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[Sutoratosu Akira]

L, Mira, Ehto

The sorceress thought about it for a minute. While she wasn't totally against the idea of bunking with others, a room to herself was more both more preferable and what she was used to. Growing up in a castle with more rooms than Father could ever find a use for had spoiled her, she supposed. That, and a private room would lead to a lot less questions if she happened to have a more vivid dream than usual and end up shifting in her sleep. Wasn't usually an issue, but... well her face felt flushed just thinking about the past incidents.
Wait, aren't you getting ahead of yourself? Who says I'm even going to stay?
    But even as she asked herself the question, she realized that she didn't actually know how to get home, well she knew there was a way, but only a madman would seriously consider it. Teleporting anywhere beyond one's field of vision was already a far fetched path of study that had been in development for decades. Shrolynder's Shadowstrut was a tried and true spell, considered much safer than most others of it's breed by the nature of how it achieved its teleportation, and the generally less severe consequences of miscalculating one's landing point. But even it could only be pushed so far. When one wandered to deep into the noon shade, there was no guarantee they'd find the way back.

She was effectively stuck here.

"Well... I guess I'll go find a room around here, then," Ehto said, "Not like I can really go home. And this whole Trespassers situation isn't really something I'd be alright with ignoring anyway. I'll see you guys later, eh?"

[Chevaleresse]

L, Mira, Ehto

"Right." The silver knight nodded, then frowned and spoke again. "Actually, one moment." She shook her head as she continued. "This might be a mistake, but it doesn't seem likely at this rate." She stepped sideways to look at Ehto and Mira at once. "The more correct name to call me is Martyr. L is a test; it refers to my Queen. Neither of you seemed to care when I mentioned it or Kallisto, so at the very least, I can be confident that you don't have anything to do with either." As much as I'd like it if you did. Layla would probably like Ehto, at least. "Sorry for being sketchy."

[Sutoratosu Akira]

Martyr, Mira, Ehto

"...Martyr, huh? Martyr, Martyr..." Ehto said, testing the word, before giving a gentle shrug. "Alright then, I guess. If that's your name, that's your name. And eh, don't worry about it. Sounds like you had a pretty decent reason, all things... considered." She shifted uncomfortably as she thought about that past conversation. Her own world had plenty of its own faults, but few times did it ever near such... barbarism as she had heard today. Nodding to both Martyr and Mira, she turned on her heels- nay her toes, the difference was quite noticeable given the hem of her cloak flared up from the maneuver -and proceeded down the hall.

"It was nice meeting you guys. We should chat again sometime, ya know? About happier stuff."

[GodofGamingRWBY]

L, Mira, Ehto

Letting out a simple grunt at Ehto's departure, and L's 'true name', Mira answered by finally uncrossing her arms, resuming her march down the hall. Indifference was her forte, and whoever this 'Kallisto' was wouldn't be a problem for the foreseeable future. So she had no reason to properly care for it.

[Chevaleresse]

Martyr, Mira, Ehto

Vi-Ra-Nor gave the other dog-girl a wave. "Yeah, sounds like a plan. See you later." Ehto's reaction to her story didn't go unnoticed, and the uncomfortable undercurrent in her farewell said such. The goodbye ended up doubling in purpose for Mira as well, leaving Vi-Ra-Nor alone with her thoughts once more. Well, I think I made a good impression. Hopefully she doesn't associate all the garbage back home with me specifically. She watched the other swordswoman stalk off into the rest of the area as she pondered her next move. I'm tired, but I doubt I'm going to be able to sleep. Maybe I'll look for the rest of the team. Vi-Ra-Nor sighed. More introductions. Or I could try to sleep anyway. She turned and walked off, hoping that the motion helped her reach a proper decision and trying not to think too hard about how she got here.

[Sutoratosu Akira]

Ehto
Ehto soon found a room that looked surprisingly... untouched by time. Far cleaner than it had any right to be. The only signs of disrepair where the surprisingly large spider web up in the rafters and the layer of dust that covered the disheveled bed and every other surface in the spartan area. She took a closer look at the bed, the only notable furniture in the room, and found that the cover and pillow were both... Spider's silk. She looked back to the webbing in the ceiling and for the first time truly appreciated just how large it was. Such an arachnid could've easily spun these textiles in just a couple of minutes.
    It made her wonder what had happened to the room's former occupant. Whatever scents lingered here were old, almost too old for her to even notice. Whoever lived here had been gone for quite some time.

