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[ Today, Emil is wandering around the castle, a bit more lost than usual. Which is weird, because there is nothing covering his eyes, and he can see. Very weird, really. ]

Halua...? Where are you?

[ Honestly, he seems more nervous than anything else. Like someone who isn't supposed to be here. ]

Is anyone here?

{ ooc; well, this is new. and strange. surprise, it's a loss, info here! }

Comments

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[whitecovered]

It is a possibility, given where we are.

[you are bad at reassuring people about this, weiss.]

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[siebter]

But...that's awful!

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[whitecovered]

Perhaps they will be restored to you after you leave.

[no sadfacing Emil, he is not good at resisting the Emil Sadface (tm)]

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[siebter]

Do you really think so?

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[whitecovered]

I do. Such is the case with a few of the other residents.

[Or until this (what must be a) loss is over.]

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[siebter]

I hope so...

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[whitecovered]

Until then, I suggest that you make the most of your stay here.

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[siebter]

How?

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[whitecovered]

More of your friends should be wandering about; perhaps you should meet them. Though that will have to be put on hold for your sister. Was anyone else with you?

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[siebter]

No, I don't think there was.

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[whitecovered]

Who takes care of you two then?

[Well, less "take care" and more "research".]

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[siebter]

The scientists do.

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[whitecovered]

Ah...

[Who else?]

Do they leave you to your own devices at all?

[Admittedly, he's a tiny bit curious about Emil's past, as bad as it was.]

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[siebter]

Only sometimes...

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[whitecovered]

And what do you do then?

[He's guessing that even a thousand years ago, he still liked music.]

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[siebter]

I usually stay with my sister. I play the piano, too.

[ He'd be right. ]

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[whitecovered]

And these scientists allow you to do such things.

[Which is a bit strange. But hey, he's not complaining.]

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[siebter]

I guess...as long as we do what they want.

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[whitecovered]

[Hrm. A kind of pseudo-freedom. Done with this line of questioning.]

...What kind of person is your sister?

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[siebter]

She's really nice! I wish you could meet her too...

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[whitecovered]

[hopefully with less skeletons]

Perhaps we will one day.

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[siebter]

Maybe she'll come here too!

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[whitecovered]

...Speaking of which, do you even know where 'here' is?

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[siebter]

...not really.

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[whitecovered]

Ahem. We are in Paradisa, a castle situated in another world. Arrival and departure seems to be controlled by the whims of the castle itself, and it will grant you any material item you wish for. Furthermore, each and every resident receives a room to stay in as well as a journal.

[Which is what he supposes Emil woke up in.]