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[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[Super formal, abruptly.] My name is Asano Rin, daughter of Asano Takoyoshi and Toki. My dad runs the Asano dojo! This guy is Zelman but he doesn't like his name, that other guy won't talk!

[Oh, thank you, Rin! Of course, she knows very well who you are, but it's hardly reassuring to have some strange woman randomly know your name.]

Well met, then. Rin. Zelman. My quiet young friend. [She gives a small nod to each in turn.]

Is there aught you would ask of me? I will answer as best I may. If not, might I ask if you have been given a place to stay?

Hey...! [he even knew she would do that this time and she still did it wrong! Galadriel needs to know this part:] I do like my name.

Is there a king in this castle?

[he was trying to think of his own question, but Zelman's is way better than anything he could think of. That's an important question! So, he'll just add onto it]

Yeah, who is in charge here?

[She's the caboose here, answering Galadriel's question:]

Nope! We don't got anybody watching us. He's oldest but I don't think he can do it. [Gesturing at Legato, and then looking at Zelman.] If you like your name, why don't you like it being told?

One might say that the castle governs itself. There are kings here, but as they have been separated from their people and their lands, they have no more authority than you or I.

[Here she turns to regard Rin.] Thank you, dear one. [It's an easy endearment with her and it rolls off her tongue.] No doubt, Zelman will tell you that there is a certain power in names. But as you have my own as well, I think it need not concern you overmuch. [A conspiratorial wink at Zelman. Is this helping at all?]

[Finally, she goes back to addressing the group as a whole.] You are welcome, then, to stay with me for a time, if you have no other arrangements. I realize, of course, that you have little reason to trust me over any other, so I am more than willing to offer whatever assurances you will require.

[...yes. he switches to looking just a little more pleased.]

I don't need to stay with anyone. I'm fine on my own.

[oh, that's handy. Zelman speaks what's going through his head, so he just nods to agree to it.]

[Rin, on the other hand, shoots them both a skeptical look.]

Oh yeah? Where are you supposed to sleep? On the couches down here? Dummies.

[Rin, you are clearly the logical one, here.]

I will not hover, if that is what you fear. I know well children your age are perfectly capable. But I would ensure your safety; not all here are as well meaning as I. [And she doesn't want some overenthusiastic vigilante thinking this is a great time to take out some threats.]

[not a dummy. B< glares at Rin a little.

...and then he looks at Legato. what do you think, man?]

[oh, he's looking at him now? Guess he should act like the oldest, then.

So, he levels an even look at Galadriel, trying to get over the awe and apprehension enough to really see. And think.

He certainly doesn't trust her. Beyond his natural distrusting tendencies, he doesn't even have the typical memories of a maternal figure that he can subconsciously compare her to.

He can't figure out a reason for her hospitality, especially when she claims it to be different than others. So...]

Why?

... Can we see where you wanna take us first? [Before they decide on anything.]

Why? [Hmm. It's more difficult to answer than it should be. How does one explain kindness without cause?] I would not see you harmed and it is no trouble to offer you my hospitality.

And I would be glad to show you. It is a reasonable enough request.

[...!] Yeah! Where is it?

[but he's looking on-board now! adventure time!]

[he doesn't look any less wary, but the other two seem interested in at least checking it out, so... he might as well go along for that at least.

His silence is his acknowledgement?]

... Yeah, well, let's go!

[Well, she knows Rin will like it at least. She rises to her feet.] My quarters are two floors above us; it will not take long to reach them.

[Can't have a naked kid wandering through the castle, though. That might cause problems. On the other hand, she doesn't want to freak them out by wishing for things without explaining first. So she'll just nab one of the blankets sitting on the couches and offers it to Legato.] We may find you something more suitable later, but I think this will suffice for the moment.

[...yeah, the pretty lady seems nice. ): that's good. he'll wait for everyone else.]

[he takes the blanket and hesitates before... pull it around himself?]

[Rin is already standing next to Galadriel raring to go. LET'S GO LET'S GO! Hurry up!]

[Alright, then! Let us go. She will trust them to follow her, glancing back every once in a while to make sure that they are still behind her.

Eventually, they will reach the room that Galadriel shares with Rin and she will hold the door open for the little trio.] A few adjustments will have to be made, of course, but I believe we would be comfortable enough.

[Inside, they will find a room that is a strange combination of Rin's tastes and Galadriel's. There's a couch, a small table and a few chairs, a harp in the corner- all manner of things you might expect to find in a living area- and two doors leading to two separate bedrooms.]

[Zelman... stays in the doorway. he looks at everything, that seemingly default expression of distant distrust on his face. this all looks so... expensive.]

You're really gonna let us stay here?

[...are you crazy?]

[yeah, he's hanging back with Zelman. both because it feels like he's trespassing or something... and because he's preoccupied with the haunting feeling that something about this seems very familiar]

Woah, it's beautiful!

[She likes it, of course - her tastes mature a little, but they don't do a complete one-eighty.]