from a woodwind. All your senses return to you, though they won't tell you much. Maybe not all of them actually, if you're used to feats of heroic strength or manipulating reality or numerous other abilities. There is one clue at least, a heavy weighted paper beneath your plate, an embossed note rather than a list of courses.

"Enjoy yourselves. I'll come see you when you've had your fill. And don't try to dine and dash, huh? There's something I have—something I can do for you, after all. Besides, you've already agreed to the terms anyway!"

Welcome to your Fairy Tale.

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Comments

[mirrite]

[Just stepping a little bit closer to Phil here.]

I dunno, his odds aren't looking too good right about now...

[begrimed]

Ahhh were you thinking of killing me?

[ He perks up at that, actually. ]

[mirrite]

From where I'm standing, you look to be as good a target as any.

[begrimed]

Go for it.

[ I will note there is not a rule against attacking the mastermind. ]

[mearry]

Hey, wait— don’t do that!

[libirdian]

[ This human has the right idea. ]

...He's right. You should probably get more information before attacking him.

[biqe]

[ Yeah!! Listen to this large bird ]

[mearry]

[ of course the talking bird has to give him the point. ]

Honestly, if the “mastermind” is begging you to kill him, then that’s probably more of a reason not to.

[mirrite]

Point taken. Doesn't mean I can't still keep it in mind, though.

[mearry]

Well... if you say so...

[heroicact]

Not to mention! If he's the master of this realm, you're probably a bit outclassed, wouldn't you say? The little bird has good ideas.

[The bird is not little.]

[incompletely]

[ Adding on to the train here: ]

He's also pretty sadistic, so I think he'd find enjoyment from seeing any of us try to fight him.

[mearry]

He might kill us before we even get a hit....

[mirrite]

I would assume there's also a good reason he took away our weapons.

[heroicact]

Mmm, but there's all sorts of possibilities for that sort of caution, isn't there? He did say, after all, that he wanted us to do killings for him -- but he hasn't yet said how or why. It's entirely possible he doesn't want things to take a violent turn without his say-so.

[It's a smooth line of logic, easily rattled off like he does this all the time -- maybe a bit of a violent contrast on its own to the rest of his airy demeanor in this realm, but it is a bit of a violently contrasting time, to be fair.

A half-smile, a little bit chagrined.]

At least, I hope things won't take a violent turn anyway.

[They'll just get covered in spiders. It's Fine.]

[mirrite]

Good to know.

[He'll be filing this fact away for future reference.]

[biqe]

[ oh god LET'S NOT DO THIS NOW... tugging as hard as he can on his sleeve (which is admittedly not very hard)!! ]

Marcus! We don't know enough about this situation to know what the consequences might be. You don't need to take that kind of a risk now.

[ ... ]

If you were to die here...

[mirrite]

[... dammit Phil why do you have to hit him right where it hurts? DON'T MAKE THAT FACE.]

... you might not be able to summon me again. Yeah, yeah, I get it.

["But like hell I'm gonna let anything to happen to YOU either."]

But don't think I won't do it if things come down to that.

[Because you of all people know damn well that he will.]

[begrimed]

Changed your mind? That's too bad...you'll never earn your wish if you just let whoever whisper in your ear.

[mirrite]

Good thing I don't just let 'whoever' whisper in my ear, then.

[begrimed]

Ahh, got it, got it. But if you change your mind? You can find me in the palace. As long as you're lookin for me, at least.

Come pay me a visit anytime, eh?

[biqe]

[ that face is like 60% of his canon screentime, you're asking too much ]

I know. Thank you.

[ Not going to immediately let go of that sleeve, though. You might notice his hand's a little shaky. ]

[mirrite]

[Oh, he notices, and that's exactly why it's taking him an immense amount of willpower to remain this calm. Hamelin here has earned himself a permanent place on Marcus' shit list, for better or for worse.]

You know you don't need to thank me for that.

[But he will relax almost imperceptibly, taking a slow, deep breath.]

[laytorest]

[Wwwwwwatching all this go down.]

[mirrite]

[HE'S NOT USUALLY LIKE... well okay that's a lie. If Phil is involved, he really does get like this.]