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intro ♚ july
We’ve all had those dreams: you wake up on a table, to blurry, ominous images and the certainty that you are absolutely buck-naked in a room full of strangers. This is not quite it.
Instead, you come awake to the sun on your face. The soft burble of water nearby. The hustle and bustle of a busy street and the faint, fortifying smell of bread. You open your eyes and there’s no one there at your bedside, but there is what appears to be the end of the world happening just beyond your window.
There’s a crack in the world across the sky, the “sun” is the totally unnatural light spilling from that crack straight into your eyes, and someone’s left a neatly pressed and folded uniform at the foot of the bed that isn’t yours. Somewhere in the room, there’s a strange clatter like beads, the click of claws on the floor.
Something’s in here with you.
Also, you are naked.
Instead, you come awake to the sun on your face. The soft burble of water nearby. The hustle and bustle of a busy street and the faint, fortifying smell of bread. You open your eyes and there’s no one there at your bedside, but there is what appears to be the end of the world happening just beyond your window.
There’s a crack in the world across the sky, the “sun” is the totally unnatural light spilling from that crack straight into your eyes, and someone’s left a neatly pressed and folded uniform at the foot of the bed that isn’t yours. Somewhere in the room, there’s a strange clatter like beads, the click of claws on the floor.
Something’s in here with you.
Also, you are naked.
ONE ♟ Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
Your Carriers and the floor nannies in your rooms relay, in unison and in the curt voice of Secretary Alexandre Verdoni, a public service announcement informing all Heroes of the Delphine Grand Ball, a masquerade hosted by the Gammonian Embassy to celebrate the Heroes’ successful defeat of Noir in the Lasker Incident and the safe arrival of international foccer superstar, Ryder Wreckham. It will be held tonight at 6 PM at the White Rose Multipurpose Function Building. There will be dancing, a live orchestra, a buffet and flowing drinks, and plenty of Blanc’s finest to schmooze with, so don’t miss it! The abrupt and lavish invitation might rattle the new arrivals, but those who’ve been here longer don’t seem surprised, and many don’t look very pleased, either.
Masks and formal wear are both said to be an absolute must, but if you’re strapped for cash or festive spirit, you could get away with wearing a clean Hero uniform. But why would you when Gammon’s elites are willing to provide Heroes with complementary masks, suits and dresses precisely for the occasion? And if you need any help with your clothes, hair, makeup, or date, don’t hesitate to ask your friends or the Hall of Glory’s maids and butlers for help.
As you get ready for the ball, your floor nannies may flip through a few radio stations to set the mood; one of them just so happens to be airing Voices from the Other Tide, a popular radio show based in Lasker’s The Shield. Its target audience is comprised of international refugees and immigrant communities, so you may have caught the show before during your stay in Lasker or your visits to Sparrow Towns all over the country.
Despite the flurry of preparations and rumors flying about the ball in every alleyway, not everyone is interested in Delphine’s most prestigious event. Many of Caissa’s most eligible maidens have never danced at something so public! Some otherwise upstanding citizens just can’t be bothered to go, especially since they’re not the ones getting sponsored for free clothes. What’s the point in dropping half a year’s worth in wages on a fancy suit and tie or a ball gown?
For those who don’t wish to have anything to do with Blanc’s upper echelon or its martial celebrations, Uptown Caissa is abuzz with the biggest civilian event of the month: Festivale de la Ceinturonne, named after the sparkling, silver galaxy you can see on clear, summer night skies.
How about you, Hero? Which celebration will you choose? Or perhaps you'd like to double dip?
Masks and formal wear are both said to be an absolute must, but if you’re strapped for cash or festive spirit, you could get away with wearing a clean Hero uniform. But why would you when Gammon’s elites are willing to provide Heroes with complementary masks, suits and dresses precisely for the occasion? And if you need any help with your clothes, hair, makeup, or date, don’t hesitate to ask your friends or the Hall of Glory’s maids and butlers for help.
