paradisalost | First Injection - Cast Down from Heaven

[There's a sharp rustle of wings, like a startled bird getting its bearings in a wind storm]

Well, it seems I underestimated that wolf and his little priest boy.

[His voice sounds amused, the sound of wings stilling and the clack of shoes echoing instead]

A room is it? Very sweet of you, little Shima boy. Ineffective, but cute. I suppose this is all you are capable of. A wonder little Kikuo has such an attachment to you. But still, I suppose taking a bit to let you rest will not do anything but prolong our entertainment.

[More clacking oh shoes, a soft mutter]

Now, where is the weak spot...?

[He finds the door and wanders out, the journal tucked into his doctor's gi, his red tall geta the source of the clacking noise and practically glowing in the natural light in the halls as he wanders, searching, seeking.

Well look at that Paradisa. It is a twelve-winged angel walking your halls. Times have just gotten stranger.]

[ooc: Open over the journals and in person! Come and bother the newest resident ~]

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_{[He cannot see her nod, or even what she looks like. She smells feminine, sounded it when she first spoke, so that is all he has to go on, but it hardly bothers him.]}

Are you another resident?

[ Guinevere's starting to realize something is amiss! After a moment she walks over and reaches out to take his hand. Hello there, mister! I'm here. Instead of a direct answer, all he gets is ]

Ah..

_{[Well, colored him surprised when she takes his hand. It was certainly not what he was expecting, though he did not turn away from the touch.]}

Am I so intimidating?

_{[He offers another kind smile.]}

[ In response to that, she just gives his hand a little squeeze. He can't see her, she can't talk to him. What an interesting meeting this is ]

_{[The squeeze reassures him that he has not scared her witless, but the previous lack of words.... ah. He saw it now. Mute.

He could probably fix that. Heavens, he would love to try and fix that. He had sewn Benio back together, had he not? Surely he could create sound where before there was none. Inwardly, he thrilled at the prospect, but he let none of that show outwardly.]}

I see. You are denied the power of speech.

[ No way! No playing with her voice, you crazy little thing you. She tilts her head a little and nods again despite him being unable to see it ]

Ah.

_{[Well, this was a bit of an impass, wasn't it? He could get no useful information from this one, which made her basically useless to him. But he couldn't risk being to rude, not in this new place.]}

Perhaps you can take me to someone who can answer my questions?

[ She'll give his hand a little tug before proceeding to lead him in the opposite direction. She could take him to Lancelot ~~or to her pretty friend Benten~~, perhaps he could explain things ]

_{[He follows along placid, though heaven forbid she taken him to Benten, that could end in complete and total disaster.]}

First Injection - Cast Down from Heaven

One has to wonder if that is historically accurate

Let's ask Arthur. >3

Oh ho ho ~ Arthur you naughty boy ~

That's why he's the king.

Oh you naughty boy, Arthur, you ~

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