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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[begrimed]

[ Blink, blink what did he say!!!!

...maybe he'll ask another time because her smile is dazzling and distracting. ]

Not this exact story. [ A beat. ] ...let's just say I wouldn't recommend it, fraulein. The story must go on, after all.

[sempiternel]

... And when does it stop?

[ She has a lot of experience with stories going perfectly as planned, with plots followed to the letter, and yet - ]

[begrimed]

When the time is right. It doesn't really work to know the arc of the story while you're going through it. All that does is screw everything up and... [ some hollow laughter. ]

Sorry, fraulein.

[sempiternel]

[ Wait... ]

I know that all too well. Is it... possible you know about me, too?

[begrimed]

[ Smile. ]

I don't really like to peek into a ladies business but I kinda had to, to get your wish.

[sempiternel]

... I see. Thank you for your time.

[ From romance to murder mystery? How long will this one last... ? ]

[begrimed]

It's the least I can do, fraulein. Really.