[ He did invite her to go to the sleeping quarters with him. Partially because he didn't really explore much outside of the castle and that clocktower, partially for security.
Partially to keep himself from just... Going in? A part of him kept thinking back to that bastard's offer. Is it really that simple to get everything he wanted? He knew just one wish could change his life, but... He had to...
Another part of him kept reminding himself of an incident he had wanted to forget. Does he really want to make things harder on his conscience?
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't speak a single word to her on the way to their lodgings. He didn't lag behind or go ahead of her, just followed her like a weary mule until they arrived at a large... Mansion...?
His eyes widen as he looks up at the place. ] Woah... This is where we're staying?
[Her own mind is racing with the possibilities and the implications of such a bold offer.
A wish, with infinite potential. It seems ridiculous, but she needs to know more. She can neither blindly dismiss the offer, nor blindly trust it and risk throwing everything she's worked for down the drain. She barely pays attention to what her companion is doing, too lost in her own head. But she tries to keep an eye out anyway, idle as it is.
There's no telling what this... offer has induced in everyone. Edelgard's confusion and curiosity is tempered by her anger at being toyed with by yet another monster treating humanity like playthings.]
More extravagent than what you're used to, I take it?
[She looks over at him, a little saddened. Based on the wistfulness of how he's speaking, she gathers that he's likely from a far less wealthy background than her.]
One small benefit of this rather twisted game is that we all seem to be treated to the same level of luxury, regardless of status or class.
[She doesn't know if that's a silver lining, but it's something, so she offers it.]
[Well, she knows a nobleman who wears a high-tech suit of black armour with a skull mask forged by evil molepeople and kills people to satiate an endless well of bloodlust, but yeah, fair point.
She notices the discomfort and detects she might have struck a nerve. She might make an attempt to figure out the story behind that later. Or not. Perhaps she shouldn't get close, even to that extent. Regardless, she soldiers on wit a nod.]
The rooms themselves are on the second floor. They're signed with our names, but they don't lock, so I imagine we'll probably have to figure out some means of barricading them or creating a locking mechanism of some kind.
[She has to resist the urge to laugh. Which is rare for her, she's rather humourless, or at least she pretends to be.]
You were taken to a strange land, dropped into a luxurious mansion and a dinner party, told by a demonic smug prick that he'd grant your deepest wish in return for murdering one of the strangers you were kidnapped with – not to mention there was that whole spider debacle – and...
[ He presses his lips, nearly smiling as he shakes his head. ]
What else am I supposed to say to all of that? I mean... [ He hesitates... ] I don't know what to think. I don't want to die, but... It feels like I'm stuck in some crazy dream right now.
[ He doesn't know what to say. He really doesn't know how to explain. ]
[He wouldn't have lasted long in the dungeons, Edelgard can't help but feel disgusted at the thought that immediately pops into her head.
She ackowledges the fact that she's probably only so calm because of how ridiculously terrible her life has been, and the fact that being toyed with for the sake of an allpowerful manchild isn't necessarily a new experience for her. She decides she'll keep an eye on him.]
... A dream. Hmm. Perhaps. There is a strange twisted air of... almost serenity, I believe. Serenity and dread all at once.
I can't promise you that you'll survive. That's something that only you can promise yourself.
[There's a beat of silence after her extremely grim starter. Nonetheless, she continues.]
There's nothing particularly to say, I suppose. No words for it that I know, at least. Regardless, I imagine we'll speak in the morning. I know that it's hard to process but try to stay on guard all the same. Chaos and confusion are easily exploited by the opportunistic. That's the only advice I can offer you.
[She gestures toward the staircase with her head as they approach it, not taking her eyes off Norton.]
They're just up here. Your name is signed on Room 13, I'm three doors to the left. Room 10.
[Well, she's certainly not used to her impromptu monologues being met with a simple nod. At least he seems to have been listening.]
That's the idea, yes.
I am going to search the area again, to see if I can locate the keys so we can actually lock the doors at night. You are welcome to come with me or simply retire to your room for the night, I won't begrudge you that.
[In his defence, Edelgard isn't social either when it comes to anything but the most professional settings, in which case she tends to love the sound of her own voice. She just simply has no idea how to relate to other people in a casual setting. But she appreciates that he seems to be listening to her, all the same.]
Very well, then. Let's investigate. Setting up barricades to our doors might be a good idea even if we do find the keys.
[She leads him to her room, because it's the closest to the stairs, and opens the door. And immediately sees a shining golden key resting on her pillow.]
Well. Someone's been busy, it would seem.
[She shouldn't really be as annoyed as she is, but she sure is.]
[ Whelp. Today is supposed to be Zola's execution. That bastard said he didn't have to come, so like hell he's going to come!
Instead, he covers his ears to block out the pipes and tries to seek out other people he knows. A very risky move, as far as he's concerned, but so far Edelgard's been better at dealing with this than he has... And she did say he could visit her if he needed.
So good morning, Edelgaurd, someone's rapping on your door. ]
Miss Edelgaurd? It's me.
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WEEK 1, after the spider incident.
Partially to keep himself from just... Going in? A part of him kept thinking back to that bastard's offer. Is it really that simple to get everything he wanted? He knew just one wish could change his life, but... He had to...
Another part of him kept reminding himself of an incident he had wanted to forget. Does he really want to make things harder on his conscience?
