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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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[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.]

Of course, you may stay. Were I not certain, I would not have made the offer.

[well, if she wants to let a bunch of street urchins into your house, your choice, man.

he'll walk on in and start looking around at stuff. C:]

[he... tentatively follows Zelman inside, but he certainly doesn't go wandering. Not with the lady standing right there. Instead, he'll just loiter around uncertainly. Eyeing certain pieces of furniture and decoration of Rin's that he... maybe recognizes?]

[Rin politely stands by Galadriel. Galadriel is their host after all... and it's better to wait to be directed by her.]

[She looks down at Rin with a soft smile.] You may go where you wish, little one. [And in the meantime, she'll just shut the door and begin discretely locking away all the weapons she can find.]

[Zelman, on the other hand, will find the chair that looks the cushiest and take a seat in it. C:]

You have a lot of nice things here.

[...and he's observing Galadriel, of course.

He's seen fine things before (maybe not like this exactly, but something similar) and it can only hold his attention for a little bit. Instead, he watches the woman busy around child-proofing the place, eyeing the weapons with a distant sort of curiosity.]