eswareinmal | Action: Come one, come all!

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Action: Come one, come all!

Characters: ALL THE PEOPLE
Open? Yes.
Where: The Palace
When: The night of the 3RD
What: A masquerade ball and a very deep sleep.
Warnings: Part of a comm-wide plot!

The Prince Sif has felled an unknown beast, and presented its stuffed head to the King. This would be reason enough for a ball, but there are victories to celebrate. More heroes arrive every day. The kingdom was aptly defended when the forest wall fell. No one has tried to assassinate the king in several days.

All told, a good night for a party. The theme of the ball is a masquerade, and shops in town have been surprisingly (almost suspiciously) able to provide gowns and masks in ready supply.

The palace has been opened to heroes and townspeople alike, provided they can present themselves appropriately. The heroes have been strongly encouraged to attend, and those who do not come voluntarily may well be greeted with royal retainers at their doorstep, outfit and dance card in hand. Expect a very full dance card, heroes.

The banquet table is stacked full of food – roasts and cheeses, summer fruits and vegetables, rivers of wine and more ornate desserts than should be permitted in a time or war. This evening is about success – best to enjoy it.

In the center of the ball sits the beast’s head. A scaly, purple thing. Its eyes have been taken out and replaced with rubies, its mouth twisted in the same sort of anguished look on its face as when Sif killed it. There has never been a beast like this in Schwanheim before – if you like, come closer and take a look. The king is very generous with his gifts.

[ooc: The party is a LIE. Well. No, it isn’t! Enjoy the party. Your characters will be expected to wear full masquerade gear, or they will be shunted aside and dressed properly.

After the attendees go home, they will be plagued with dreams more tangible than they have ever felt. More information here]

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"A non-magically appointed person with sense, a reasonable attention span, and, um, a good understanding of when to duck." All of which he knows Ginia possesses in equal or better measure than Helios does. He knows "personal assistant" is certainly a step down for her, but, well, it could pay for a room. Helios' isn't terribly large even for one man and a ghost.

Giles follows her towards the windows, blinking out of sight when her back is to him so the entire thing looks a bit less odd and appearing again beside her, just in time to see her draw out the knife.

For just a second, Giles shows no reaction. Finally, sounding as though he's choosing his words very carefully:

"I'm going to go ahead and assume you're some sort of thief."

That, or an assassin. Giles is truly hoping she's not an assassin.

Thank you, Giles, your tact is appreciated. Ginia glances down at the knife her hand. It's nothing fancy; sharp, durable, good grip, equally good for cutting up a steak and slashing open someone's throat. The weapon is returned to its sheath and she brushes her skirt back out, hiding the slid in the fabric.

/Guess I am. I suppose it's fitting enough given my past profession. I suppose some things have a way of following you./ Her expression is far from happy, but she shrugs it off. /I'm going to guess Helios is some kind of magician or wizard or something along those lines./

She stops signing to look over him. He's a ghost, yes, but she has a feeling there's something more than that. They have roles, purposes, so what did they give you?

/What about you? Anything else I should know?/

He is the lingering spirit, the ghost who can't know rest until he's passed on his knowledge to worthy heroes. But that sounds hopelessly melodramatic to say, and so Giles focuses on the practical. At her question, he falls into thought, recalling the last two days and what he's managed to draw from them, about himself.

"I'm, um, I'm afraid I'm still puzzling it out, myself. And it's been a maddening endeavor, let me tell you. But...well, here's what I've gathered so far. First..."

Giles blinks out of sight as quickly as a television changing channel. A few seconds pass, and he reappears on her other side. "Handy enough. Um, besides the witch, I haven't found anyone who can see me when I'm like that."

When he blinks out of sight, Ginia dumbly looks around for him, before tensing up as he appears right behind her, hand dropping down toward her knife. Not that a knife would do any good against a ghost, but training is hard to break. She relaxes slightly, forcing a smile back on her face.

/Very handy,/ she agrees, forcing her hands back up to sign. /Now what's this about a witch?/

Giles' hands immediately go up as Ginia pulls out her knife, open and empty, and an apologetic smile appears on his face. Another bad habit he's sunk into, but Giles has yet to find a way to make himself visible without alarming people. "S-Sorry."

He's working on it, though.

"The, um, the witch I mentioned earlier. The one who lives in the candy house in the forest. Suppose I should have expected it, honestly but, um, so far she's been the only one."