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't speak a single word to her on the way to their lodgings. He didn't lag behind or go ahead of her, just followed her like a weary mule until they arrived at a large... Mansion...?
His eyes widen as he looks up at the place. ] Woah... This is where we're staying?
Re: WEEK 1, after the spider incident.
[Her own mind is racing with the possibilities and the implications of such a bold offer.
A wish, with infinite potential. It seems ridiculous, but she needs to know more. She can neither blindly dismiss the offer, nor blindly trust it and risk throwing everything she's worked for down the drain. She barely pays attention to what her companion is doing, too lost in her own head. But she tries to keep an eye out anyway, idle as it is.
There's no telling what this... offer has induced in everyone. Edelgard's confusion and curiosity is tempered by her anger at being toyed with by yet another monster treating humanity like playthings.]
More extravagent than what you're used to, I take it?
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I always wondered what it's like sleeping in a big place like this.
[ He dreamed of it, sometimes, but he never imagined he'd actually get the privilege. ]
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One small benefit of this rather twisted game is that we all seem to be treated to the same level of luxury, regardless of status or class.
[She doesn't know if that's a silver lining, but it's something, so she offers it.]
Shall we go inside?
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He doesn't seem to react to that first comment... Too much, that is. If she's observant she'll see a twinge of discomfort in his eyes. ]
Yeah. Let's go.
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She notices the discomfort and detects she might have struck a nerve. She might make an attempt to figure out the story behind that later. Or not. Perhaps she shouldn't get close, even to that extent. Regardless, she soldiers on wit a nod.]
The rooms themselves are on the second floor. They're signed with our names, but they don't lock, so I imagine we'll probably have to figure out some means of barricading them or creating a locking mechanism of some kind.
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They actually get to live here? This beautiful mansion?
He nods absently as she leads him onwards. ]
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How are you feeling?
[It's a bit of an obvious question, but it's a conversation starter, and she'd like to discuss this at least.]
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-- I'm fine!
[ ... Well. Maybe that's not the best word to describe anything. But it's the first thing that came out of his mouth. ]
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[She has to resist the urge to laugh. Which is rare for her, she's rather humourless, or at least she pretends to be.]
You were taken to a strange land, dropped into a luxurious mansion and a dinner party, told by a demonic smug prick that he'd grant your deepest wish in return for murdering one of the strangers you were kidnapped with – not to mention there was that whole spider debacle – and...
You're fine?
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What else am I supposed to say to all of that? I mean... [ He hesitates... ] I don't know what to think. I don't want to die, but... It feels like I'm stuck in some crazy dream right now.
[ He doesn't know what to say. He really doesn't know how to explain. ]
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She ackowledges the fact that she's probably only so calm because of how ridiculously terrible her life has been, and the fact that being toyed with for the sake of an allpowerful manchild isn't necessarily a new experience for her. She decides she'll keep an eye on him.]
... A dream. Hmm. Perhaps. There is a strange twisted air of... almost serenity, I believe. Serenity and dread all at once.
I can't promise you that you'll survive. That's something that only you can promise yourself.
[There's a beat of silence after her extremely grim starter. Nonetheless, she continues.]
There's nothing particularly to say, I suppose. No words for it that I know, at least. Regardless, I imagine we'll speak in the morning. I know that it's hard to process but try to stay on guard all the same. Chaos and confusion are easily exploited by the opportunistic. That's the only advice I can offer you.
[She gestures toward the staircase with her head as they approach it, not taking her eyes off Norton.]
They're just up here. Your name is signed on Room 13, I'm three doors to the left. Room 10.
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[ A sad reply to that grim starter before he goes silent as well...
This woman's got a good head on her shoulders. Pretty sensible, too, but can he fully trust her in a situation like this?
He just nods at her advice nonchalantly. ]
Right. So we won't be too far from each other if we need anything.
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That's the idea, yes.
I am going to search the area again, to see if I can locate the keys so we can actually lock the doors at night. You are welcome to come with me or simply retire to your room for the night, I won't begrudge you that.
[She will a little bit.]
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I'm fine either way. Besides, we may as well figure out some way to barricade the doors if we can't find keys.
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Very well, then. Let's investigate. Setting up barricades to our doors might be a good idea even if we do find the keys.
[She leads him to her room, because it's the closest to the stairs, and opens the door. And immediately sees a shining golden key resting on her pillow.]
Well. Someone's been busy, it would seem.
[She shouldn't really be as annoyed as she is, but she sure is.]
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Though he is a bit distracted by the interior. He didn't know what he'd expect, but it certainly wasn't anything this grand... ]
We're sleeping... Here?
[ Her announcement snaps him out of his awestruck daze and makes him look down. ]
Huh! He must have had someone put that there while we were talking to him.
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[She scratches her chin, humming in contemplation.]
Well. In that case, it seems likely that there's nothing keeping you from retiring to your room down the hall. If you need anything, I'm here.
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[ He gives her a nod as he heads out. ]
See you tomorrow.
Post trial 1, Sunday.
Instead, he covers his ears to block out the pipes and tries to seek out other people he knows. A very risky move, as far as he's concerned, but so far Edelgard's been better at dealing with this than he has... And she did say he could visit her if he needed.
So good morning, Edelgaurd, someone's rapping on your door. ]
Miss Edelgaurd? It's me.