As you get ready for the ball, your floor nannies may flip through a few radio stations to set the mood; one of them just so happens to be airing Voices from the Other Tide, a popular radio show based in Lasker’s The Shield. Its target audience is comprised of international refugees and immigrant communities, so you may have caught the show before during your stay in Lasker or your visits to Sparrow Towns all over the country.
Rocco Ricci: You are listening to Voices from the Other Tide! This fine Delphine evening, the suns are shining, the moons are just about to change color, and do YOU know where your trains are? I’m your host, Rocco Ricci, coming to you live from the center of The Shield! We’ve been looking at the fallout of the latest chapter in the war with Noir, the railway attacks that happened a few weeks ago right here in the heart of our very own city. I have with me today Nokoru Nokozaki, and it’s about that time. Time to let the survivors have their say, eh? What do you say, Nokozaki?
Nokoru Nokozaki: Ah, I’d like to say thank you for inviting me, and thank you very much for doing this show. I apologize if I am not able to give many clear answers, it was a very confusing time. A very confusing trip. I still don’t know how I survived, to be honest.
Ricci: Don’t sweat it, no sweat, eh? I’ll be asking all the questions and giving you half the answers, all you need to do is work with me and give our listeners a taste of what it was like, getting trapped in the middle of all that. Explosions and magic fireworks and what was that I heard, the Blanc military running around like chickens with their heads up their—
Nokozaki: Yes, thank you very much. It was a normal trip, to visit family in the— in The Shield, I believe you call this? I am not a refugee, but I know many who tried to settle in what we call the Blackest Empire, and tried to start again in the Lawless Lands, and failed. They came here, looking for something. I came here to see how they lived.
Ricci: Right, right, that’s how it always goes, isn’t it? Better bacon, better wallpaper, it’s what we’re all here for. Why, back when I was a— [ a sudden whine of feedback ] … Thank you, thank you, I’ll have that mic back. A recap for our listeners, a train with some 800 refugees was attacked and destroyed by Noir infiltrators just a couple weeks ago! Nokozaki here is one of the very few survivors. My condolences. Condolences.
Nokozaki: Thank you… It was lucky for me, I was in the mines in Shatranj. I have endurance, you know, I can walk very long distances without food, without water. No shelter. In the mountains we passed through, there is only bad weather. And when they blew up the train cars, we had to walk home on our own. Ah, but not home, you understand.
Ricci: I sure do. What was it, there was a rumor you came back with Commander de Lisbrand of the Blanc brass? There’s a firecracker if I’ve ever seen one — not that I’ve clapped my own eyes on her yet, may I be blessed — word has it she was stranded up in the mountains all on her lonesome for a while when Noir blew the whole army off the map, and she walked her fine self back to civilization! Why, we could do a whole segment on that alone!
Nokozaki: Is that not what we are doing? I assumed… I was to talk about my experiences marching with the Lady de Lisbrand, they are calling it the Iron March, I hear? She was not alone, but trapped in the mountain with a very small number of soldiers. And us, we were in the car with them when the bomb went off, but we did not know what had happened then. Only after we returned to Lasker…
Ricci: Oh, we know all about the Iron March! Is it true you all had to survive on rock moss and wild mountain cat?! Our listeners have gone wild with speculation! [ some rustling and clearing of throat ] But of course, of course you’re quite traumatized, I’m sure. A very difficult time. This is just one of many, many stories we’ve heard coming out of the Sorokina Mountains in recent days, and many more of them feature our Lady de Lisbrand. Stay tuned for some important upcoming guests, several of whom are still searching for family members gone missing in the chaos…
Nokoru Nokozaki: Ah, I’d like to say thank you for inviting me, and thank you very much for doing this show. I apologize if I am not able to give many clear answers, it was a very confusing time. A very confusing trip. I still don’t know how I survived, to be honest.