/Right, that witch./ Intriguing as the idea is, Ginia knows well enough to know to stay away from the people dwelling in candy houses inside deceptive forests. Maybe later on, once she's a little more prepared or has good reason to, but for now she'll play it safe.

She moves to sit down on the cushioned window seat and smiles at him, tucking a few unruly strands of hair behind her ears.

/I take it your time here has been exciting so far./

Giles leans against the wall just beside her, forgoing the window seat but letting himself be at least a bit at ease, all the same.

"Helios, um, had it right, when he said that this place is a bit like Luceti on fast forward. In about five days, I've been kicked by a deity-turned-horse, made my way into the Two Faced Forest after dark, w-when that's supposed to be impossible normally, a-and, um, well, now there's this." He makes a grand, sweeping gesture to encompass their general surroundings here. "And, um, it's only by virtue of my current state that I-I've avoided getting eaten three separate times."

Luceti on fast forward. It's a scary sort of thought and she whistles slightly when she hears his very busy five days. Maybe it's not so unexpected in a fairy tale sort of world. She remembers how active and busy she'd been as a knight and princess when Luceti itself become a living storybook. Maybe it wasn't so unexpected here, though she had no intention of saving princesses from dragons any time soon.

/I guess starting off my first day at a masquerade ball isn't so bad,/ she comments lightly, looking around the splendid ball. While she's still expecting some sort of catch, it's hard not to get caught up in the festive environment. /And eaten three times? Do I even dare ask what has tried to eat you?/

Giles answers readily this time, ticking off on his fingers.

"Chimera. Roc. And, um, I wasn't terribly certain about the witch, but I did get a look at the oven and, um, I probably would have fit. I, um, I was only able to track the witch down in the daytime, though. The others, well, they only come out at night. I, um, I suppose that's one small advantage to having the thorns. They come up after sunset in a wall around the woods. There's, um, only been one night so far when, when that hasn't been the case."

Giles settles easily into the role of informational provider. There aren't half as many people here as in Luceti, and their comings and goings seem even more random, so it's not a role he's been able to take on for very many besides small werewolves. He even seems a bit happier, explaining things, finally feeling as though he's fitting into the role a bit.

"Speaking of the thorns, actually...I presume you've been informed of them, then? They're our, well, our primary opponent, odd as that still sounds to say."

Chimera, rocs, and purple scaled beasts, oh my. The world is certainly shaping up to be an interesting one. She also imagines Helios is having quite the field day seeing all the creatures, and potentially getting himself in trouble with the more dangerous and unfriendly ones. She loves her friends early, but she knows their habits.

/The thorns yes, though everything else is fairly new, and I thank you for it. I suppose these thorns are the kind that are resist to a flamethrower. Or, given this sort of setting, lots and lots of fireball spells./

Helios was having a field day right up until the point that he met the chimera. The experience had shaken the magician on a level that Giles had hoped never to see again, and if he can't stop the other man from going back to the forest, on a practical level Giles is intensely grateful to have someone around to support him that is tangible.

"That, um, I don't know. We, we do know it's resistant to blades, as a few of the warriors rode out that far. One tried to take a sample back, and, um, found that the thorns were rather resistant to the idea. If any wizards have gone out that far, they aren't sharing."

/We know a wizard, time certainly seems to be something we have on our hands, and I'd like to see these thorns for myself. What say we take a trip?/ Typical Ginia, first day and already making plans. It was really no different than her and Luceti, making plans on seeing the barrier only a few days after her arrival. The main different this time is she has people to go with instead of being a lone wolf.

/Or anywhere else for that matter. As much as I love Luceti, the new scenery is quite nice./

"I admit, the only thing I've seen beyond the town thus far was from horseback. Well...horse dragged. And, well, then we were primarily focused on getting back. A bit beyond the forest but, um, then our goals were still the same. Sif was, um, on her way back in any case. The thorns themselves are, um, a couple of days ride beyond here."

Typical Ginia. It's equal parts reassuring and a cause for concern. Reassuring because, well, Ginia is good at rallying people, and with her around, Giles and Helios together could probably muster up the courage and motivation to get out and explore.

On the other hand, if she runs herself ragged, that's just one less way Giles can be there for her.

Sif, the Norse goddess of earth. An interesting name. Whether or not she's a deity remains to be seen - after all, Helios was not actually a sun god - but someone to keep an eye out for. The slayer of the beast in the center of the room was reason enough to talk to her, but that Giles had always met her was promising as well.

