Note: please be as cryptic as possible regarding any specific actions your character takes when discussing them in the game channel to avoid influencing everyone else!
[Well, you said she examined the door, not that she tried to open it?
Anyway GASP, it works and she goes in!!
When her eyes get used to the change from complete darkness to the dim light in this room, she can realize that she's now inside a house. There are three children sitting on the floor, looking excitedly at an old man who's sitting on a chair. It’s warm and it smells like someone who knows what they're doing is baking something. The children are a blond boy, a blond girl and a black-haired boy.
The blond boy, a child version of Sol, turns around to look at you, and glances at the other two as if to ask them what to do about you. But they are too interested in the old man’s stories to pay attention, so he gives up and stands up to greet you on his own.]
Who are you? Did you come to hear my grandfather’s stories too?
[The grandfather begins his story again: “Bercouli and the Northern White Dragon.”
Of all the founders of Rulid, Bercouli was the most skilled with the sword, and he served as the first chief guard of the village. He lived there three hundred years ago, a number of stories about his exploits had been passed down and inflated in the telling. This was one of the most fantastical tales about his exploits.
One midsummer day, Bercouli saw a large transparent stone rising and sinking in the Rul River. He fished out the object and was mystified to learn that it was a hunk of ice. Bercouli followed the river upstream until he reached the End Mountains, the very boundary of the human realm, where the river narrowed down until it met the mouth of a massive cave.
Bercouli made his way inside, pushing against the freezing winds that blew out of the cave, and, after braving many dangers, he arrived at the great chamber in the very deepest part. In it, he found an enormous white dragon, which was said to protect all the borders of the human world. When he saw that the beast was sleeping atop an immeasurable mountain of treasure, Bercouli boldly snuck forward and chose a single beautiful sword from the pile: the Blue Rose sword. He carefully picked up the sword so as not to wake the dragon and was about to scamper off for safety when blue roses grew around his feet and locked them in place. He fell over on the spot, and the dragon woke up...
Kirito and the girl look very interested because Eugeo's grandfather is good at storytelling, unlike a certain writer we know ha ha ha sorry, I can never pass up a chance to throw shade on this guy.
Anyway, tiny Eugeo is pretty much distracted and watching her reaction to the story. He's trying not to make it obvious, but he totally is.]
[well she is paying attention to the story, even more so once she realizes that's the exact place they were just a few moments ago and also... the dragon???
[Eugeo's grandfather realizes her interest (and his grandson's too), and continues the story.
He retells a fight of epic proportions in great detail and with artistry. In the end, the dragon pardons Bercouli and lets him leave with his life, but not with the sword.]
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I'll stay around. I might be able to find something to fight off the cold back where the dragon is.
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...Be careful in there.
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I will.
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[holds out the makeshift light to him]
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[gives him a tiny wave before heading in]
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but... she literally only has one key she can try to use here so... trying that?]
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Anyway GASP, it works and she goes in!!
When her eyes get used to the change from complete darkness to the dim light in this room, she can realize that she's now inside a house. There are three children sitting on the floor, looking excitedly at an old man who's sitting on a chair. It’s warm and it smells like someone who knows what they're doing is baking something. The children are a blond boy, a blond girl and a black-haired boy.
The blond boy, a child version of Sol, turns around to look at you, and glances at the other two as if to ask them what to do about you. But they are too interested in the old man’s stories to pay attention, so he gives up and stands up to greet you on his own.]
Who are you? Did you come to hear my grandfather’s stories too?
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... My name is Yuuki.
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I'm Eugeo.
[he tilts his head]
If you're not here for that, then do you want to talk to my parents...?
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I'm... looking for a sword. I think?
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Then you're here to hear grandpa's story!
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Is that so...?
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Do you want to sit on a chair?
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[is this really okay, tho???]
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Grandpa, can you start again? She wants to hear Bercouli's story too!
[The other boy and the girl look back at her even as Eugeo's grandfather nods kindly. The girl seems curious, and the boy... is obviously Kirito.]
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[bows profusely before sitting down ... next to Eugeo. also setting her borrowed sword on the floor
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Of all the founders of Rulid, Bercouli was the most skilled with the sword, and he served as the first chief guard of the village. He lived there three hundred years ago, a number of stories about his exploits had been passed down and inflated in the telling. This was one of the most fantastical tales about his exploits.
One midsummer day, Bercouli saw a large transparent stone rising and sinking in the Rul River. He fished out the object and was mystified to learn that it was a hunk of ice. Bercouli followed the river upstream until he reached the End Mountains, the very boundary of the human realm, where the river narrowed down until it met the mouth of a massive cave.
Bercouli made his way inside, pushing against the freezing winds that blew out of the cave, and, after braving many dangers, he arrived at the great chamber in the very deepest part. In it, he found an enormous white dragon, which was said to protect all the borders of the human world. When he saw that the beast was sleeping atop an immeasurable mountain of treasure, Bercouli boldly snuck forward and chose a single beautiful sword from the pile: the Blue Rose sword. He carefully picked up the sword so as not to wake the dragon and was about to scamper off for safety when blue roses grew around his feet and locked them in place. He fell over on the spot, and the dragon woke up...
Kirito and the girl look very interested because Eugeo's grandfather is good at storytelling, unlike a certain writer we know ha ha ha sorry, I can never pass up a chance to throw shade on this guy.
Anyway, tiny Eugeo is pretty much distracted and watching her reaction to the story. He's trying not to make it obvious, but he totally is.]
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she's expectant, waiting for the next part]
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He retells a fight of epic proportions in great detail and with artistry. In the end, the dragon pardons Bercouli and lets him leave with his life, but not with the sword.]
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