Ricci: Don’t sweat it, no sweat, eh? I’ll be asking all the questions and giving you half the answers, all you need to do is work with me and give our listeners a taste of what it was like, getting trapped in the middle of all that. Explosions and magic fireworks and what was that I heard, the Blanc military running around like chickens with their heads up their—
Nokozaki: Yes, thank you very much. It was a normal trip, to visit family in the— in The Shield, I believe you call this? I am not a refugee, but I know many who tried to settle in what we call the Blackest Empire, and tried to start again in the Lawless Lands, and failed. They came here, looking for something. I came here to see how they lived.
Ricci: Right, right, that’s how it always goes, isn’t it? Better bacon, better wallpaper, it’s what we’re all here for. Why, back when I was a— [ a sudden whine of feedback ] … Thank you, thank you, I’ll have that mic back. A recap for our listeners, a train with some 800 refugees was attacked and destroyed by Noir infiltrators just a couple weeks ago! Nokozaki here is one of the very few survivors. My condolences. Condolences.
Nokozaki: Thank you… It was lucky for me, I was in the mines in Shatranj. I have endurance, you know, I can walk very long distances without food, without water. No shelter. In the mountains we passed through, there is only bad weather. And when they blew up the train cars, we had to walk home on our own. Ah, but not home, you understand.
Ricci: I sure do. What was it, there was a rumor you came back with Commander de Lisbrand of the Blanc brass? There’s a firecracker if I’ve ever seen one — not that I’ve clapped my own eyes on her yet, may I be blessed — word has it she was stranded up in the mountains all on her lonesome for a while when Noir blew the whole army off the map, and she walked her fine self back to civilization! Why, we could do a whole segment on that alone!
Nokozaki: Is that not what we are doing? I assumed… I was to talk about my experiences marching with the Lady de Lisbrand, they are calling it the Iron March, I hear? She was not alone, but trapped in the mountain with a very small number of soldiers. And us, we were in the car with them when the bomb went off, but we did not know what had happened then. Only after we returned to Lasker…
Ricci: Oh, we know all about the Iron March! Is it true you all had to survive on rock moss and wild mountain cat?! Our listeners have gone wild with speculation! [ some rustling and clearing of throat ] But of course, of course you’re quite traumatized, I’m sure. A very difficult time. This is just one of many, many stories we’ve heard coming out of the Sorokina Mountains in recent days, and many more of them feature our Lady de Lisbrand. Stay tuned for some important upcoming guests, several of whom are still searching for family members gone missing in the chaos…
Despite the flurry of preparations and rumors flying about the ball in every alleyway, not everyone is interested in Delphine’s most prestigious event. Many of Caissa’s most eligible maidens have never danced at something so public! Some otherwise upstanding citizens just can’t be bothered to go, especially since they’re not the ones getting sponsored for free clothes. What’s the point in dropping half a year’s worth in wages on a fancy suit and tie or a ball gown?
For those who don’t wish to have anything to do with Blanc’s upper echelon or its martial celebrations, Uptown Caissa is abuzz with the biggest civilian event of the month: Festivale de la Ceinturonne, named after the sparkling, silver galaxy you can see on clear, summer night skies.
How about you, Hero? Which celebration will you choose? Or perhaps you'd like to double dip?
TWO ♟ Delphine Grand Ball
As two men in dapper suits greet you with synchronized bows and throw open the doors to the grand ballroom, the mellow strains of a live orchestral waltz flow out, filling the extravagant hall with the sound of soulful strings and whimsical woodwinds. Beautifully-dressed dancers move in pairs on the marble floor, swaying and gliding under a brilliant, crystal sky of chandeliers. The large, open arches that line the west side of the hall are decorated with massive velvet curtains that billow gently in the night breeze and hide both shyer dancers and small tables of finger foods. Young, passionate couples and colleagues in cahoots alike—sometimes it’s hard to distinguish the two—throng the balconies outside, enjoying the clear starred sky and the glow of Oubliette close at hand.
