Irial ♥ 1

[gentle_cruelty]

 Who:  Irial gentle_cruelty   and _________
 Where:  Irial is sitting on top of cottage #15
 Style:  Whateverworks for you
 Status:  Open like faery wings!

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(OOC: WARNING : Before you interact with Irial, you might want to read/comment on his Permissions Post.)

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[prettyhazknight]

After visiting Draco, Mille had been heading back to his church when he saw a man with wings. Jumping to that roof, he smiled at the other man in greeting. How nice to see someone looking so baffled here.

"Hello there. Your look of confusion says you're new."

And cute. Definitely a bonus.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial slowly glanced up from his crouched position, eyes panning up legs, hips, torso, until he was peering up at what appeared to be a pretty woman's face, except said person didn't smell like a woman at all. Besides, there was an unmistakable detail in his upward scan that suggested man. No matter. More important, this effeminant man could see him. And what's more, he had apparently leapt onto the roof - what, from a neighboring roof? That wasn't typical.

[Intriguing. Everything about the situation was that. Brows raised, Irial calmly rose to his feet, until his eyes were level with the stranger] I am. I take it your familiarity with the buildings here means that you are not.

[prettyhazknight]

[Mille nodded and crossed his arms behind his back like he was used to doing. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head to the side.] I've been here long enough to know a thing or four. I take it you would love some answers.

[He had those too.]

[gentle_cruelty]

I would be obliged. [Irial replied, eyes watching Mille curiously]

But first, I should ask who I have the pleasure of addressing?

[prettyhazknight]

My name is Mille Feuille. And who do I have the pleasure of helping?

[His gold eyes open again as he leans forward just a little bit.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Irial. [The faerie replied, inhaling slowly, savoring, with an unconscious lean closer as well]

Delicious name.

[prettyhazknight]

Oh I'm delicious in more ways than one.

[A little laugh and he tilted his head to the side again to get a better look of this newcomer.] What do you want to know next?

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial's mouth curves in pleasure, amused by the flirtation]

I should probably be concerned with how I got here, why I woke up on a this roof instead of in my own bed. [But he doesn't look terribly concerned. He seems more interested in watching Mille than pressing for answers]

[prettyhazknight]

Should be doesn't mean you are. Meet you down below, by the way, big boy~!

[And with that, Mille winks and jumps down off the roof to land easily below. Looking up, he waits patiently for Irial to join him.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Smiling at the challenge, Irial crouched once more against the edge of the roof, then sprung off of it, landing neatly on his feet, wings fluttering after him]

Was that good for you?

[prettyhazknight]

I might need another just to be sure. [This one has personality. He likes that.]

Now~ You're in a place called Somarium. It's a dream world that brings in people from all times and worlds. This is the village of Espoir. In a pocket you should find a little device that is called a Dreamberry. It is used for communication and can actually record your dreams on it for all to see too. A greater power has brought all of us here and it will allow us to return when it pleases.

[gentle_cruelty]

Hm. I think I need a cigarette. [Irial mused, sliding one hand inside his pocket. But instead of brushing crinkled plastic, he felt the metal of a cell phone, the 'little device' Mille had mentioned. Irial is familiar with modern technology, so the idea of a cell phone is less strange than the fact that he's suddenly acquired one. Removing it, Irial cocks his head and studies the Dreamberry]

[prettyhazknight]

I don't smoke so I can't help you, I'm afraid. [It's something he could do if he wished but he never had a desire to. He still doesn't really.] And that would be your Dreamberry.

[gentle_cruelty]

Fascinating. [Irial replied, although it's apparently by his tone and the tightness to his mouth that he would have preferred a pack of cigarettes and not a borrowed cell phone]

What's the catch?

[prettyhazknight]

You're stuck here until the mysterious power says you can go. And your dreams get broadcast so everyone can see them.

[gentle_cruelty]

Is that all? [Irial replied, trying to keep his expression bland even though this news is distressing. Not only can everyone he has come across see him, they can also watch his dreams? And leaving is out of his power altogether? Impossible]