[ When they reach the garden, Clementine will notice that now the entire thing is wild and unruly. Instead of something neatly maintained, it looks as if no one has ever tried to tend to it ever in their life. ]
Is that how this is supposed to look like, Clementine?
[ Somehow, Jeanne doesn't think so.
Sure hope the dino is still keeping that being occupied while they're checking out this garden. Also, I looked up what royal stewards wear and i guess it really is fancy. Imagine that going though a few tree beatings and narrowly being crushed by a carriage.
[ As they move deeper into the garden, there will be a moment where the scenery flashes and, for a second, turns into what looks like a classroom. It's immediately back to the garden.
[ They will eventually reach a spot that is incredibly thick with plants, to the point where they will have to squeeze through. But, if they look on the ground, they'll see white lines drawn on the floor and leading through that spot. ]
... I think this may be some kind of illusionary world. Or we're to be shown one.
[ It's one or the other.
Jeanne points at the white lines, though. ]
This may be a trap, but it's our only real direction. If you could, please wait for me to give the clear before climbing through. It's better if only one of us incapacitated instead of both of us.
[ And Jeanne is already the more injured one, so. ]
[ Into the path! It'll be slow moving for them, with so much in the way, and they'll probably end up scratched by branches and any thorns that are in the way.
If they're looking at the line, they'll notice that instead of being just complete straight, it sort of twists and zig zags around while still going in the same direction, almost like whatever made it was creating some type of pattern. ]
anyway, cool, cool, cool. lets get cut up by thorns together. too bad she's wearing jester clothes and not her nice safe denim... she's also just following jeanne until there's a reason to stop - trying to keep checking any opening there might be because gun. ]
But it will eventually come to a stop--at a clearing. The king is there, arms crossed, and they're staring up at the sky. They glance at the two of them when they get out of the all the plants. ]
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I don't know what else to do for her. I'm really not cut out for this shit.
[ but maybe jeanne can. do something. who knows. better to head that way now while they have time. don't die, dinosaur!! ]
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[ In theory. ]
Please lead the way.
[ Since Clem was the one who saw them last. To the gardens!!! ]
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She seems really bored of everything. I don't know how the fuck to entertain her.
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It's fine. ]
When the nobles talked of the king, it seemed she changed her mind often. We'll need to see what can catch her interest.
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If you can come up with something, be my guest.
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[ Somehow, Jeanne doesn't think so.
Sure hope the dino is still keeping that being occupied while they're checking out this garden. Also, I looked up what royal stewards wear and i guess it really is fancy. Imagine that going though a few tree beatings and narrowly being crushed by a carriage.
The hat is still miraculously on and untouched.]
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[ and where did the king go... ]
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Still no sign of the king though. ]
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[ Bad! ]
A classroom? When I was hunting earlier, there was a fog and for a moment, I thought I could see a city.
[ Time to go deeper into the gardens??? ]
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Is that - a hint, you think? Like that we're supposed to go somewhere else?
[ where even would a city be relative to a castle. she does not think that's it, she's just floating ideas. ]
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[ It's one or the other.
Jeanne points at the white lines, though. ]
This may be a trap, but it's our only real direction. If you could, please wait for me to give the clear before climbing through. It's better if only one of us incapacitated instead of both of us.
[ And Jeanne is already the more injured one, so. ]
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I can go first. I have a gun. That's better for clearing the way if there's something dangerous there. If you're hurt, you should stay back.
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[ After a beat: ]
If you insist on going at the same time, let me go first.
[ That's her compromise. ]
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[ clem... will accept this compromise, but only because jeanne seems like the stubborn type and she doesn't want to waste time.
so with her gun drawn, she will follow jeanne along the white line! ]
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Into the plants! Following the white line! ]
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If they're looking at the line, they'll notice that instead of being just complete straight, it sort of twists and zig zags around while still going in the same direction, almost like whatever made it was creating some type of pattern. ]
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But Jeanne endures! Even if these thorns cut her up. Following the white line until it stops probably or something makes them stop. ]
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anyway, cool, cool, cool. lets get cut up by thorns together. too bad she's wearing jester clothes and not her nice safe denim... she's also just following jeanne until there's a reason to stop - trying to keep checking any opening there might be because gun. ]
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But it will eventually come to a stop--at a clearing. The king is there, arms crossed, and they're staring up at the sky. They glance at the two of them when they get out of the all the plants. ]
There you are.
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Hello, Your Majesty. How may we assist you today?
[ She is. Pretty sure this is the king at least. ]
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Yeah, now we're both here for, uh. Whatever you want.
Also there's a monster wrecking shit in your forest? Not sure if you knew.
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[ She seems, uh, excited about that, like it's the best thing she could have been told. ]
Finally! Something extraordinary.
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[ From what she's been told of the king by others, this reaction doesn't surprise her too much, but that doesn't bode well.
A king who only wants to be entertained is not a good king at all. ]
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