/Is there a stable around we could borrow horses from?/ With borrow involving any sort of combination of saving up money to pay for them, being given them out of the kindness of the townspeople hearts, or stealing them in the dead of night and riding off before anyone could discover their grievous crime.

Given the fact that she knows Thor and Loki seems to have something of an unhealthy fascination with her? Even Giles feels safe in saying that yes, she's a deity.

But Ginia can meet Sif for herself, later on. Giles hasn't seen the goddess at the party all night, and can't really fault her if she decided to run out on the party.

"Yes, there are a few. And, um, don't worry about me. I, I just need to attach myself to one of you, and then I can follow easily enough."

/Hold on, "attach"?/

"If you can find a better word for it, I'd love to hear it."

What? You never let him get through the powers recitation, Ginia. Granted, there isn't much, and still more to puzzle out besides.

"Hang on."

Giles closes his eyes, and slowly a feeling will creep over Ginia. It's the feeling of someone standing on her shadow, falling into step behind her, even though she isn't actually moving. That someone is Giles, although he's still standing next to her instead.

"It's, um, it's really only a convenient way to ensure that I can keep up."

Ginia gives a tiny shudder, more from the uneasy feeling of a close following than anything else. She can see the benefit of it and it's something she could get used to, so she offers a smile.

/Very useful. Is there anything else you can do?/ It reminds her of a conversation about vampires and going through the list of fact and fiction. How much ghost lore was real and how much fanciful imagination? The urge to find out more is strong, but that's expected for her.

"Well...I don't need to sleep. I, um, I suppose that counts as an 'ability', in that it's superhuman."

For a second, Giles looks as though he's going to leave it at that, that he's going to lie and say that's all he's found out. But then, with a slight shake of his head, he sets the thought aside. Ginia could very well come across him borrowing another body at some point down the road. She needs to know.

"...with permission, um, I-I can...also possess someone."

Much like a vampire needs permission to enter a dwelling. It's a similarity that rankles somewhat, especially in light of that memory.

Possessing someone. That earns Giles another slight glance as she thinks over things. It's logical enough for a ghost to be able to do that and she knows Giles well enough that even if permission wasn't needed, he would never do it malevolently or against someone's will. However, she can't deny the idea makes her a little uneasy, most likely due to too many late night horror films.

/What can you do when you're possessing someone?/

"Share a bit in their senses." A nice little break for his nerves, getting even a bit of the taste of a cup of tea, although it was nothing on his few hours of corporeality. "See what they see. Communicate with them, um...well, I suppose 'telepathically' is the best way to describe it, although it, um, isn't quite the same thing."

After a moment's hesitation, Giles adds, "Move them, if they're, um, in no fit s-state to move themselves."

The case that had led to him discovering this had been a girl with a concussion, so, despite himself, Giles still isn't too ashamed of this.

"That's as much as I know so far."

Ginia doesn't judge as she listens. It's about what she would have expected for a ghost to be able to do and it's all very useful sounding. Though as she listens, her mind focuses on a few key points and a light, not entirely innocent smile crosses her face. Yes, Giles, your girlfriend is a pervert, but that's okay because it's all out of love.

/Share a bit in their senses?/

"Oh, yes." But, while her boyfriend is nowhere near as sexually inexperienced as appearances might lead some to believe, he's not quite that much of a pervert, and he's still deep into the academia. "See what they see, hear what they hear, taste what they taste...it's, um, all very egalitarian, thus far, and...what?"

Then Giles looks over at Ginia, and does notice the smile on her face, and is momentarily baffled.

Deep into the academia is why Ginia loves him so much, even if can result in some frustration at times. But even while her thoughts err toward salacious ideas, she can admit it's really all quite fascinating. On some level it unsettles her because she knows what it's like to not have control of her body and to lose time, and while she's come to terms with Alice, it's still very, very odd. However, this is more a sharing of a body as some level of consciousness remains.

Which only adds more fuel to her salacious ideas and his words aren't helping much.

/Nothing, I'm very fascinated by the idea. I presume touch is also included?/

"Of course. A, um, a bit muted, but I can feel things. Yes, um, all five senses seem to be included, to some degree or another, a-and the last time I saw you smiling quite like that, it ended up with me wearing a collar with a bell. Since that would be, um, quite impossible now, I can only assume you have other ideas."

Needless to say, Giles is looking suspicious, or as suspicious as he can when he knows that, whatever amusing plans Ginia is musing over, she'll be infuriatingly good at talking him into them. He did wind up wearing a collar with a bell, after all.

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