The crown jewel of the evening is, of course, the exquisitely bedecked and room-length tables laden with high-class food and drink the likes of which neither you nor the vast majority of ordinary Caissans have ever seen or heard. And they keep bringing out more! No spot on the table is to be left bare for the remainder of the evening! (Gerald, Hall of Glory Head Butler, highly recommends the champagne!) Some tables, however, might hold familiar dishes from French and British—er, Blanc and Gammonian cuisine. Most eye-catching are the tiered displays of pastel marshmallow cups and the tall and ornate fondue fountains of cascading chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla. They’re a homage to the mallow-colored moon of Delphine, the goddess of love, and tradition suggests you share a mallow with someone you care about.
Blanc’s richest and most influential are all present and accounted for. If they’re not waltzing or eating caviar, then they will be conversing among themselves over exquisite wine. Some try to catch the attention of Ryder, whose giant and suspiciously realistic fur coat and suit look wholly inappropriate for the weather. He smokes an expensive-looking pipe encrusted with diamonds while a small, diligent bodyguard serves as his very own footrest. Prime Minister Thierry Toussaint mingles with the noblest of families, his mask adorned with feathers that fall nearly to the floor. Both individuals are as sought after as they are difficult to approach… You’d have better luck simply mingling with other VIPs and soliciting their opinions.
Most are full of hot air and idle gossip, but some express open discontent with Ryder’s views; must be that speech he made a while ago. Others take issue with the Prime Minister’s handling of affairs; still others have whispered doubts of Secretary Verdoni’s loyalties to share with you; Commander de Lisbrand does not escape scrutiny either, despite not being present. There’s also talk of the new wave of Blanc leadership, though you can never quite get a name to go with the ambitious rumors. However, you will notice that, despite their poisonous tongues, Blanc’s best and brightest seem to be quite taken with you!
This is your chance. What you say to the VIPs can influence their opinions of Blanc’s leadership, the Lasker incident, and Blanc’s course of action from here on out, for better or for worse. (You are allowed to control the unnamed VIP NPCs. What did you tell them?)
The crown jewel of the evening is, of course, the exquisitely bedecked and room-length tables laden with high-class food and drink the likes of which neither you nor the vast majority of ordinary Caissans have ever seen or heard. And they keep bringing out more! No spot on the table is to be left bare for the remainder of the evening! (Gerald, Hall of Glory Head Butler, highly recommends the champagne!) Some tables, however, might hold familiar dishes from French and British—er, Blanc and Gammonian cuisine. Most eye-catching are the tiered displays of pastel marshmallow cups and the tall and ornate fondue fountains of cascading chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla. They’re a homage to the mallow-colored moon of Delphine, the goddess of love, and tradition suggests you share a mallow with someone you care about.
Blanc’s richest and most influential are all present and accounted for. If they’re not waltzing or eating caviar, then they will be conversing among themselves over exquisite wine. Some try to catch the attention of Ryder, whose giant and suspiciously realistic fur coat and suit look wholly inappropriate for the weather. He smokes an expensive-looking pipe encrusted with diamonds while a small, diligent bodyguard serves as his very own footrest. Prime Minister Thierry Toussaint mingles with the noblest of families, his mask adorned with feathers that fall nearly to the floor. Both individuals are as sought after as they are difficult to approach… You’d have better luck simply mingling with other VIPs and soliciting their opinions.
Most are full of hot air and idle gossip, but some express open discontent with Ryder’s views; must be that speech he made a while ago. Others take issue with the Prime Minister’s handling of affairs; still others have whispered doubts of Secretary Verdoni’s loyalties to share with you; Commander de Lisbrand does not escape scrutiny either, despite not being present. There’s also talk of the new wave of Blanc leadership, though you can never quite get a name to go with the ambitious rumors. However, you will notice that, despite their poisonous tongues, Blanc’s best and brightest seem to be quite taken with you!
This is your chance. What you say to the VIPs can influence their opinions of Blanc’s leadership, the Lasker incident, and Blanc’s course of action from here on out, for better or for worse. (You are allowed to control the unnamed VIP NPCs. What did you tell them?)
