MASKTOURN

armand wakes

Armand wakes laying on a bedroll in a small room. It’s hardly comfortable, but it’s something. There’s no sign of the Lifebringer- or anyone, really. He'd soon realize his clothes have been changed- gone is whatever he was wearing before, replaced by a simple, robelike outfit entirely in white. Morning light filters in from the window, casting the entire small room in a dewy haze. The room is tiny- big enough only to fit the bedroll, a small basin for washing, a chest at the foot of the bedroll, and a low, small writing desk, on which is a folded piece of paper, labeled with Armand’s name, a clay tablet, and a porcelain face mask. The entire room is furnished in plain white tile, and opposite the window is a stone-paneled door leading out. The letter on the desk is written in ornate, swirling script, reads as follows:

Welcome, Armand Anatoliusyauro!

It is my pleasure to welcome you, not only to the Halcyon Citadel, but to the Snakes! You have been selected, by the Great and Divine Lifebringer, to serve and compete alongside your fellow serpentine contestants and under my gracious leadership. If you have any concerns or run into any trouble, please do not hesitate to bring it to my attention. I’m very excited to meet you all! 

Please wear the mask provided, as it is part of your uniform!

Your Leader, 
Reagan Alizaydyeiren

The mask was of white porcelain, and would sit on Armand’s face without falling, held there by some kind of magic. It only covered his eyes and upper face, and mirrored the look of a snake’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Armand would be able to see clearly even with the mask on. The clay tablet was just too big to be held in one hand, and was accompained by a small stylus for writing. Its surface displayed the #group-chat, and would update magically as more messages were sent. If Armand investigated the chest, he'd find something curious. The chest is filled mostly with linens- bedding, towels, spare outfits, but at the top is a small locket, inside which is a picture of his family. (edited)

@Gab || Armand 🐠|Zhi-Yin 🌬

Armand groaned as he sat up from the bedroll, stretching his arms as he realized what he was wearing. "Wh-" As he inspected his surroundings, he immediately noted the washbasin. Carefully sitting up, he shuffled his way over, dipping his hands in the cool water and taking a deep sigh. Ah hydration, the greatest mistress of all. After slightly drying his hands, he looked over at the chest, deciding to leave the tablet for last. Noting the locket, he reached for it first, slightly grimacing as the image of his family stared back at him. "Of all the things..." Finally was the clay tablet and letter. He first opened the letter, confused at the name. He stared at it for a solid minute before the dots connected. What the fuck He should've asked more questions. Literally one question. Not really seeing what else to do, he looked over at the clay tablet with confusion. It seems there's other people here. But hey, they're not immediately dead. Bright side. Looking at the mask, he picked it up with hesitation. How was he supposed to- As soon as it made contact, the mask ceased to budge. Armand panicked, flailing a bit in his miniscule accommodation before realizing that he could see perfectly fine. Oh gods it's magic shit. After all was said and done, he calmed down and left the room, apparently pleased with his apparel.