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Cordelia hadn't been around much during the last days, she had been busy gardening, for the most part, but also exploring. However, something had odd. Ever since she had last slept, she had felt disoriented. Parts of the castle felt as if they were like a different castle, or areas she knew from the time before she had arrived in the castle.

And now, everything had changed around her, but for her eyes alone, as the side effect of Harth's spell made her relive some of her memories once again.

"No!" She yelled, at nobody in particular, standing in a corridor, her arms raised as if protecting herself. But from who? For any other denizen of the castle, the corridor was empty.

What Cordelia saw were soldiers. A dozen of them. Six of them had crossbows ready, aiming for her. Five others were standing slightly behind them, armed with halberds, all of them commanded by an officer with a plumed hat.

"You got it wrong, you got it all wrong!" Cordelia pleaded at the people only she could see, then staggered backwards, clawing at her dress, as if pulling out something that wasn't there.

'Kill the abomination' The officer shouted, and six of his men pulled the trigger of their weapons, shooting. Two of the bolts hit cordelia in her memory, oddly only causing her to stagger backwards slightly.

"Please, please, stop it!" She yelled again, sounding desperate, making a motion as if throwing aside something that wasn't even there.

Within the memory, bolt she had pulled out of her flesh clattered on the ground. The wound was already closing, the skin around the area boiling as if it was a vat of oil over a fire. The high-ranking soldier only sneered. 'Do not be decieved, men! What you see is not the woman she was. Show no mercy, take her out before she can fully recover!'
His voice showed anger, but also a hint of fear. His men obeyed, however. The five with halberds started to approach, while three of the crossbowmen began to reload their weapons. The other three reached for their swords.

"NO!" Cordelia shouted once again, and turned out to run. In her memory, she was running towards a river. Unfortunately, she was, in reality, in a castle. With walls.

Consequently, she ran right into one.

[OOC: See the event post! Some of her memories can be "shared" by touching her, so if anyone is up for this, this can happen~]

eldritch_princess

[Action/Prose both ok!]

I. EXPLORATION:

The massive, labyrinthine castle was just waiting for exploration, and on this day, Cordelia had decided to go a little further, leading her to this particular room.

Though calling it a 'room' didn't do it justice. In any other place, it'd be called a courtyard. Several fallen columns littered the floor of the massive room, shattered into massive blocks, overgrown with moss, but the main feature was a huge spiral staircase, right in the middle of the room.

Unfortunately, it had clearly been neglected for years, if not centuries. Entire sections were missing, which one would have to cross by jumping or other means, like the ivy growing in patches on the inner pillar the staircase spiraled around. But the most important part that had crumbled away was the bottom part - the beginning of the stairs was fourteen feet over the floor, as if a giant had just grabbed the masonry and spirited it away, requiring additional effort to even reach the stairs.

Of course, anyone who would reach the top would face a final challenge - from the ground, one could spot what appeared to be a drawbridge, which would lead from the platform in the middle of the room, on top of the staircase, to the only other exit from the room.

Unfortunately, the drawbridge wasn't lowered.

Far down on the floor, one could spot a woman (her dress had gotten a bit more practical, but it still looked a bit fancy, as she had completely failed to get something else, despite originally wanting to), looking around and, well, trying to figure out how to best get past this particular situation. Of course, doing so alone was a rather troublesome endeavour, but maybe there were others exploring, too...?

[OOC: I think this sets the scene up suitably for a few characters exploring the room? I'm happy to edit stuff if not.
Feel free to add to it, if it helps your character have fun. Maybe there are levers somewhere, or a shadow portal on top of the stairs? I'm absolutely open for stuff like that. Obviously, if the log goes somewhere, there could be other rooms for exploration? ]

II: Otherwise!
At another time, one could run into Cordelia in the main court yard near the commons. More precisely, behind a fallen column that shielded a particular section from view somewhat. It had recently collapsed - a couple days ago at most.

She was currently busy attending to...a few strawberry bushes? Those hadn't been here before, despite them clearly being fully grown. Come to think of it, there were a LOT of flowers behind the column - dozens of different flowers, including a few rather odd ones (had that small green one just caught a fly?)

She was currently busy with the work she was doing, which was examining the ground near the strawberry bush, and on occasion ripping out a flower, which went to a rather large compost heap, containing what looked like more strawberry bushes. Weird.

somekindahero

[Dean had spent the majority of the morning exploring alone. It wasn't really the brightest idea, but when he'd woken up that morning he hadn't really cared. He and Sam had been in close proximity for too long, without the breaks to the sleazy bars or one night stands or even splitting up on cases to give them a break from one another. Throw in the building tension between them as Dean's death clock ticked down and even being in the same room was beginning to get unbearable.

So he'd started out early and hadn't come back until his stomach was grumbling at him for ignoring it for so long. He'd managed to update the rough map he and Sam had been working on and now he was sitting in the common area staring at the gruel in his hands and trying his best to pretend it was a bacon cheeseburger.