THREE ♟ Wish Upon A Star
Maybe you looked at the people around you, the ones you’d be dancing and schmoozing and seen with in the papers the morning after, and thought, ”Not happening.” Perhaps the ballroom is too grand, the people too snazzy, or the music too classy; it makes your head spin right round. Some fresh air and eavesdropping on the veranda may just clear your head.
On the way out, you may notice a certain someone sitting at one of the veranda tables, surrounded by paperwork and a delicately stacked pile of beignets. Shouldn’t Secretary Verdoni allow himself to celebrate for once in his life? Upon closer (and discreet) inspection, it looks as if the paperwork is exclusively composed of reports on the Lasker incident. Does Verdoni look increasingly unhappy the deeper he digs into the stack? It’s also possible his face is just stuck that way.
It may be best to leave him to his work; though trying to engage him in conversation will lead to:
Many commoners appear cheerful as they gather and offer their wishes to Delphine. The bright, star-shaped lanterns hanging from buildings and trees create a mellow atmosphere and attract crowds of lovey-dovey couples around who seem too happy to have wishes at all. Maybe you feel up to taking a peek at some of the local merchandise: colored cookies and good luck charms lovingly made in bird and mermaid shapes, or well-coveted couple bracelets with two parts that make one whole. But be careful! Losing your bracelet is said to bring bad luck!
The streets are also absolutely bustling with errant performers of all kinds, many of whom tell their own versions of the story of la Ceinturonne: said to be the sash of Delphine herself stretched across the sky in a river of stars, it separates the famous doomed couple of legend. The bluebird Ilatar and the mermaid weaver Geva are said to have been cursed by Delphine for their carelessness, and may only meet once a year at the mouth of the great river. Some performers may be looking for helping hands to play roles in the story! Let your inner thespian shine!
But not everyone can be happy, even once a year: the rumblings of civil unrest in Lasker have increased in volume ever since the train attacks. Many of the aforementioned street performers this year seem to have added a political or darker bend to our annual tale of great romance: in some versions, Ilatar and Geva backstab Delphine outright, while in others, the river itself turns against the lovers, and so on and so forth. A great deal of graffiti has been smeared over the pristine walls behind the temple, lambasting the Prime Minister for selling his country to the Gammonian and Noir old money.
If you wish to quell the unrest, you may put on counter performances, clean the graffiti, or invent your own, more creative means of quieting the people. Be advised, though: Blanc’s masses have had their eyes opened, and it will take some fancy footwork to close them again.
On the way out, you may notice a certain someone sitting at one of the veranda tables, surrounded by paperwork and a delicately stacked pile of beignets. Shouldn’t Secretary Verdoni allow himself to celebrate for once in his life? Upon closer (and discreet) inspection, it looks as if the paperwork is exclusively composed of reports on the Lasker incident. Does Verdoni look increasingly unhappy the deeper he digs into the stack? It’s also possible his face is just stuck that way.
It may be best to leave him to his work; though trying to engage him in conversation will lead to:
| Verdoni Do I look like I have the time to speak with you? [ he says briskly, but relents quickly ] Perhaps just a moment. The situation in Lasker is improving, thanks to your efforts. Well done. Your work in reaching out to residents of The Shield has eased tensions, though it’s still a long ways away from what I’d consider good. Of course, our work is never done. [ his gaze flicks back to the paperwork before him; it’s clear by ‘our’ he means ‘my’ ] That’s not even getting into the reports I’ve been hearing from Petrosian. People disappearing, strange things in the river… it may be nothing, but keep your eyes open. |
Many commoners appear cheerful as they gather and offer their wishes to Delphine. The bright, star-shaped lanterns hanging from buildings and trees create a mellow atmosphere and attract crowds of lovey-dovey couples around who seem too happy to have wishes at all. Maybe you feel up to taking a peek at some of the local merchandise: colored cookies and good luck charms lovingly made in bird and mermaid shapes, or well-coveted couple bracelets with two parts that make one whole. But be careful! Losing your bracelet is said to bring bad luck!
