Palamedes is suspicious of the Ferryman which is why he doesn't linger and pester the creature with endless questions. It doesn't do to show all of his cards at first, including the card that reveals he can be relentless when he gets his mind focused on someone. It isn't a human, he can tell that much, and he writes it off for now as a revenant to worry about later. This Ancient is the real game.
But very unlike him, he doesn't go poking around looking for said Ancient. Instead, Palamedes takes a few fucking minutes to sit down, put his hand in his hands, and deal with the fact he's actually breathing. That means he was not able to pull off the dramatic attack he planned for, and somehow he's here instead. This is not an afterlife. There is no logical explanation. So you know what, he decides to have some tea. He just cannot even right now. If someone wants to join him, they're welcome to.
After a minor mental breakdown in which he did not, repeat not, shed some very unnecessary and irrational tears, he gets up and puts together his pack. The answers aren't coming here and the calm is only unnerving at this point. Palamedes seems like a man on a mission, not lingering long enough in the safer temple to sleep or rest. He packs up what he can and then heads out to whatever this 'new island' nonsense is.
"After you," he says politely to another new person as they both step onto the boat headed toward the new port. When they get closer, he adjusts his glasses, narrowing his eyes. "Screams and music, that's not ominous at all." He tightens his hands around his pack, the only sign that he's affected by it, ready to face the next step.
II. Arrival to Carnival things!
So the screams weren't what he expected. They appear to be happy screams, which is not something he's experienced. This is truly outside of his realm of understanding. Palamedes looks genuinely lost but also curious as he wanders the carnival, looking everywhere, turning as he does, logging every detail to obsess over later. It seems this is supposed to be ... fun? Not Sixth's version of fun, or any other House's version of fun that he can think of.
While experience is helpful, nothing is going to get him on any of these rides, thanks. There is this ominous cloud over everything, he can feel the energy in the air. Or maybe it's the whole being kidnapped to another plane of existence that really has him indifferent to the adrenaline rush of a spinny ride. He accidentally runs into several people while walking, too focused on the details and not on helpful things like spatial awareness.
Palamedes takes one look at the giant bell and grimaces. Physical strength has never been his strong suit, and that's immediately his assumption here. Incorrectly, maybe, but he's not interested in participating right away. He ends up in the carnival version of the temple eventually, sitting down and attempting to boil water over that deeply unimpressive little cooking top there. "I should've stayed at the other place," he mutters.
III. Hall of Mirrors
Palamedes knows he's not going to get answers or 'whys' by walking around with his mouth open, so eventually he decides he has to do something here. The Haunted House would show him nothing that would actually scare him, necromancers have a tougher spine than that, but he doesn't expect to be shooed into the Hall of Mirrors with someone else. He glances over at the other person with an uncertain smile. "For safety, I suppose." That does not bode well. Up until recently there was someone literally killing everyone around him in a creepy game of hers, so he really should just go 'room of nightmares' and walk out. But here he is instead.
Palamedes is very tall and sickly thin, his dark hair tousled and a pair of thick glasses cover up steady gray eyes. "Interesting," he murmurs as the mirrors concave and warps. A fun little trick, one scientifically sound but visually intriguing. He runs his hands over the smooth glass to try and get a sense of where it ends.
The image shifts and shows him as something very familiar to him: a skeleton. His face with the skin barely hanging on the bones, his eye sockets empty, no actual expression. Palamedes' lips thin and he presses them together, although the mirror doesn't show that. "Rude." Then he finds the exit apparently blocked by more of the same and he pinches the bridge of his nose over his glasses, taking a calming breath in and out.
"I'm Palamedes Sextus," he informs the black marker. Nothing happens. "Oh fuck off."
IV. Hit me with whatever!
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Palamedes Sextus | The Locked Tomb - spoilers for the series
Palamedes is suspicious of the Ferryman which is why he doesn't linger and pester the creature with endless questions. It doesn't do to show all of his cards at first, including the card that reveals he can be relentless when he gets his mind focused on someone. It isn't a human, he can tell that much, and he writes it off for now as a revenant to worry about later. This Ancient is the real game.
But very unlike him, he doesn't go poking around looking for said Ancient. Instead, Palamedes takes a few fucking minutes to sit down, put his hand in his hands, and deal with the fact he's actually breathing. That means he was not able to pull off the dramatic attack he planned for, and somehow he's here instead. This is not an afterlife. There is no logical explanation. So you know what, he decides to have some tea. He just cannot even right now. If someone wants to join him, they're welcome to.
After a minor mental breakdown in which he did not, repeat not, shed some very unnecessary and irrational tears, he gets up and puts together his pack. The answers aren't coming here and the calm is only unnerving at this point. Palamedes seems like a man on a mission, not lingering long enough in the safer temple to sleep or rest. He packs up what he can and then heads out to whatever this 'new island' nonsense is.
"After you," he says politely to another new person as they both step onto the boat headed toward the new port. When they get closer, he adjusts his glasses, narrowing his eyes. "Screams and music, that's not ominous at all." He tightens his hands around his pack, the only sign that he's affected by it, ready to face the next step.
II. Arrival to Carnival things!
So the screams weren't what he expected. They appear to be happy screams, which is not something he's experienced. This is truly outside of his realm of understanding. Palamedes looks genuinely lost but also curious as he wanders the carnival, looking everywhere, turning as he does, logging every detail to obsess over later. It seems this is supposed to be ... fun? Not Sixth's version of fun, or any other House's version of fun that he can think of.
While experience is helpful, nothing is going to get him on any of these rides, thanks. There is this ominous cloud over everything, he can feel the energy in the air. Or maybe it's the whole being kidnapped to another plane of existence that really has him indifferent to the adrenaline rush of a spinny ride. He accidentally runs into several people while walking, too focused on the details and not on helpful things like spatial awareness.
Palamedes takes one look at the giant bell and grimaces. Physical strength has never been his strong suit, and that's immediately his assumption here. Incorrectly, maybe, but he's not interested in participating right away. He ends up in the carnival version of the temple eventually, sitting down and attempting to boil water over that deeply unimpressive little cooking top there. "I should've stayed at the other place," he mutters.
III. Hall of Mirrors
Palamedes knows he's not going to get answers or 'whys' by walking around with his mouth open, so eventually he decides he has to do something here. The Haunted House would show him nothing that would actually scare him, necromancers have a tougher spine than that, but he doesn't expect to be shooed into the Hall of Mirrors with someone else. He glances over at the other person with an uncertain smile. "For safety, I suppose." That does not bode well. Up until recently there was someone literally killing everyone around him in a creepy game of hers, so he really should just go 'room of nightmares' and walk out. But here he is instead.
Palamedes is very tall and sickly thin, his dark hair tousled and a pair of thick glasses cover up steady gray eyes. "Interesting," he murmurs as the mirrors concave and warps. A fun little trick, one scientifically sound but visually intriguing. He runs his hands over the smooth glass to try and get a sense of where it ends.
The image shifts and shows him as something very familiar to him: a skeleton. His face with the skin barely hanging on the bones, his eye sockets empty, no actual expression. Palamedes' lips thin and he presses them together, although the mirror doesn't show that. "Rude." Then he finds the exit apparently blocked by more of the same and he pinches the bridge of his nose over his glasses, taking a calming breath in and out.
"I'm Palamedes Sextus," he informs the black marker. Nothing happens. "Oh fuck off."
IV. Hit me with whatever!
[Message me on waftingcurtains on plurk! Or whatever. I'm totally fine with brackets I just start with prose. I will be replying here with planned starts, lmk if you want one.]