"I probably shouldn't but..." She looked around, at the floor, at the walls. The dust was so thick that she could see her own footprints. There were no windows in the room, possibly a factor in why the previous occupant had chosen it. It certainly made a difference to her. "If the dust has been undisturbed for this long, whoever was here probably won't be coming back. And not having a window solves the issue of potentially getting burned every morning..."
    It was decided then. No point letting such an opportune space continue to be abandoned. If the owner did ever come back, well... she'd apologize and try to work something out if it happened. But as far as she could see, there was no sign of any present ownership. No personal effects, no decorations, not even a lick of furniture. There was little guilt to be had claiming this as her new territory.
   "First things first: I should-ah Achoo!" She idly wiped her nose with a handkerchief seemingly drawn from the shadows themselves. "Get rid of all this dust... let's see... do I have anything that could be useful for that? Has anyone even bothered to make one for such a mundane task?"

And thus began the process of wracking her brain for an appropriate spell...

Aurora, "L"
Within the dusty halls of the suites, a rift opened, swift and sudden. From the slit in reality leapt a single robed figure, her chitinous toes clacking as they hit the ancient stones. The final steps that brought the rest of her out of the inactivity room fell completely silent, matching the otherwise still and stagnant air.

Aurora glowered at the still ruined surroundings from beneath her hood. She didn't know how long she'd been away, but it'd seemed the fleshbags had done remarkably little to try and clean the place up. Even the most remote, well forgotten reaches of Castle Dour were better kept than the fortress they had all come to call home.

"Home..." The word left a bitter taste on her lips. Oh how much she had thought of home. Of everything she had left behind. Of everything that had hinged on her. Of how she had failed. Of the implications of that failure. It had become obvious at some point that the powers that be don't pull those nessacarily to the survival of their home worlds. Her people were dead and she knew it, had felt it the moment it happened. The moment part of herself withered and died... quite literally.
   "Hmph. How I do despise these...fleshbag legs," she muttered, her six less-human ones carrying her away from the now closed rift. "Too short, too weak. Ironic, that I am reduced to traveling the earth just like my former prey. Perhaps that's the price of my hubris. And yet, if it is, I must admit I deserve worse still."
   Time. She needed the time. How long had it been? How much had she lost? Things were fuzzy. She didn't recall much after they took care of the Asterlux conflict. There one moment, the next, in some... Rec Room, she thought it had been called. The term was still foreign to her despite spending what felt an eternity in it. Others were there too. Others she had not seen in a very long time. The pale one and the storm god too. Seemed like they were swept up as well. They were no help though. Knew just as little as she did.
  "Finally, one of you fleshbags..."
   She quietly sized up the young silver haired girl who just entered her sight. Didn't seem to notice her yet. She wasn't one Aurora recognized, but she was better than nothing right now. It occured to her that the child had a sword of all things sticking out of her chest, but it wasn't like it was killing her at the moment so... setting herself down and retracting her less... human limbs into her back, she called out to the young maiden. "You there! What time is it, and where is the castle docked right now?"

[Devastator]

Newton flaps around the corner, headed for bed, going through one of the many abandoned rooms as a shortcut, only to stop short after almost colliding with another stranger, another giant biped.  And this one's looking through the abandoned rooms too!

After a brief bit of narcissism where the crow congratulates itself mentally for choosing a room with a lockable door, it does stop short realizing that this person will be its neighbor.. it's own rooms are adjoining to this suite, so introductions should be made.

Unfortunately, all this is followed by a bunch of rather awkward flapping, as the bird has to backpedal from about half-speed forwards into an unexpected landing, and it would be terribly embarassing should the dog-like interloper be able to recognize good flight from bad.  It doesn't seem to have wings, but who knows if that's the case in this strange place.

Still, it costs nothing to be courteous.  After landing on a dresser, Newton stands on one foot, places its other foot across its chest, and closes eyes while bowing at the newcomer, ending with a polite "Caw".

[Sutoratosu Akira]

Ehto, Newton

The tendrils of shadow that had thus far been busy wiping away every trace of dust in the room stopped as Ehto's ears perked up. She turned just in time to spot what looked to be a fairly flustered looking... crow? No, too big. Way too big, now that she took a better look at it. And it had manners too. Manners.
    "Uh... hello?" she waved back to the bird, taking note that yes, it very likely was intentionally communicating. Which meant that... there was probably some intelligence beyond the pale behind those beady eyes. That realization alone fired up her curiosity. "Can you... understand me, by any chance? I've never seen a Raven bow before. Or any bird, really..."

[Devastator]

Newton, Ehto

Newton nods.

It then spreads one wing and plucks away a big flight feather, taking it with its beak and pantomiming some kind of writing.  It follows this by putting the quill down and staring at Ehto expectantly.

[Chevaleresse]

Vi-Ra-Nor, Aurora

Arturia jumped at the unexpected voice, this time managing to not put her hand all the way to her gun as she turned in a flutter of tattered cloth. "I don't know the answer to either of those questions." The suspicious glint in her blue eyes was unmistakable. "I just got here." The woman put off a feeling that made her distinctly uncomfortable. She couldn't quite place it, but the stranger called to mind a certain holy woman. Arturia flinched once more at the thought, squeezing her eyes shut for an instant before they went back to their usual hardness.

