Emovere

Turn 2: An Untrained Mind Can Be Tricked By The Unknown

The soft melody of a piano filled The Council's House. Flowers filled the room, some wrapping the staircases, while others seemed to be pinned to the wall. With the amount of flowers in the house Felichs could feel their lungs jump for joy as the air touched them.

"I've never felt...so relaxed before," Felichs thought themself. "I wanna stay focused, but shit it's hard when these flowers feel so calming. It's as if my body only wants me to be relaxed!"

They continued to follow the giant man known as Servus until they reached a long hallway. It, like the rest of the house, was all white and filled with flowers that lined with ginormous windows. As they walked through the hallway they began to feel the air get colder. Felichs noticed a group of seven individuals sitting at a table in the middle of a garden. Each of them was covered from head to toe in white garments. The one thing that stood out though were the mask consisting of different colors: lilac, pink, orange, navy blue, yellow, red, but the one that stuck out the most was a mask that was all white. Each of them wore only lifting it to drink their beverages. Suddenly, Felichs stopped dead in their tracks as chills ran down their spine. They could feel all fourteen eyes staring at them.

"Ooouu, is that them? Are they the one? They're so beautiful" A young boy said as his eyes glistened at the sight of Felichs.

"BWAHAHA Pauper, eh? You sure know how to pick 'em?" Chuckled a rather tall, older man patting Tournament on their back before continuing. "They're too fragile lookin' for me though. I'll leave 'em to you."

"So...Tournament, I'm still not so sure of them..." A young woman said before being cut off.

"Pahaha, don't fret Alba, I'm more than sure. Matter of fact I'd bet it on the flowers of Eirini." Chuckled Tournament before continuing. "Also Please refrain from saying too much, that one is very, very special."

Tournament looked Felichs' way and said, "I hope you enjoy your room, my dear."

Although Felichs wasn't able to see their faces they knew which one was Tournament. The two stared each other down. Neither moving an inch. The intensity of these two made the hairs on everyone's body stand straight up. As the situation grew more intense small cracks started to form in the windows and on the ground. Felichs began to reach for their knife and Tournament started to remove their gloves.

"I've never seen you get this intense, I like it!" Giggled the young boy as the flowers began to wrap around him.

"BWAHAHA! Maybe they aren't just some brat from the slums after all." Marveled the tall man as he reached for his axe.

"You two calm yourselves. This clash might be too much for you two, heck I don't even think I stand a chance either. And you...,you stupid mongrel. Remove them at once or else!" Alba chastised as her eyes pierced Servus's soul.

Servus could feel his heart pound even harder, as if it were being forcefully pumped.

"P-p-please, y-y-you mustn't interrupt them," Servus said to Felichs as the words struggled to leave his mouth. "What is this I'm feeling, it feels...hot...the intensity alone could burn this house down... Dear Eirini, I could only imagine what would happen if these two clashed."

Servus grabbed them and took Felichs to their room with haste. It was a beautiful large, white room with brilliant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Everything in the room was white, from the blankets on the bed to the carpet on the floor. There was also a table against the wall with different types of food and drinks. Felichs rubbed their body as if they were checking to see if they had died and gone to heaven.

"Sooo...uh, the food. Who's it for?" Felichs asked drooling on the inside hoping they could have some.

Servus chuckled, "It's for you, my boy. Well, you and your roommates, so make sure to save them some."