A Castle, A Wardrobe, A Rose [[FULL]] Apr 25, 2019 15:21:22 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Apr 25, 2019 15:21:22 GMT -5
Henoke sat in awe, blinking his vibrant gold brown eyes in amazement as he sat cross legged on a lush red carpet. The room was small but safe, a warm crackling fire resting in an ornate fireplace against the wall. Orange flickering light was all that was available to them, as the long purple curtains remained draped over the two tall windows, sealing the inhabitants from the outside world. ”Henoke?” The small voice cut through his thoughts as the teen jolted to attention, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, messing up the spiky orange hair on his head. Th-this is… Sitting more upright, Henoke nodded a bit, shaking his head as he smiled warily. ”Er...I’m listening…” He was not alone in the room, having been greeted by a very peculiar party indeed.
Before him were three individuals who resided on this world, filling up the small parlor room, empty other than minimal furniture. The room itself was square, lined with a lush red carpet with only a single chair accompanying the space, right near the stone fireplace. There were small bookshelves on the occasional corner of the Parlor, but other than that, it was empty, save a small wooden table near the chair. It was on this table that the voice had spoken, a small teacup with a large crack in it sat next to a large teapot. ”Mom, I don’t think he was listening at all!” The small teacup whined, its small face scrunching up in frustration, the nose being the handle of the cup.
That’s right, the locals of this world seemed to be animated objects. What kind of world is this?! The question thundered through the teen’s mind as he glared at the small cup, though only because it seemed despite being so young, Chip had seen right through him. Next to Chip was a beautiful ornate teapot, with floral designs marked with pink and purple. On the teapot was a face with concerned eyes, soft with a mothers warmth. This was Mrs. Potts, Chip's mother. With a sigh, Mrs. Potts shook her head...er...body? ”Now now, you two.” Her tone sounded as though she were chastising two school children, causing Henoke’s face to flush with embarrassment. ”Please, don’t get distracted, Henoke.” Her scolding turned to the small cup at her side. ”Chip, don’t yell at him, either!” The keyblade wielder had arrived on this world earlier that day, having entered the castle by mere chance, due to his inability to control his ‘Power of Waking’. Henoke had hardly had time to appreciate the foyer that made the entrance of the castle when the Heartless had emerged. The keyblade did only bring him to places in need, after all. ”Listen, kupo!” Another voice interrupted the conversation, coming from a Moogle that stood off in the corner by the door.
Barricaded by a small bookshelf, the entrance to the Parlor was sealed, the Moogle sitting on top of the shelving to ensure it stayed in place. After his brush in with the Heartless, Henoke had heard the Moogle shouting from the entrance, keeping the door slightly cracked open to shout out to him. Thanks to the locals around him, Henoke had gained refuge in the unknown world he had been thrust into. Waving one of his small arms, the merchant shook his head, the large red pom-pom atop of it bouncing in response. ”The point is, will you help us or not, kupo?” Perhaps it was the years of trading and bartering, but the Moogle had a blunt way of speaking. Henoke wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it or not, yet.
The locals of this world had explained to Henoke that this whole castle belonged to their Master, known as ‘The Beast’. Explaining how all inhabitants had once been human, transformed by a powerful witch’s curse, Henoke had come to understand just how it was he had been talking with dish-ware. Well... at least as well as anyone could cope with such oddities. It was all a lot to take in, truthfully. The teen had never come across anything like it. Magic powerful enough to transform a whole castle of people… Gulping a bit at the recollection, Henoke screwed up his face in a look of determination, jolting to his feet and raising a clenched fist to his chest with a nod at the Moogle. ”Of course!” Despite the oddities of this place and the inhabitants, Henoke felt the need to aid these people. Besides, it was what the keyblade had sent him for, anyway. Maybe the heart of this world is in trouble, too.
Apparently the Heartless had emerged a short time ago, causing an uproar throughout the castle. Mrs. Potts had claimed none of the servants had known why exactly the Heartless had emerged on their world once more, but their master had not liked it one bit. Deciding to take action himself, the Beast chased out what enemies he could from the castle. The Heartless had many in number, though. While the Beast had chased out the largest and most terrifying Heartless from the castle, many still lurked in the darkness remaining. ”Something must be causing the Heartless to pop up...I’ll figure it out!” Henoke’s voice was confident as he gave the trio before him a ‘thumbs up’.
”Don’t forget about the others, dear!” Mrs. Potts had a gentle tone, a sing-song voice that aided him in remembering the other issue pressing them at the moment. Due to the chaos and confusion of the Heartless attacks, many of the servants and residents of the castle had been separated. Mrs. Potts and Chip had just happened to be in the Parlor during the outbreak, aided by the Moogle who had set up shop in the castle for some time now. ”I’m not sure where they’ll be, but do be careful!” Henoke nodded as he motioned for the Moogle to remove the barricade from the door.
It was time he got moving.