[Sutoratosu Akira]

Ehto, Newton
The bird can write. The bird... can apparently write. Why do I feel so validated?
"o-oh uh... here," the sorceress reached into her cloak and from some unknown space pulled a small pad of paper, bound together with basic leather strips woven through the holes punched at their top. "You can go ahead and keep that if you want. It's pretty cheap back home, so I have plenty. So does just about every other sorcerer in the world..."

Aurora, Vi-Ra-Nor

Aurora stared at the child, her emerald green eyes scrutinizing with their ethereal light. It was only when the girl flinched that she noticed to other odd feature she sported. One that mattered far more than the sword through the chest.
   "Sylvi..."
  "I suppose it can't be helped then," she sighed. it was difficult to tell beneath the robes, but from the tone of her voice it was almost like something had... softened about her. "I see they haven't done much to improve the orientation process. I'll probably have to arrange another light show or something. Assuming I can even still do that anymore... Regardless, What's your name, child? Where are you from?"

[Devastator]

Newton, Ehto

Newton spreads the book out, perching one foot on an open page, with the other on the flat wooden dresser.  It then.. no, it can't be doing that, but it is.

It vomits up a bunch of what looks like pure darkness on the bare wood next to it.  It's.. glistening.

Next, it bites off the end of the quill and dips it in the.. expectorate.

Moving swiftly, it is the work of a minute to fill a page with neat, swoopy writing, in fine decorative calligraphy.

"Hello.  My name is Newton.  I am from another world far from here, and am a newcomer to this place.  There I am considered a Revenant, which is a form of non-living magical creature, one that once was a simple crow.

I have found a room adjacent to these ones to use as my own living quarters, and have recently made a proper nest there.  I apologize if some of the furnishings of this one have been lightly damaged.. I did not believe this room to be used, and I expect there may be further unused furnishings to choose from if you would prefer to acquire replacements for anything substandard.

If you have any concerns that may arise from some form of near habitation with an avian, do let me know and we can choose mutually agreeable locations.

If you so wish, I would like to know of your abilities.  It seems you have some kind of shadow abilities, which might have some interactions with my own abilities, and I have heard that we are supposed to do battle as comrades upon some future date.  If there are contraindications, I would wish to discover them before it becomes a matter of life or death.

As for my own, I would be glad to make it a mutual arrangement.  To begin, may I have your name?

[Chevaleresse]

Arturia, Aurora

"Martyr." She didn't think about the answer until after she gave it; Vi-Ra-Nor realized she'd unconsciously decided to give up the ruse. She also realized that this particular name sounded more like a title. It wasn't actually clear to her whether she was born to the moniker or not. Ultimately, it didn't matter. "I'm from Kalo. Unfortunately." Just talking about the country named for the woman tasted bad in her mouth. "Not that the name means anything to you." She watched the other woman carefully, on the off chance that she'd assumed incorrectly - and still on guard, if beginning to relax.

[Sutoratosu Akira]

Aurora, Martyr
"Indeed it doesn't." The woman(?) shrugged. "You may call me Aurora. I've been gone for some time and need to figure out what's happened since I left. Tell me, have you met a man named Edmond since you arrived here? Or a woman and talking slab named Isobel and Lotus, respectively? Or perhaps an or- a green-skinned humanoid named Mar? Perhaps even a women named Marisa? Or... a snake woman named Dackley?"

She decided to just air on the side of expediency and assume the girl likely wouldn't know what an Orc was. She still didn't really know what Lotus was, and also didn't expect the girl would either.

Ehto, Newton
Shrolynder's Marbles, it might be as smart as me! And it has better penmanship too!
Ehto was initially taken aback as the bird vomitted what she hoped was ink, but that shock soon became wonder she watched him write. She didn't even notice as her tail began wagging. This was by far the most excitement she'd had in a while.
    "My name is Ehto," she nodded, "Ehtosi Enid Valerium, actually. That spell you saw me using just now was Shadow Sorcery. It's fairly common where I'm from. I know a other ones too, but most of them are more suited for support or defensive fighting. Never really took to the aggressive casting route. Though uh..."

She seemed to hesitate, and her excited wagging ceased no sooner than she did so. Her eyes turned sheepishly to the ground.

"I'm... not exactly sure it's a good idea to share this next part. I already kind of hid it from Martyr and Mira, the two I met earlier...Most people don't exactly take the revelation well."
   

[Devastator]

Newton, Ehto

The bird carefully looks at the other person, and then slowly and carefully settles down in a resting position, feet hidden under the unusually thick and fluffy feathers.

He then looks straight at Ehto, waiting, beak held just a crack open in anticipation of the next caw.