[ imagine if i continue to ignore this shiny glint. He takes the clothes, assuming they were meant for him, but doesn't wear it. Instead, it's time to see into the chest? That's where the glint is, right? ]
He can take the clothing! It's tragically not as flashy as the costumes the others have been gifted with, but he'll feel the same compelling urge to change into them. The fabric is flowing, black and gauzy, with ample room to move comfortably. It covers the majority of his body when he wears it.
The glint is indeed coming from the chest, though! When he opens it, he'll find a sword waiting inside, gleaming in the flickering light. He'll feel the same compulsion to reach for it, but it's not quite as pressing as the clothing, so he can choose to rummage around first if he wishes.]
[ To be nonconned into this clothing. Aymeric, now dressed in these new clothes, will kind of look at himself however he can, finding it odd that it fits him so well when blue is obviously his color.
Anyway, he will rummage around first before taking the sword, examining it closely. Anything odd about this blade? ]
[He can check himself out in the vanity! Though strangely, any time he shifts so he's looking out of the corner of his eye, his reflection appears to warp just a little... Should he try to face it more fully so he can see what the warping is, it appears to be perfectly normal.
Rummaging around will reveal numerous shredded pieces of black clothing and a photograph of multiple people, with each face blurred like a thumb has smudged through them. He can pick up the sword and hold it! Nothing visibly appears off about this blade; it's in perfect condition, and he'll be compelled to place it at his hip. It gives off a feeling of loneliness, which seems to impress itself upon Aymeric to a slight degree. He'll get the sense that he knows this sword well, and that it knows him just as deeply.]
He doesn't like this room or the vanity. The pictures he wonders if it's worth stashing, but he has no idea where the pockets are on this outfit.
Aw... Poor sword. Aymeric is sympathetic since it seemed that it was left here all along, but wow to take on the loneliness. It's strange. If there's nothing strange from another glance of the room, he goes to open the black door? ]
[There are a few secret hidden pockets inside, just for the stashing of items. It's fine. He can take the photos if he wants.
The sword seems to respond to the sympathy by letting itself feel more of its loneliness, though. There's something sharp underlying it, too, but the exact emotion is hard for Aymeric to currently pick out.
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He can take the clothing! It's tragically not as flashy as the costumes the others have been gifted with, but he'll feel the same compelling urge to change into them. The fabric is flowing, black and gauzy, with ample room to move comfortably. It covers the majority of his body when he wears it.
The glint is indeed coming from the chest, though! When he opens it, he'll find a sword waiting inside, gleaming in the flickering light. He'll feel the same compulsion to reach for it, but it's not quite as pressing as the clothing, so he can choose to rummage around first if he wishes.]
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Anyway, he will rummage around first before taking the sword, examining it closely. Anything odd about this blade? ]
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Rummaging around will reveal numerous shredded pieces of black clothing and a photograph of multiple people, with each face blurred like a thumb has smudged through them. He can pick up the sword and hold it! Nothing visibly appears off about this blade; it's in perfect condition, and he'll be compelled to place it at his hip. It gives off a feeling of loneliness, which seems to impress itself upon Aymeric to a slight degree. He'll get the sense that he knows this sword well, and that it knows him just as deeply.]
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He doesn't like this room or the vanity. The pictures he wonders if it's worth stashing, but he has no idea where the pockets are on this outfit.
Aw... Poor sword. Aymeric is sympathetic since it seemed that it was left here all along, but wow to take on the loneliness. It's strange. If there's nothing strange from another glance of the room, he goes to open the black door? ]
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The sword seems to respond to the sympathy by letting itself feel more of its loneliness, though. There's something sharp underlying it, too, but the exact emotion is hard for Aymeric to currently pick out.
With nothing else strange to survey in the room, he heads for the black door.]