The streets are also absolutely bustling with errant performers of all kinds, many of whom tell their own versions of the story of la Ceinturonne: said to be the sash of Delphine herself stretched across the sky in a river of stars, it separates the famous doomed couple of legend. The bluebird Ilatar and the mermaid weaver Geva are said to have been cursed by Delphine for their carelessness, and may only meet once a year at the mouth of the great river. Some performers may be looking for helping hands to play roles in the story! Let your inner thespian shine!
But not everyone can be happy, even once a year: the rumblings of civil unrest in Lasker have increased in volume ever since the train attacks. Many of the aforementioned street performers this year seem to have added a political or darker bend to our annual tale of great romance: in some versions, Ilatar and Geva backstab Delphine outright, while in others, the river itself turns against the lovers, and so on and so forth. A great deal of graffiti has been smeared over the pristine walls behind the temple, lambasting the Prime Minister for selling his country to the Gammonian and Noir old money.
If you wish to quell the unrest, you may put on counter performances, clean the graffiti, or invent your own, more creative means of quieting the people. Be advised, though: Blanc’s masses have had their eyes opened, and it will take some fancy footwork to close them again.
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Once they finally come to a stop, he bleakly raises a chocolate covered arm, watching the chocolate drip onto the floor.
He looks back to Naruto, and he doesn't look angry, just... Done. so Done. ]
Who are you and what's the meaning of this? [ They're probably going to have to clean all of this, aren't they. ]
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What do you mean what's the meaning of this'attebayo? I didn't do it on purpose.
[His brain is catching up with his mouth. This is not an uncommon experience for Naruto but it does leave a sort of buffering moment before he pushes up onto his elbows in righteous indignation.]
And you're the one that kicked all the chocolate over!
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[ Honestly, given the tense atmosphere lately, he wouldn't be surprised.
Jae-ha huffs, crossing his arms. His chocolatey, chocolatey arms. ]
I kicked it over so we wouldn't run into it! We'd be in a world of hurt if if weren't for me. [ He did them a favor?? ]
Instead... we are in a world of chocolate. [ Things could be worse? ]
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[The tense atmosphere hasn't gone over Naruto's head so much as there are facets to it that just aren't on his radar. He doesn't have the personality for subterfuge, and political maneuvers and the fine-tuning necessary for the exchanges flying through this party aren't skills he's cultivated. Instead he recognizes tension as that thing they're all trying to live with after what happened on the train- and around it, they have to find a way to keep going.
He tries to get a hand underneath him but his palm ends up sliding instead and Naruto goes sprawling right back down onto the (poor?) guy. It's better than smashing his face into the floor?]
D'you think we're gonna be in trouble?
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This is his life now. This is fine.
Out of the corner of his eye, though, he can see a half a dozen butlers hurriedly making their way through the crowd. ]
Oh, I think they're sending people to clean it up!
[ But... ]
Ah, it was totally our fault though. Maybe we should clean it ourselves...
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[This is Naruto's first thought not only because it's his primary frame of reference, but because he's never been to a fancy place like this before and he suspects that that's what fancy party people do when someone is making too much noise.]
We're gonna have to walk home in chocolate.
[He manages to get himself onto hands and knees as the butlers arrive, a team of them hurrying to pull the men off of the ground and out of a steadily spreading puddle of chocolate. The fountain is still gushing pathetically. One of Naruto's feet leaves an impressive streak along the floor.]
Ano- are you okay? Did you hit your head?
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[ Once they're helped up, Jae-ha leans down to help Naruto back up, as well. The butlers, at least, don't seem too angry with them. If they are, they're very good at hiding it. They're focusing their attention on getting the scene cleaned up, and already, a new chocolate fountain is on its way over. They work fast.
Unfortunately, they don't give a rat's ass about Jae-ha and Naruto's state. ]
Ah, but I can think of ways the night could have ended worse! Considering the possibilities, this isn't so bad. I do feel bad for the people I borrowed this outfit from, though... Maybe I should just buy it...
