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[northless]

[It takes him a moment to start typing, as the song still sends a chill down his spine, though he doesn't know why. Still, with all these people talking about memories, he figures he should share something. Maybe he'll even get some answers, though he very much doubts it.]

So I remembered something from the statues. Didn't touch them or anything, just hung around them for a while. [No need to mention the details, right?] I didn't get anything useful--just a song--but I am curious if anyone other than me knows it. It goes something like this:

And who are you, the proud lord said
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
but now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

It's a long shot, I know, but I figure it's worth asking about.

[He pauses for a second, hesitating on whether to add more, then:] Also, all I got from that guy on the forum was that he was called No One, and that he's certainly not human. Kind of hoping this doesn't end up like Independence Day or Armageddon or all those alien invasion movies--I'm pretty sure I'd die screaming.

Oh, and I think I got a crown? It's pointy and made out of metals--nothing gold or silver, though. Or even remotely valuable. It just showed up on my coffee table when I got home, and all I can think to use it for is as a glorified paperweight. It's certainly weird, though. [All those memories, the swordfighting skills, and now this crown--he's starting to get an idea of what's going on, here.] Anyone else get anything like a crown?

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[11ady]

Compact powder, actually. A lot more mundane than a crown. All I know is it's apparently from Paris? At least, it's in my shade of choice.

As for the lyrics, they look like they come from centuries ago. Have you tried looking them up? Asking around the library or the museum?

[northless]

At least you'll probably get some use out of it. I don't think I'll be wearing a crown to work any time soon.

I did. It doesn't look like it exists anywhere but in my head.

[11ady]

I wouldn't risk trying to use it. I don't trust who I might have been.

[Good call since it's a bomb...]

You didn't try the crown on, did you?

Hm, perhaps the next vision will make things clearer with regard to the song.

[northless]

[It's already clear enough for him--he just doesn't want to talk about that part.]

No. It doesn't go with any of my clothes, for one, and I don't think my boss would take it well if I showed up to work with a crown on my head.

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[masterofbling]

A dagger, a mockingbird pin, and a gold coin. Basically, a bunch of shiny things. Nothing like a crown though. Anyway, that's a song, huh? Are you much of a singer? Maybe the tune will ring a bell for some of us.

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[northless]

It seems pretty old, and I prefer to keep my singing to the shower, thanks. Anyway, I don't actually know the tune very well.

[A lie. He does, but it makes him feel uncomfortable, makes him glance over his shoulder to make sure no one's waiting to shoot him with arrows.]

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[masterofbling]

Disappointing. I was looking to hire a singer.

[northless]

Try checking out YouTube. You might find someone there.

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[eyesofstrength]

Just a sword that can vanish and appear at will. I have done research and testing on it and cannot identify it as anything from any known civilization. I cannot even identify the metal used.

[northless]

Well, now I'm jealous. You get a sword, I get a crown.

[eyesofstrength]

I guess it made up for the fact that I got nothing with the numbers.

[He did get something, just doesn't realize it.]

[northless]

Huh. This is the first I've heard of anyone not getting anything with the numbers. Lucky you, I suppose.

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[reapsthewind]

Yeah, I don't like this guy. I'm wondering if he's an AI or something, he seems to have some huge trouble parsing basic human concepts.

[northless]

At this point I wouldn't be surprised if he is. All I was able to get from him besides "No One" was that if we didn't back down we'd be killed.

[reapsthewind]

I got a whole lot of not bothering to answer some questions that tbh if he HAD bothered would have made me more sympathetic to his cause

Not answering those questions to me = something to hide = like hell am I going to trust any bullshit you say about the "greater good." WHOSE greater good? "Classified." Yeah, whatever, bro.

[northless]

Same here. And I read about the rest--I don't think the garden analogy is all that accurate.

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[spideyfanone]

Man, you got a crown? I got a kid's lunchbox that looks like a bootleg or something. And I actually got a song, too, but it's a hokey old one, not kinda cool like your one is. I've heard it before on, like, those late night black and white movies, but now it feels all important and I can't stop humming it. Which sounds super stupid, 'cus it's the one that does "beautiful dreamer, wake unto me" blah blah blah.

[northless]

It's a lunchbox, at least you can take it around with you in public. I've got no idea what to do with this crown other than use it as a paperweight, and I sure as hell am not wearing it.

From what I can tell, mine is older than yours by centuries. Possibly. It's talking about a lord, but I've never heard of Castamere. Neither has Google, apparently.

[spideyfanone]

Well, it's kind of a gross lunchbox. But I get your point. I can even keep it stuck in my backpack so my parents won't think it's trash and chuck it.

Yours sounds old, but kinda... SCA-y? Y'know, Society for Creative Anachronism? Like, um, it doesn't have to have to do with a thing that's possible, if that makes sense. There's also something I remembered, and it had spaceships in it. Like, intergalactic ones, not shuttles that take NASA guys to the space station like in real life. So maybe Castamere is like that. Has to do with something we don't have.

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[solfage]

It doesn't sound familiar. But hey, if you understand the words, then at least you've got somewhere to start, right?

I keep getting songs, but they're all in some language I've never heard before and I haven't got a clue what any of them mean.

[northless]

It still isn't much, honestly, since according to Google, Castamere never existed in any way.

[solfage]

Do you think it could be a metaphor for something? Or a...fable, I don't know. Something where the rest of what's going on is the important part, rather than this Castamere place's existence?

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[secondcomingof]

[ That's deep, man. Real deep.

More interested in the forum information, though, so Casval hones in on that instead. ]

"No One"? Really?

[northless]

[...well. Crap.]

He said that's what people call him, wouldn't say anything more.

[secondcomingof]

[ Well that's not suspicious at all. ]

Did he provide any proof of this, and his so-called inhumanity, or have we only his word to go on?