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Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Toki, Florina, Kazuya, and Quintus)</b></center> You leave behind Bluebell's body and the note that had been attached to her. Upon entering the servants entrance at the lower right corner of the ballroom. There is the screech of a drunk guest that had just stumbled over Bluebell's body. Yet, by now the beginning hysteria is past you and your companions as you enter a ruined section of the manor. From above a full moon can be observed through a damaged portion of the wood ceiling. As you sneak past the empty corridors the light of the moon illuminates the maws of two terrifying stone dragons that are consuming each other in a fury. Without much trouble you arrive at the hidden door next to the painting of Yuni and find that the lock on it is open. It appears your arrival had been expected. You have not yet entered, but already you can hear Byakuran's light laughter emanating from the interior of the seemingly tiny room.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz and H20)</b></center> Gamma merely stares at you and your companion with concern. <i>You just find out that Byakuran could almost be god-like with what he knows and yet you still want to take him? Are the two of you sane? There is being reckless, but what you two want to do is almost near suicidal.</i> Gamma's brow furrows. <i>I almost feel complicit in your likely deaths if I tell you anything else.</i> Gamma opens his mouth to say more, but his mouth is seemingly sewn shut with instantenous stitching. His eyes bulge at the sudden patterns of string over his mouth and he hesistantly raises a single hand to test the stitching. When he gently tugs the strings with his fingers there is no budge and panic slowly forms on his face. <i>Gammy you only had to give my little gift and shut up~</i> <i>No one likes a chatty nancy you know~</i> A maid approaches from the hallway behind you and says this in a forced sing-song voice. She wears the same uniform that you originally saw her in when she was chatting with Gamma, but this time she has a vibrant red scarf hanging from her neck. Upon setting foot in the garden she stops and observes you with unbridled glee. <i>You guys are getting way too good at this game. Which is sort of a problem you know since we want things to last a little longer.</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz and H20)</b></center> Gamma fixates on the hallway behind you as his left hand lightly begins to tap out a haphazard pattern on the table in front. His body stiffened at the additional inquiry presented to him, but has not dismissed yet. Though it takes him a few minutes to find what to say next. <i>Byakuran has a gift that is almost impossible to be true. Yet, it's affecting us right now ...</i> Gamma delicately continues on his thought. <i>Us meeting here right now could have even been an occurance arranged by him. A tiny little game to damn you or me by the end of the night. So i'm only willing to admit that Byakuran is conncted to other versions of him in parallel universes containing this same day. As he thinks and breathes right now so do the other instances of him. Sharing ideas and memories of various events that may have already happened or will happen within the next few hours.</i> Gamma's left hand pauses at his final statement. <i>By taking on Byakuran you are not just fighting one person with one set of experiences. You are fighting millions of people with enough shared knowledge to predict almost anything that can occur or will occur today.</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz and H20)</b></center> Gamma eyes you and your partner before sitting back on one of the chairs with both hands anxiously folded in front. He nods at the other chair to indicate for you or your partner to take the other seat. <i>Byakuran, strange secret admirers, and clueless guests in a trap. Well this is turning out to be a lovely night. Wouldn't you fellas agree?</i> He tosses the question out there, but rambles on without the expectation of a real answer. <i>Unless you two can fight like your life depends on it, then you won't be of much use to me.</i> Gamma glances at the hall behind. <i>I will tell you one thing of importance though. Just so you fellas don't step into the dragon's den unprepared ...</i> <i>Whatever you think you have planned don't follow through on it. Byakuran has a gift for sniffing out plans and proceedings to torment you with his knowledge on it. In fact, if you are coming to me for help then it may already be too late for you two.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Raconteur)</div>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20 and Bartz)</b></center> Gamma eyes you with suspicion. <i>Tell me how the two of you could attend a gala and not know who the host is? Shouldn't you have done your research beforehand instead of thinking to ask around during the event?</i> Suddenly he remembers the card he was handed and presents it to you and your partner. <i>Oh by the way a young lady just handed me this letter and I don't believe you crossed paths with her. Are either of you gentleman expecting a gift from a young lady tonight?