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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[hellochildren]

[If this were an anime, the parrot would have one of those veins of anger appearing on the back of his head.

As it stands, he's takes few deep breaths before responding.]

I don't plan on elaborating, no.

A prank, a show of zere power-at zis point, they go hand-in-hand, do they not?

And you're velcome. Don't expect anymore handouts.

[The parrot does not plan on taking a bullet for any of you.]

[heroicact]

I don't know how much a show of power is needed... But maybe you're right?

[Good thing neither of them are anime characters, though Jack can probably... read... the atmosphere to some extent given the bird is surprisingly person-like in his mannerisms and he mayyyy just be a little more familiar than usual with the symptoms of irritation.

Even in a foreign land with foreign creatures and foreign Possum Character deaths. Some things never change.

All the professorial parrot gets for his trouble this time is an amazingly gormless grin. Jack is carefully, carefully wringing all the fountain water and imaginary(?) spiders out of his own ruffles but makes a complicated sort of gesture at his companion...]

Oh, I would never expect anything like a handout! That would be undignified, not to mention it wouldn't be very sporting! Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime? A towel, something?

[hellochildren]

I vill not be surpriset if I am correct. I am sure at least a few among us are more believing in ze man's powers zan they vere previously.

[Whether or not the parrot includes himself in that group of people, he doesn't say.

At Jack's offer, he looks the man up and down. He shouldn't trust easily in a place like this, but considering the previous interaction he had with him...]

I voult appreciate assistance in finding a towel, yes. But raser zan being left to vait, I woult prefer accompanying you to find one. And since I can not fly in my current state...

[He purposely leaves the sentence unfinished, glancing at Jack's left shoulder. Not the most most dignified, but if he can hitch a ride, he'll take it.]