[ He leans forward and checks Naruto for any injuries. ]
Eh? I'm fine. You picked the right guy to break your fall, at least. How's your head doing? [ Plus he doesn't seem that angry... ] Come on, let's... get out of here before they decide to kick us out.
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[Ah... he hadn't even thought of that. Oh well, at least he doesn't wear fancy clothes very often, so he won't have to pull it back out again. Should he maybe throw it out when he gets home? He's made a mess of his clothes before but never quite like this.
They fall into step with one another with relative ease as they head out of the ballroom- or rather, their intention to head out is the same, but Naruto finds he has to half skip to keep up. How tall is this guy? He's even bigger than Sasuke.]
Oh, where should we go? Maybe a bathroom?
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[ Good to know that he has a hard head though. Not that he’d ever abuse that knowledge, but y’know, good to know he’s nice and sturdy and robust.
As they step out of the ballroom and into the main hallway, however, it appears that Jae-ha is going to answer Naruto’s question with actions rather than words. He stops mid-pace. Before he finishes his question, Jae-ha is already peeling layers of clothes off, stripping without a care in the world. ]
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Naruto's mouth opens in confusion, question ready as they walk into the main hall and then thE GUY JUST STARTS STRIPPING????!!!
?????
!!!!!
His voice jumps an octave that only dogs can hear. Ah, the dulcet tones of sheer mortification.]
WHAT'RE YOU DOING'ATTEBAYO YOU CAN'T GET NAKED HERE!
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Eh? [ WHATS THE BIG DEAL ] But there's no one here, and I can feel chocolate in almost every crevice of my body! [ ITS REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE....... what's apparently not uncomfortable is sharing this bit of tmi.
Anyway, he steps out of his outer robe and begins to pull off his undergarments now. Except, instead of just Naruto losing his shit, there just so happens to be a group of five girls exiting the ballroom, and upon coming across this sight, proceed to scream in horror.
Not quite as high as Naruto's, but still impressive. ]
Huh? [ WHERE DID THESE PEOPLE COME FROM
Also congrats, they definitely think Naruto is a pervert now, too. ]
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[WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO HIM?! HE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!
The crowd around them gathers almost as quickly as they try and disperse. The screaming has Naruto's hands lifting right away- it's an attempt to shield their eyes from Jae-ha's decent into nudist life as much as it is to proclaim his own innocence. Neither are all that effective.
He snatches the nearest piece of fabric instead- it's a curtain, and rips the poor thing right off its rungs to throw the entire piece over the guy's head. There, chocolate ghost.]
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[ Definitely NOT. It's a good thing Naruto takes measures into his own hands, and before he can peel away the last layer of clothing, his world goes dark. He squirms around underneath his new ghostly outfit. ]
But now I can't see a thing! At least guide us somewhere we can get new clothes! [ It looks like the stripping dream has been filed away for later, at least. ]
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[The screaming doesn't stop- not from Naruto, and not from the group of girls still paralyzed by the sight. Naruto keeps his arms around the guy's own, an attempt to keep the curtain over him and by extension, to keep the perverted dessert from sight. Well... as much from sight as possible. It's not all that easy since he's a skinny giant who doesn't stop squirming. He leans forward, pushing the guy out the hall and around the corner. He has no idea where he's going.]
C'mon, this way this way.
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[ He doesn’t offer much resistance as he’s pushed along, however, though they probably walk right into some walls or corners on the way, Jae-ha crying out in pain whenever that happens.
And is he going to make it easy? Definitely not. ]
This man is kidnapping me! I feel so violated! [ He cries out, drawing even more attention.
This is so much fun, he really likes his new friend. ]
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The guy's shouting brings the attention of every poor soul that had thought they could hold a private conversation- party guests that were actually enjoying their evening. Instead Naruto is fighting a string bean in a dress.]
YOU TOLD ME TO TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE ELSE?!
