the general - day zero.

[foxhounds]

THE GENERAL day zero Ivan has told you what you're meant to do in the coming days, and she's also told you that there's an hour before other souls will start washing up on the shores. She has to leave to prepare, but you're all together in the lobby of the mansion. Take it as a chance to meet each other and get to know the people you'll be working with.

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[unrulyprincess]

[Whoa......... that was not what she was expecting, but...such enthusiasm???

She can't help but be a little impressed, though she tries to cover it up with bluster.]

W-well...! Be certain to do so, but... even so, do not do so to your last breath! There shall be no dying--er, dying again here.

[wartorns]

Oh -- right. I already drew last breath. Technically. [He clears his throat.] Right then.

[Awkward.]

Either way - who exactly are you, little lady?

[unrulyprincess]

Ah...

[It's rude that she didn't introduce herself in turn, oh no...!! She clears her throat quickly, straightening and brushing down her dress as if that will fix it after everything.]

I am Clarine of House Reglay of Etruria. My family is of the most noble of blood. [She says, as if trying to convince herself after this entire disaster.... (which she is)]

[wartorns]

So you are royalty then?

[Asked with only curiosity, not judgment or praise. He doesn't take much stock in nobility - some may call him "nobility" back on his world, though he rejects it with quick ease.]

[unrulyprincess]

T-that's correct...!

[There was no squeak there, just be impressed by her...that's right...!!! A murmur--]

Not that you....sound particularly impressed... [...] Oh, no matter! What truly matters is that we shall do what we must and return to life.

[wartorns]

Yes. Though I must be honest - this position angers me. I feel no better than an assassin in the night, sent to kill without honor and pride. No matter how "noble" the cause may be.

[He still isn't even convinced that anyone is dead, including himself.]

[unrulyprincess]

There is nothing noble about this Hunt. It is perverse!

[...but after a moment, she frowns, puzzled.]

But even so, I am not certain what other choice we have.