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[swordofswans]

Characters: Siegfried and anyone who would care to join him
Location: The Plaza, the park... Perhaps various other places generally around the city? He's not exactly staying still.
Time: Afternoon, perhaps a bit into the evening
Style: Anything works~
Status: Open

[For all his shivering and the water still dripping from his finery, the prince

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[singsforsouls]

[ Funny clothes, white hair -- a few things about this boy are a little too beyond normal to keep Naoya from pausing, glancing over him with a closed expression. Could he be a demon of some sort? He had seen plenty that looked almost human, and it paid to be wary. ]

[swordofswans]

[Siegfried catches the glance and returns it quietly; hesitant for himself, but revealing a startlingly intense curiosity. He inclines his head cordially, his expression carefully neutral.]

Good day.

[There isn't any way to tell what anything is, and while he does not suspect demons, he knows of things just as foul.]

[singsforsouls]

[ The demon spoke to you!

Will you respond?
> Yes
> No

...

Naoya tends to always pick yes, though he has to consider it for a moment. ]

Hello.

[ The other boy is wet, so perhaps he is new? Naoya will wait and see. ]

[swordofswans]

[His own line of questioning involves a good deal less hesitation. He has not wasted his time alone, after all, and he resolved the matter of what question to ask quickly. Of course, he might have imagined the circumstances he would be asking them under to involve some swift swordplay and determination. So, at least the chance for polite conversation pleases him. He straightens regally.]

Tell me... do you know much of this place?

[singsforsouls]

Only what I have been told in the past day.

[ Naoya is rather pleased with the lack of violence he has experienced so far himself, though he has not been able to trust it yet. ]

[swordofswans]

...Ah. So you have come recently, as well.

[Not as recently as himself, of course, as the still-drying water on the prince's clothes makes clear. Still, he cannot avoid being disappointed.]

Would you mind sharing what you have learned in the past day, perhaps?

[singsforsouls]

We are trapped. Most all items you need to survive or be comfortable are given to us for free by the natives. They will not answer any questions as to the nature of this place. People appear and disappear without warning or explanation.

[ It is not much, but he gives it freely. ]

[swordofswans]

[He withholds any reply at first, though several come to mind at once. None of them pleasant, not by any means.]

So, this is to be our prison? I will not allow that. I have no wish to simply survive, even comfort is a small matter to me... I want only to return home.

[singsforsouls]

You are not alone in that.

[ Naoya, too, wants to stay as little as possible, however many people have told him that there is no escape. ]

[swordofswans]

I would imagine not.

[His reply is coolly regal, but the distance is not directed at Naoya. The prince cannot stop his anger from becoming more noticeable, however.]

It is foolish of them to think that so many will be kept...

[Especially once he learns who they are. He is not a violent person, but he hardly intends to take this silently.]

[singsforsouls]

Some seem to have been here for a long time.

[ It is not a discouragement, just simply giving him more information. Naoya has no intentions on staying himself if he can at all help it. ]

[swordofswans]

[He glances up suddenly, but it's hard to say whether that motion or something within him causes his eyes to flash. His words are solemn, having the air of a proclamation.]

That is... unfortunate. But it does not change what must be done, does it?

[singsforsouls]

No, but first we must find who is responsible and why we are here in the first place.

[swordofswans]

I have no doubt that we will. [Even though it worries him a great deal... If need be, he will rescue everyone here himself.]

[singsforsouls]

[ Naoya is of a similar mind. He is far too used to people relying on him, at this point. ]

I am Naoya.

[swordofswans]

Ah...

[Such an ordinary thing, introductions. He had all but forgotten.]

I am Prince Siegfried. It is a pleasure to meet you.