ACTION: Murlberry Castle

[royalbum]

[So Belphegor has just arrived at his supposed home, and it doesn't look half bad, but where's the welcome ceremony

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[pimpsaw]

[--AND THEN THE WALL BEHIND YOU EXPLODES]

[There's no one besides the Locals to keep Saw in check now that Shooter is gone, so the castle's been through some constant "renovations" lately. At least the other residents can wish for the castle to repair itself when needed.]

[Dust and rubble from the ruined wall settles, revealing the culprit- a demon-like girl clutching an oversized sword with a serrated edge. She shoots an uninterested glance at Belphegor before chopping through the next wall.]

[royalbum]

[Invisible eyebrows raise.

His next thought after "Oh." is, unsurprisingly, "That sword looks like fun."
He doesn't go after her (yet) as he usually would, standing more or less in the same place as he watches her pass through, though the urge is strong. That sword really, really looks like fun.]

[pimpsaw]

[Good luck if you plan on "borrowing" it, she never puts it down.]

[The loud crashes become distant rumbles as she progresses through the castle.]

[rivalheroics]

[You haven't gotten Jun's attention yet, but you did get the attention of his Dragonite, so now there's a large orange dragon poking it's head out from one of the rooms to look for the source of the echoing voice before it spots Belphegor. Oh. Hello there. o/]

[royalbum]

[He's seen stranger. Still, the orange dragon does look kind of cute in an odd kind of way, and it isn't like he has much better to do yet. He turns to stare at it, but doesn't move, waiting to see what will happen.

Can't help but wonder how it'd react if he threw something dangerous at it though. Not that he's intending on starting any trouble yet, its just force of habit.]

[rivalheroics]

[Dragonite would probably be mad if you threw something at it, but otherwise it doesn't seem like it's going to do anything at the moment other than give a Niiiiite~ as a greeting. A noise which does finally attract it's trainer.]

Huh? Is someone out there? [And now you have +1 blond kid looking out with the dragon who now spots you too.] Who are you?

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[Oh -- its just a kid. He grins.]

You don't know the prince?

(voice)

[knxght]

[ Because Break is so welcoming .... So he's sitting in his room, he has been for the whole day.

And he hears the echoing voice-- he had been anticipating new arrivals and when they finally started flooding in, he made sure to keep an eye on them. ]

'Prince', you say? I'm afraid the princess is out and the king is busy.

[ feel free to scope out for his room.... but hey, at least he's helping you get used to your seal! ]

(voice)

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[He startles a little at the sudden voice coming from the seal. He wasn't expecting that -- but he'll never admit it, of course. The mention of royalty intrigues him - there is a king!...and a princess!]

Ushishi~ That can't be. The king ought to have time to spare now that the prince is here, after all.

[Then it kind of registers that he is talking to an actual person, and then he is irritated for a fleeting moment that this strange voice didn't bother to come down, and then it morphs into curiosity. A lot of it.]

Say, who are you?

(voice)

[knxght]

[ Break is pretty intrigued by him-- his attitude, his answers, his language. Maybe he'll have to go down to meet him anyway. ]

My name is Xerxes Break. It's nice to meet you. [ Break is in a pretty good mood! He quickly assumes the voice on the other end got a quick hold of the seal. ]

(voice)

[royalbum]

[Xerxes Break~ That's a pretty fancy name! It has two Xs. Kinda like Boss~ ]

Ushi~ but you haven't actually met the prince yet, have you?

[A brief pause, and then Belphegor remembers his manners. What sort of prince doesn't have manners, after all~ He's only rude on occasion!]

Belphegor. Though Your Royal Highness works perfectly fine, too, ushishi~

[creme_master]

[Francis is well... Francis. Nosy and excessively animated and a little confused that a man is down in the lobby of his new home boasting to be a prince. God. Royalty. Since he has very little to do here as of yet except for causing trouble he makes his way over to the banister, and yes Prince, he's doing a good job of looking like nobility. French bastard is still a bastard.]

A welcome party? Mon cher, we are simply all out of confetti and balloons in this castle. Are you sure you're in the right place?

[royalbum]

[Bel wears a signature toothy grin at the sight of this man with an accent]

Right place? Of course. The prince is never wrong.
[A brief pause, as the smile falters, then comes back full force]
Is there cake, then?

His inner reasoning is 9 years old. :T

[creme_master]

[He gives an ironic sort of grin at that, leaning against the banister] Oh trust me, the prince and his family have every opportunity to be wrong.

However, my enthusiastic and supposed housemate, you are correct.
[Yep, the cake comment just helped readjust his thought of this being a man. A boy, perhaps. Teenaged.

Oh how he liked the feisty nubile ones.]

Cake? Ah. You can wish for cake and perhaps it would work?
[Not as if Francis hasn't stress-baked enough for this whole castle in a solid day and could probably share... But ever since that whole Revolution thing Fran and royalty haven't gotten along so well and he doesn't wanna.]

Well, you have a sandbox friend now!!

[royalbum]

[He stops. Short. Then he smiles dangerously. You have reached a rather touchy subject with him, my friend. Consider yourself lucky you mentioned cake, and that you appear to be nobility yourself, which is why the prince is even bothering with you.]
His family was. So the prince made sure they weren't anymore. The prince is always right, you'll see~

[He tilts his head slightly at this, curiosity getting the better of him (again).] Oh? So if the prince wished for cake right now, it would appear?
[thoughtfully] That isn't too different than when I have servants.

THIS IS VERY LATE, I AM SORRY.

[awhitephantom]

[What the hell? And here she was hoping to find a good place without any sort of people. The moment she hears that, the woman in a white robe pipes her head up and immediately makes the point to get out of here; she's slow right now, so anyone can see her attempting to leave.]

this is late too sob idk, i thought I replied ages ago but no..???

[royalbum]

[He knows she's there, of course, even without turning his head, assassin's intuition kicking in. Without budging an inch from where he was standing, he giggles.]

Where are you going, madam?