02 - Dictated/Action | From the place where the god of death dwells

[stainedglassreflections]

[ Sion wasn't in his room - really, he had a more interesting place to be. That library had so much information in it. And the journals-

So when he found himself sitting outside with his journal open (to a long ago entry, even), pen and a completely normal notebook in hand, that was a bit of a surprise.

Judging by current entries - and the noise that he was hearing even without it (What made that? He's going to have to find out soon.)- he was lucky to find that his room was in the same place.

On the other hand. ]

"Stained Glass Reflections"? That's a bit rude. I don't have any stained glass.

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dictated;

[freeslider]

Why would that be rude?

Dictated forever-

[stainedglassreflections]

[ Its hard to come up with a reason other than 'when I see the voice in my head, it comes with stained glass everywhere'.

But he comes up with one easily enough - the fact he can't get rid of it on one wall gives him the idea. ]

Usually, stained glass - when they have people in the image - are historical figures? I don't like the idea I'm implied to be a reflection of one.

[ ... Really doesn't like the idea. ]

forever <3

[freeslider]

[Wade doesn't get it]

What, were named after somebody important in your world or something?

[stainedglassreflections]

[ Give him a moment- ]

Documents suggest I look a great deal like the first king of Roland. I can't decide if its a good or bad thing.

[ Its a bad thing. Honest- ]

[freeslider]

You're...related to him?

[Otherwise it would be a rather interesting coincidence]

[stainedglassreflections]

According to Lucile, I've at least some of the bloodline.

[ That's actually a very good question. Was his father's bloodline that of the first? Not that it really mattered, anymore. ]

[freeslider]

So that would make you some kind of nobility. [Verbal chin-hansing]

[stainedglassreflections]

Not quite. While my father was a prominent one, my mother was... a married commoner.

[ Yeah that's about as bad as it sounds. Its easy to say that - it was what he told Ferris, after all. And very true, if a bit vague. ... and no longer quite accurate. ]

[freeslider]

[She see a reason to judge Sion for his father's actions, as regrettable as they might seen.]

I see. But still, it's in your blood. The nobility, I mean...not...that..

Why would it be bad to look like a king, though? Unless he was famous for something? [Question of what that might]

[stainedglassreflections]

I'm aware. I don't think we've known each other long enough to start with insults.

[ But evidently long enough he can half flirt. Sion, no, stop- ]

The first, Asruld? I'm not terribly sure what he was famous for.

[ He knows what the Mad Hero is about, but they aren't... quite. one and the same. ]

The previous one, however... his actions might be a bit more on the people's minds when one hears 'king', and his are not particularly... something I would like to be compared with.

[freeslider]

Mmm. I guess I can understand that. It can be hard to live in someone else's shadow. All you can really do is live your life in a way that proves you're different.

[stainedglassreflections]

Very well put. And very true.

[freeslider]

So where is your new room?

[stainedglassreflections]

Mine didn't actually move.

[ Its how he knew this one was his. He knocked, then opened the door and found his room. ]

I suppose being on the third floor in the first place saved me from being shuffled about?

[freeslider]

Hm. Maybe. My room used to be in one of the towers, but...

[stainedglassreflections]

Well, do you want help?

[ Sion hums. ]

Really, all I did was look for something familiar, or just knock and open random doors.

[freeslider]

Well, I helped you find yours last time. Might be good to try something different.

[stainedglassreflections]

Do you want to start with the bottom, or the top?

[freeslider]

Hm...

Top. Going down stairs is always easier.

[stainedglassreflections]

True enough. I'll meet you there.

[ Or he would meet her at the level where names on doors stopped, at least. ]

[freeslider]

Sure. See you there.

[It takes her a few minutes to figure out where that actually is. If she's embarrassed at all by being caught out wearing blue flannel pyjamas, she shows no sign]

[stainedglassreflections]

[ Why would that be embarrassing? Underwear was embarrassing.

Sion is, however, fully dressed. Either he spent time to make sure he looked neat, or he hadn't been sleeping. ]

Time to look for something vaguely familiar to you.

[freeslider]

Assuming I know it when I see it.

[stainedglassreflections]

We can start with "knock and open" first, if you like.

[freeslider]

[She smiles] I suppose people wouldn't really blame me if I guessed wrong, since we're all in the same boat right now.

[A couple floors of searching later, however, and Wade finally pauses in front of a door that read 'Free Slider']

Oh, no way...

[stainedglassreflections]

Something you recognize?

[ There's a lot of very interesting ones they've passed, so he stares at this one and... nope, can't make much sense of it. ]

[freeslider]

I think so. Let me just...

[A furtive knock and a peek inside later...]

Yep, this is me all right. Cute.

[stainedglassreflections]

So a point for 'something recognizable', for those who shifted.

[ He leans over to peek in - far enough away that his nose won't get smashed if she slams the door shut. ]

[freeslider]

[She not too fussy about it. She hasn't bothered to personalize the room much. She hasn't quite accepted all this as a long term thing yet.]

Yeah. 'Slider' is what my friends and I call each other.