general murdergame catch-all!!

[finalsay]

[You wake up in the cold room of a beautiful, opulent castle. Despite it's beauty, the bed that your in is uncomfortable, perhaps even left you a little stiff as you awaken. You'll find that there are many others like you, if you step outside of your quarters. You might even be tempted to sneak a look out of the window to your room, only for the guards stationed there to raise their weapons in warning.

It would seem that escape is not exactly possible from this place you've awoken from.

Some of you might recognize the castle who's walls you inhabit, but even knowing that much isn't going to be enough to save you from what's to come. Of the game afoot, and the shrill and haughty tone of your game mistress.

May as well get used to your new life. Seems you're going to be stuck here for quite a while.]

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[painfell]

[Ugh. Well, that was some of the worst sleep Griss has ever gotten and he wasn't even allowed a proper bed for years as a kid. Oh well, might as well see what's going... on... here...?

Huh. Well, this is new.

The castle's interior looks kinda familiar even though he never stayed in a room this nice, but why would he have stayed in Elusia Castle? That doesn't make any sense and the more he thinks about it, the more agitated Griss becomes. Where's Zephia? The other Hounds? Lord Sombron?

So he ventures toward the door pausing and listening for a second. No sounds of a clash, no voices calling for his blood. The Divine Dragon's army could still be out there, so he pulls open the door and summons his tome.

Only one of those works, and the latter leaves him staring at his hand in confusion. It feels like a Silence spell, but when was it cast on him? Who the hell did that?

Regardless of his confusion, there are plenty of other equally confused individuals opening doors in the hallway and questioning each other. It sounds like none of them have any idea what happened, and none of them really look familiar. No Zephia, Marni, or Mauvier, anyway, and it's not like Griss cares about anyone else.

He makes his way through the confused shouting, looking for some familiar corridors that should lead to an exit... but nothing here looks familiar. It's not like he ever spent much time in the living quarters of the castle, he supposes...

There are guards blocking several other passageways, and several more doors are locked. Griss slams his shoulder into one and draws back with a half-annoyed, half-pleased wince.]

That's a no-go too, huh...

[kowtowcleave]

[Geeta isn't unused to waking up stiff; when one braves the wilds like she does on a near constant basis, they get used to comfort being a luxury. One that Geeta rarely affords anyone but her Pokemon, nowadays, but when she wakes, she positively aches. And yet...

Geeta doesn't recognize anything about this place. As she reaches for her Poke Balls, she realizes they aren't there, and she forces herself to close her eyes. Fidgets with the sleeve on her right hand--at least they had the basic decency to not rob her of everything, she notes inwardly, as if anything about this situation is a semblance of normal. She was once a Champion hopeful, she should at least act like it.

As the woman exits her room, her steps are careful and measured--she's used to these kind of walks, but there isn't any authority in it. No, if anything it's almost menacing, despite the calm look that Geeta keeps on her face as she looks everyone over. Talks to a few of them, as they try to find their bearings in this unusual place. But gathering around like that isn't for Geeta, not nowadays, and she elects to sneak away to properly size up the security of the building that they're in. As she walks around, one might be able to hear her talk...]

Guards stationed all about, practically no ground uncovered...well. Whoever has done this is thorough, indeed.

[It's through one of the doors that the guards actually let her through, that she enters what seems to be a large foyer--there doesn't seem to be too many people here, but what is interesting, is the large wall of information that seems to be plastered all over the wall--something Geeta is quick to waltz her way over to, like she owns the establishment, carefully eying the information on display.]

Name: "Lobera". | Illimitable.
Age: 34. | Species: Human. | Occupation: Traveling Pokemon Trainer.
Likes: Strength, battle, winning, competent trainers, her partners, her godson's cooking.
Dislikes: Losing, emptiness, being without purpose, Clavell, Professor Sada, Area Zero, keeping secrets.
Trivia: Lobera was once a Science Teacher for the Naranja Academy, but disappeared one day and took a new name.

...Well. Isn't this interesting? Now I wonder where they could have gotten this information.

[Geeta--or Lobera, as she calls herself, finds her gaze flicking over to the first person she spies nearby, and she walks with that collected yet calculating energy that she wants to exude, and she'll get his attention--]

Pardon me. Hello. What do you make of what they have written about us on these walls?