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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[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....

[incompletely]

Unless he'd think that's too boring.

[mearry]

Well I know that a fight with me would be boring. I’m not some anime character to go around with a cursed eye...

[incompletely]

[ That gets a little snicker out of him. ]

I'm not a fighter, either. Maybe that'll work in our favor when it comes to him.

[ ...With the others and the whole "killing" thing, though? Maybe not so much. ]

[biqe]

[ blinks ]

[libirdian]

To be fair, you don't need to be an anime character. You just have to be delusional and run around with decorative bandages.

[ He's experienced someone's chuunibyou first-wing, he's totally an expert. ]

[begrimed]

You have my word I won't!

1/2

[oversaw]

[ Hmm... He's been watching in the background for some time, content not to weigh in. This, though, catches his attention. He's not a particularly violent person, nor is he all that keen to suddenly attack someone.

But it looks like the skydwellers (?) are both cautious and curious. So, he'll lend them a hand. ]

... I see, and I offer my heartfelt apologies in advance.

[oversaw]

[ Raises his hand and just kind of. Tries to slap Hamelin?? Across the cheek??

It won't really hurt even if it connects, tbh. ]

[begrimed]

Hey, what kinda hit was that?

[ It does connect and he just looks...confused? ]

[mearry]

[ HE REALLY JUST DID THAAAAAAAT ]

[biyishuangfei]

[ mouths "you should've smacked him a little harder" from the back ]

[reallyfishy]

[stifling a laugh in the peanut gallery]

[hellochildren]

[Just...trying to stifle chuckles...

This gon' be good.]

[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]

Pretty hard to commit murder without it being violent... unless we're talking about something like poison here.

[This is an eyebrow arched questioningly at Jack, because... well. He certainly seems to be putting a lot of thought into this...]