It'd been almost a month since they'd been there. A month of no fried foods, no cable, no car, no sex, no way out. His time was ticking down and here he was in some freaking castle wasting it. He puts the bowl down and shakes his head before rubbing it roughly with his hands.] This place freakin' sucks.

foreshore

[ So it took her forever and a day to get out of her coffin, and another age to make her way to the living quarters. She isn't the hardiest soul, and hitting your head against rock as you fall out of a massive container isn't particularly good for you. However, now she's actually thinking properly and able to walk in a straight line, she's just pacing back and forth. ]

A mysterious, darkening castle... Strange people, and a clear sky. Never before have I been without the oracle! Hmm... No, this won't do at all! [ she stops and claps her hands together. A light puff of dust rises around her face, but she ignores it with sheer willpower! Yes! Tsuruhime's first order of business: find a bow! Don't mind her as she wanders determinedly from room to room. ]

dai

[His satchel secured around his torso and a piece of parchment in his hand, Malik Al-Sayf is wandering around just about everywhere that his feet can carry him at this given moment. Not one to be social, he has taken on the task of mapping out the known area on his own as knows his skills and knows that cartography is a talent that he holds. Whether a map had been given or not, he was not in possession of it and so he figured that one would eventually be needed as this place had be larger than it looked, had to hold more than what had been revealed to them thus far.

His process is tedious, it takes moments of sketching upon parchment when arriving in area for something rough, then counting paces to assure distances between walls, putting in staircases, counting the number of stairs it takes to ascend. It's a complicated process but he seems not only intent in exploring the place further to completely get his barrings but also on creating a solid map that perhaps can be replicated later.

Assistance is always appreciated but Malik is a sharp and rather severe figure, so it not always seems that way. Perhaps he seems a little too occupied in his work and simply needs a bit of interruption.]

stillshinigami

So he's taken to spending quite a bit at time in the common area of the residential chamber. Usually? Chilling out at the table or finding a nice little niche to settle in. Right then? He'd found a stone bench near a window that looked out onto the courtyard. On the opposite bench, a green-gray crate with numbers on it and a packing label. Someone got a package today. How? Probably a good question.

He'd gotten it the night before at the fountain while he was still restlessly awake. Didn't really take him long to figure out what had happen once he decided to throw a coin in and make a wish but he didn't think for a second that it would work. About two hours later? He asked again. Past midnight.

Now. It was late afternoon and he'd held off from indulging long enough. He settled onto the window seat, propped a leg up on the opposite stone ledge and plucked an apple from the crate of perfectly ripe fruit. Strawberries, mangoes, apricots, grapes, apples and pears. Perfect. He took a bite out of the apple, sighing contently.

So he'd lost his nerve for a spell. So those damn Shadows sapped a bit of his courage away. Didn't bother him so much right now. He'd just have this and enjoy his little birthday eating, drinking and being merry. Like you're supposed to do.

"Bottoms up." He said, drinking the last out of his flask before looking to the bottle to fill it back up.

[OOC: A window seat are common structures in castles. They look like this. Feel free to join Duo and have a drink, eat some good food, he's happy to share and plenty to go around. Also I may prefer prose but you can also respond in comment spam. I really don't care either way.]

modernholmes

[Shinichi cautiously follows the signs of disturbance in the castle's corridors. He still didn't have enough evidence to figure out this situation with any certainty. Obviously this was a kidnapping. But so far he had found nothing that hinted as to the identity of the culprits or the motive. Beyond the box he had found himself in upon waking there had been no sign of any attempts to control his movements.

He needed more information.

Eventually he enters the living area and nods to himself at the signs of inhabitance. As expected from what he had observed in the corridors. Someone had been using them recently to navigate this castle. This looked to be the source. Casting his eyes across the people in the room, he purposefully approaches a likely candidate.]

Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?

guiltapalooza

[Willow is on her knees in one of the open spaces of the makeshift dining room-- if it could even be called that-- frowning comically into a hollowed, blackened space used as a fire pit in the stone floor. She has a small fire going, mostly embers; that wasn't the problem. And there was a large, shiny stock pot propped on scavenged bits of metal above it, at an appropriate distance.

The problem was what to put in it. She has water in the pot, and a collection of various herb-looking things and a couple scattered, scraggly vegetable-looking things set out on the floor in front of her. She'd done enough exploring with Buffy in the past week or two to find some of the outdoor areas, and rustle up the things that looked like reasonable approximations of cooking ingredients.]

And then Willow poisoned everyone while trying to make soup, [she says to herself under her breath. No, better do an edibility-detecting spell. Was that even a thing? It was now, because she needed one.

She just needed to... do it. Yeah. She could do that. Willow continues to eye her set up, composing the spell in her mind.]

eldritch_princess

[Cordelia, a young women in her twenties, wearing a strange, fancy dress, was coughing, holding herself up with one hand holding onto a wall.

For a moment, she had thought they had finally caught her, had truly buried her alive. Not even that thing inside her had helped, it was subdued, far away. Somehow, the sarcophagus had broken due to her struggles - she didn't know why, and had been too confused to check, all she had wanted was getting away, away, away.

What was this place? It was huge, much bigger than the castle she had once called home. Much bigger than any castle she knew of. Earlier, she had seen something like a bedroom - it had been closed until she stepped near the statues, which had caused them to move on their own. It seemed suspicious; she hadn't lingered in there for long.

She had taken the strange device near one of the beds, however. She was confused and lost, but even then she noticed something this out of place. It must mean ...something...right?

Finally, she sat down in a small alcove, which hopefully should shield her from view if anyone was after her (the people that had put her into the sarcophagus, maybe?), where she tried to rest.

And, of course, there was also this strange device. Maybe figuring out what it did would give her a clue why she was here.

Again she coughed. Her body was only slowly getting used to its current state. Maybe she could open it...?

She could! Unfortunately, while doing so, she hit one of the buttons, causing it to test its ringtone. Whoops!

[OOC: A tad difficult to make the lost-and-confused intro post interactable, but I think the ringtone should work to show someone's hiding! I suppose she could also be encountered while walking and coughing on occasion. Her body's not used to being "powerless", so it's giving her some trouble on that front. ]

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