[And that is the moment things go from bad to worse. Riled up beyond the point of spatial awareness, Naruto's foot slips in the chocolate he's still trailing all over the floor and together, the two of them go rolling down a flight of stairs and into the landing below.]
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I just wanted to have a fun time tonight!
[ Are the last words he says before they both go tumbling down the stairs, every pang of pain reaching his very core, and the ordeal seems to last forever. His yell is a confused, distressed, yet dwindling "AHHHH" before coming to a stop on the landing, once again breaking Naruto's fall.
Why is he always the one taking the fall.......
Anyway, he's not moving, and he's probably actually dead now. ]
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Perhaps literally?
In his defense Naruto hadn't intended to fall because who intends to fall?? That's a terrible decision. But there they are, subject to gravity and the dangers of creation confections. Jae-ha's curtain ends up who knows where and Naruto doesn't really have time to think about what clothes he is or isn't wearing because his life is flashing before his eyes. He wasn't expecting to need his weapon for something like this- consider him schooled. They reach the bottom in a heap- with Naruto the starfish to Jae-ha's unfortunate rock. There on the landing, neither one of them move.]
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When he finally comes to, he's so confused (and still distressed), and he doesn't understand why there's a weight pressing down on his aching body. And why his world is still dark despite his eyes being open (the fabric is still over his head).
In a panic, he scrambles to try and steady himself, to push that weight off of him and try to get up. What if he suffocates like this! What if, even though he hasn't died yet, this is how he dies? Immobile, trapped, and covered in chocolate...
In his desperation to make sense of the situation and get free, he grabs onto anything he can. Which, in this case, happens to be...
A firm, probably painful, grab between Naruto's legs, right in the ding dong. ]
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It's not even a nice hand, it's a mean hand that's grabbing his junk like it's some kind of safety railing for senior citizens. Naruto was screaming before- there isn't really a word for the noise he makes now. There is a word for the action that comes with it- and that action is grabbing a beautifully decorative vase and smashing it down on the source of the offending hand while trying to climb the wall backwards. Only one of those efforts is successful.]
WHAT THE HELL?!
why do you put up with me
There's blood, this time, too, though they should count themselves lucky that they probably have no major injuries. They've both got thick skulls and bodies too accustomed to taking hits, apparently.
After much struggle, he finally wiggles his way out of the suffocating pressure (he's let go of the ding dong by this point, btw), pulling the fabric from over his head and staring in confusion at his hand. He's got a bruise on his head, and possibly other limbs, but the sight of blood is... alarming. ] Why is my hand bleeding? [ Oh, and he remembers that he isn't alone, and looks over to where Naruto is laying. ] Ah... are you alive?
[ He's not a King, he doesn't know how to resurrect someone... ]
that is such a good question shakes magic 8 ball
He has to peel himself away slowly. His body is sore everywhere imaginable, no thanks to the vice-like grip on his dick, and he could maybe have accepted the pain if it wasn't for that last part. Naruto is no stranger to being beaten within an inch of his life, not just back home, but even in his time here in Caissa- he'd had a dragon fall on him the first few days he'd arrived. Still, all things considered...]
You're the worst'attebayo.
[skype sun]
He'd go over and help Naruto, but all of their interactions thus far have ended in pain. Maybe the universe has just dictated that they should never come in contact. ]
Ahaha... I don't suppose there's any way I can make it up to you. [ He'll at least take the blame for the stripping. AT LEAST. ]
[?????]
Guess he'll need a curtain too.
When his head swivels back to look at Jae-ha, his expression is creased with deep suspicion.]
You grabbed my thing.
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[ AH. Well that explains why whatever he grabbed seemed so squishy, though he figured he must have grabbed his stomach, or maybe his thigh.
He at least looks properly horrified, drawing back and practically walking backwards into the window they were going to strip of its curtains. Don't get those full of chocolate, too!! ]
Wait a minute, you have to know that was an accident! I didn't mean to grab your dick! [ he has no censor, too. And before Naruto gets any "eye for an eye" ideas: ]
You can't grab mine back for revenge!
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