</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20 and Bartz)</b></center> You and your companion await in the shadows of the hallway as the girl continues to beg with letter in hand. The girl repeats the same pleas over and over even in the face of Gamma's disinterest. Until the man finally relents to shut the girl up. With no delicacy at all he rips the letter from the girl's hands and roughly catches her when the action causes her to loose balance. Despite Gamma's lack of finesse and general stubbornness, the girl appears absolutely grateful as she hangs over Gamma's outstretched arm. <i>Thank you so much mister! You will never know how much this means to me!!!</i> Gamma flinches at the girl's voice and after pinches the bridge of his nose with his unoccupied hand. <i>Yeah Yeah all the little ladies like you say that. True love this love letter that until some no good mafioso comes and splits your heart in two.</i> The girl rapidly shakes her head. <i>Nope I swear that the lucky person i'm in love with tonight will not fail me now~</i> Gamma frowns and unceremoniously shrugs the girl off. The girl almost falls backwards but recovers in the nick of time and simply stands there looking at Gamma with a wide smile. Gamma relents and states. <i>If you say so. You are better off getting back to work then trying to find a date tonight, but who am I to tell you that.</i> The girl realizes the position she is in and suddenly approaches the hallway where you and your companion are waiting in a noticeable location. Luckily, the girl stops before entering and turn around once more to bow in a show of gratitude. <i>Thank you Gamma~</i>
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<center><b>(H20 and Bartz)</b></center> You take a detour down the side hallway and follow behind the brown haired girl. Despite not taking any measures to conceal yourself or your partner the girl does not seem to take note of your pretense. Instead she continues on her intended path until she arrives at a fancy table that already has one seat occupied by a slightly older man. Either you or your partner would be easily able to recognize the man as Gamma. Gamma peers at the girl with some scrutiny, but the girl doesn't seem phased. She simply presents him a letter with a pocket watch and nervously blurts out. <i>Hey ... I mean hello mister!</i> The girl begins to tremble and the letter in her hand almost drops. <i>Ah!</i> Luckily, she catches the letter in time before it can hit the ground. <i>Whew gotcha. I'm sorry you had to see that .... I wanted to ask if you could hold onto this letter for me and give it to the first person that comes here. I am really like them but im too shy to say directly ...</i> The girl trails off as Gamma sighs in annoyance. His response is nothing short of direct and blunt. <i>Listen I don't have time to be playing cupid for the help. Give the letter to the guy yourself.</i> Not giving an inch the girl proceeds to bow and beg. <i>Pleeeasseee just this one little favor and I won't bother you ever again.</i> Gamma awkwardly looks away as the girl pleads on.
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<center><b>(Everyone)</b></center> You descend a flight of stairs to the right of the balcony and enter a thin hallway packed with intoxicated revelers. Almost immediately you find yourself being pushed and shoved between people sloppily dancing to the piano's melody. A few even spill their drinks as they move about staining the pure white hallway with red as the air is saturated with the scent of wine. At some points your companions are right beside you while at others they are a few paces forward or a few paces back. Resulting in a hastily made conga line moving against the natural current of the party. Along the way you pass an arched ceiling opening to a hallway with a garden at the end. If you stop for a moment you would lose sight of your companions, but you would see a brown haired girl in uniform approaching Gamma at the end of the hallway. Yet, if you continue you would not notice this sight and would eventually reach the far side balcony. You and any other companion still around would then find yourselves waiting on the steps leading up to the actual balcony where Byakuran rests. From that location you would pick up snippets of conversation without being in direct view just yet. <i>Byaku when are we actually gonna get to play something tonight. This stuffy party is soo boring and all the adults are drunk already. This sucks humph!</i> The young girl next to Byakuran states before puffing out her cheeks in frustration. Byakuran merely smiles at her antics before looking toward the crowd. With a playful tone he readily quips. <i>Patience Bell i'm sure something will happen soon enough to entertain you. The night is young and I heard that so many people are rearing to mess things up~ It'll be fun you'll see~</i> The young girl called Bell continues to huff about not really taking into account Byakuran's reassurances. She starts to blow on her bangs to amuse herself as her feet kick out at an increasingly frantic pace.
