WEEK 5: CYOA (CLEMENTINE, LUP, JEANNE, ALPHINAUD)

[retellers]

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[evocationary]

[ EXCUSE ]

... You... got lost. [ she does not take her hand off her sword. she glances back at alphinaud, totally unnerved. ] Answer my question, Sméagol, who or what are you?

[arcsplainist]

[ what the f- ]

... Yes, who?

[retellers]

[ She blinks, her expression turning confused. ]

Sma... ggle? [ Who. But her smile returns after that. ] I'm just one of the guests. I was searching for somewhere to freshen up... now, if you'd excuse me, I need to find the rest of my party.

[ She is just going to try to squeeze by them, don't mind her. ]

[evocationary]

Freshen up with - what, the piles of rancid meat, I --

[ well that's fine she's just going to like immediately zoom over to the side to make sure it doesn't touch her? nope nope nope

hissing at alphinaud: ] Should we just let it go?

[arcsplainist]

[ He'll answer that by immediately grabbing the girl's arm—formerly weirdass skittering creature or not—to tug her back, preventing her from leaving. ]

Not so fast. There was a barrier here you would have needed to move. Purposefully.

[retellers]

[ She just tilts her head, directing her attention at Alphinaud. ]

There was no barrier. Are you lying to me?

[evocationary]

[ she just goes ahead and pulls out her sword, waiting for alphinaud to answer. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ After pointedly glancing to the stone they had pushed aside minutes ago, Alphinaud narrows his eyes at her. ]

Do you not see where we are?

[retellers]

That's... a door?

[ Her smile is getting a little strained, but she will try one more time to get past them. ]

[evocationary]

No, I think you, uh. Need to stay down here, actually.

[ she shifts, standing like she's ready for a fight. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ There's a pause, then finally, Alphinaud lets go of his grip on her arm. ]

... No, she may leave. Ere you do, however, allow me one last question: does a "reset" mean aught to you?

[retellers]

[ Her smile vanishes for a second, but then it returns rather quickly as she addresses Alphinaud. ]

Hopefully it happens again. We can get so much information from it, if we just allow the king to do what they want.

[evocationary]

[ yeah okay just let the no face large head monster go free, that's fine. ]

We don't have any resets left, lady. [ her grip tightens on her sword. ] So we're, uh, we're not letting the king do what they want.

[arcsplainist]

[ What's he gonna do, fight her? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway. Alphinaud scowls. ]

And, pray tell, what will happen should a reset occur?

[retellers]

[ She shoots Lup an odd expression, like she isn't quite sure what she's saying, and then she looks at Alphinaud. ]

When what will occur? Sorry, I really need to get back to the others.

[evocationary]

[ lup just sighs, heavily, and puts her sword away.

fine, the monster lady can go. not her fault if the guests get eaten. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Well, that ended about how he expected it would. Alphinaud shakes his head. ]

My apologies for holding you up. You may leave.

[retellers]

[ There's another bright smile, and she's off, leaving them with...

Uh. Meat. It still stinks here. ]

[evocationary]

[ SIGH. ]

Well, that was creepy! Where are we going next? Because we really, uh, need to find the king, I assume.

Can we leave the horrible meat room.

[arcsplainist]

A moment, if you will.

[ Alphinaud is... okay, he doesn't want to do this and it shows, but—once again covering his face—he goes to hover by the doorway and look around the, uh, meat room.

What's inside? ... Besides meat. ]

[retellers]

[ Well, taking a closer look, he'll notice that there seems to also be... clothes? Like they were just stored away in here for safe keeping. Maybe this was meant to be a closet for storage and then just turned into meat heaven.

They all match, and are not era appropriate. ]

[evocationary]

[ she comes to investigate. reluctantly. ]

Wait, why are there clothes? Please tell me these aren't the clothes remaining after the meat was... like, harvested.

[ is the meat like, cuts of meat or is it just gross globs of unidentified meat, actually ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Yeah this is so nasty but he also... very hesitantly makes his way in... carefully tiptoeing around because god forbid he steps on anything squishy.

His expression twists. ]

Erm—you don't think any of this was... was someone, do you?

[retellers]

[ It's a mix of both. Some are just cuts, which are more neatly organized, and others can only be identified as meat from texture and smell. ]

[evocationary]

[ herugh ]

God, I hope not. Can we leave! Now! [ what if she just scoops up the clothes and takes some of them with her. why not. ]