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<center><b>(Everyone)</b></center> The disappointment among the masked crowd is palpable as you and the rest ignore them in your hasty exit. Once you cross the door to leave, you are met with the same exact ballroom that you encountered before. Masked ladies and gentleman dance around as if it were the first time they had done so as onlookers imbibe themselves on the finest wines. Yet, instead of a live band the music is now offered by a wizened old man on a grand piano. There are also more people occupying the center floor for dancing rather than entertaining themselves with the banquet. Two stairways connect the balcony you are on to either elevated side of the room. As masked guests nearby make their way down additional stairways connected to these sides to reach the dance floor which is the lowest tier of the room. The elevated sides also reach across the room to another white marble balcony with an open air veranda behind it. This balcony is right across from the one you are currently on and on it are plenty of people that appear to be a little more focused than the rest. A striking young man with pure white hair languidly hangs over the partition of this balcony. However, sitting right beside this young man is a waif-like, blunette that is actively engaging the man in conversation. The two loudly laugh after a humorous joke and this scares the guests around them to laugh as well. While along the side hallways are the entrances to paths that were once taken before. The tiny door where servants bustle in and out is also present at the right hand corner of the room. <div class='edited'>(edited by Raconteur)</div>
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<center><b>(All)</b></center> The hands of the open pocket watch reveal that it is a little before nine. Extravagantly dressed people sway with the German ballad hanging in the air, but some pick up on your group's curious murmurings as they pass by. In a matter of minutes your group is encircled by a swath of masked faces as more and more party goers are lured in by your clandestine chatting. Some particularly brave souls even position themselves within arm distance to watch the mannerisms displayed by either you or the others. They seem to think that you and your group are conducting some kind of show. If the low whispers passed between the masked are any indication.

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Chapter Two: A White Century
You are abruptly dropped with your companions at the center of a large gathering of people. Gone is the pretty spacious elevator from which you entered, now replaced with a high profile antechamber decorated in the finest of luxuries. From where you have fallen you can see ostentatious couches, marble animal statues, and paintings dating back to a classical era. The calm melody of a fine German piece of music waft in accompanied with a wiff of orchid and rose. The soft peals of water from a fountain within the room sometimes overpowers the music, but both sounds never become too overpowering. Laughter and light bits of conversation are also sprinkled about from the mouths of people wearing vibrant, decorative masks. Upon your arrival some of the people had filtered around you and your companions in a circle and are now discussing this random occurrence in harsh whispers. Their masks occasionally leaping up with their facial movements and their fancy, frivolous style of dress putting what you are wearing to shame. These people don't even bother to help you get up as they chat on and on around you. At the furthest end of the antechamber is a regular sized door decorated with perfect white orchids. It would have been easy to reach on a different day, but the circle of people and the rest walking about could easily slow you down.
Intermission One
<center><b>(Toki, Alphinaud, Cait, Pancake Knight, Niko)</b></center> You fall out of the elevator you originally entered and land on a heap of your own comrades. A pomegranate rolls away from the pile and lies within arms reach. If you were to look around you would see the faces of the people you previously left behind. In front of you stands Walton with an unreadable expression on his face. Around you is the lobby from which you started your journey. The only object left from the trip is the lone pomegranate on the floor. <center><b>(Everyone Else)</b></center> You are able to see your formerly gone companions drop out from the elevator. They seem intact and what they started with is there, but one companion is missing. The screens that let you observe the journey shut off for now.
Chapter One: The Philosopher King
<b>(Pancake Knight, Cait, Sam, and Toki have arrived)</b> You materialize along with three others in the middle of a crowded marketplace. There are no traces of the elevator left and the surrounding mobs remain blissfully unaware of your sudden appearance. The general pushing of the crowd indicates that you are tangible, but no one raises a fuss. If you were to look around you would see plenty of happy people with impossible shades of hair going about their day. Each person strolling from one wooden stall to the next and checking out the available wares. There is also an apparent trend among the people of wearing simple or elaborate robes paired with sandals. Some of the robes are equipped with various symbols or items of jewelry making you and the others stand out like sore thumbs. Overhead the sun casts an oppressive heat on the place making the sea of white tarps above the stalls almost glow. While the brown adobe buildings behind the stalls look paled in the morning light. The sun has the most effect on a tall, glass tower in the distance which is almost painful to gaze directly at. Not that anyone does so already preoccupied in the mundane rituals of the day. At the end of the marketplace are a flight of stairs heading up from between the buildings. However, the stairs are occupied by a swath of men decorated in scaled armor with rapiers at their sides and a tall humanoid dragon-like man.
Restoration
You are stumbling ... Dropping ... Falling from high above. With no clear recollection of where you had been or where you will be going. You feel lightheaded as if freed from all restraint. Though what feelings this sensation could cause is best left up to the one experiencing it. Meanwhile, around you are cascades of words, letters, and random phrases tumbling to the unknown. You follow the same path but at a slower less rushed pace. Plummeting calmly enough to make out meaningful words or details that should jog your mind a little. Pray tell what could you be seeing in the maelstrom of words? <b>(All your actions and choices will be etched in stone)</b>
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