mj and ice's excellent roleplay adventure

They finish dinner up in a relatively quiet air. William stands and gestures for Tadpole to follow. The dragon, long done with his meal, obediently sits at Will's ankles. The man's face twists slightly. It's odd for a dragon of all things to be this obedient. Of course, his mind jumps to the worst. Tadpole the poor little whelpling could've been kidnapped, abused, tricked, given a false sense of love–Or not. The dragon could just be completely attached to Will ever since they found each other in the tall branches of the tree.

"Are we ready?" Will asks, turning to Kazimir. He has to wonder what type of magical prowess someone could have to track the curse plaguing him. Would Will be required to give blood? Give an oath? Some other form of freaky Fae magic that will tie him here forever? Gods. He needs to stop thinking.

Will follows Kaz out of the dining room, Tadpole scurrying after him. The Martyr would love to hold the little dragon, but his arms have gotten tired and Will curses his weak constitution and impossibility to gain muscle for it. As they make their way through the endless halls, William tries to busy himself from thinking too much about a potential hex on his soul. He studies the curtains, the stained glass, the pattern in the floors–Anything he can look at. It's the better alternative to thinking.

Really, he shouldn't be this nervous. Whatever's been plaguing him hasn't been malevolent. It's just annoying, waking up in different areas of the castle instead of beside Kazimir. There's also the possibility of it growing worse. Who knows how long it will be until Will wakes up atop of the roof and accidentally falls to his death. It wouldn't be the first time he died hitting the ground, but he certainly doesn't want to experience the pain of that again.

Eventually, they wind up in front of a heavy door, left just barely ajar.

William doesn't even listen to what Kazimir is saying, instead choosing to busy himself by looking around the room. It's much too cluttered for Will's taste. He would love to place the books in the bookshelves where they belong, instead of stacks and stacks on the floor. It doesn't necessarily smell bad, but it's definitely stuffy and it would be nice to crack the massive window open. Tadpole chitters at his feet, pressing his scaly head right into Will's calf.

Carefully, he bends to take the small dragon into his arms. It must've been exactly what Tadpole wanted, for he chirps happily and snuggles further into his arms. "Yes," he agrees quietly. "I think it could be a curse of some sort."

"A day ago," Will answers. "I woke up in the library first, and then this morning I woke up in the gardens–and quite far from the palace too." He pauses. How long will it be until he wakes up in a dangerous place? Will prays to put a quick stop to it–otherwise his life could be at risk. (It already is, but he chooses not to dwell on that.)

"It didn't start until… probably three days after my arrival." He has to think on that for a second. "Maybe more." The Martyr has unfortunately already lost track of time stuck in this Fae realm. "I have to wonder if somebody doesn't like me. They hexed me or cursed me or just… something like that." HIs knowledge of magic is limited–the topic banned in his small hometown. Anybody who showed any sign of the supernatural was exiled into the forest, where they were no doubt eaten alive or taken prisoner. Will needs to educate himself, and fast.

"Well… I met the queen, and she doesn't like me very much." Will's brow furrows over his eyes as he thinks. "And then there was the servant boy, but he was very quiet. I think he was scared of me." Odd considering William is probably one of the least threatening people to ever exist. He would never assume Eloise to be the one to curse him, so Will leaves her out of the conversation. "A few servants or gardeners, but I only asked them all for directions." If someone wanted to hurt him because of a simple question, Will decides that's their problem and they require a little therapy. "And I did have an encounter with Kazimir's advisor, but he hardly spoke to me. Only to Kazimir."

"I–" Will's about to object. This feels almost like a visit to the village's healer when he would come down with sicknesses. They would prescribe him salves and teas and even a leech at one point, but he refused them all. Will's smart enough to know that none of them would help. None of the leaves they even chose had medicinal properties. "Fine," he finally submits, sitting down on the provided stool. There's a nice cushion on it, but that doesn't make it any less uneasy. He folds his hands in his lap, looking right at the cobblestone floor instead of at the wizard or the Snake.

Oh. Yes. Tadpole the dragon. Will completely forgot he was holding the small reptile. Not wanting to place him on the floor and risk some expensive damages, Will beckons Kazimir forward and wordlessly hands off the dragon to the Snake. They're both reptiles. They should be able to bond over their cold-bloodedness. "Yes, sorry," Will's quick to apologize, clearing his throat and wiping invisible dust off of his trousers. "I'm ready now."

Will has to supress the amused smile upon seeing Kazimir shuffle so awkwardly with the baby dragon. It almost feels like a juxtaposition–the Snake and a baby. A painful memory singes behind William's eyelids as a child of a past life buries their face in the crook of his neck. The sight isn't so amusing anymore. William looks away and to the wizard standing in front of him.

Will doesn't say anything, only nods and awaits the wizard to initiate whatever screening for curses. Will would very much like to get to the bottom of this whole ordeal. He's tired of waking up in places that aren't his bed.

A slight sense of nausea quells through Will as the sudden magic washes through his mind and body. He's a magical human, rare and taboo in the village he lives in. He's not used to being around other beings of magic. The fae world is nauseating and fascinating and Will isn't sure if he'd leave if he was given the chance. While he misses his parents, he longs to be free to manipulate whatever plant life whenever he pleases.He doesn't want to hide himself. Not anymore.

Finally, the intruding magic is drawn from his body, Will having to take a few long breaths to recover from the feeling.

William knows that he enjoys silence, but at this moment there's nothing he despises more. His fingers tap anxiously at his knees, his eyes trained on Tadpole within Kazmir's steady arms. He doesn't look at the wizard. William doesn't know what type of nervous expression will cross his face if he dare shift his focus from the tiny dragon. Keep calm. Be patient. Have faith. If anybody could figure out what's possibly wrong with Will, it'll be the damned wizard. It would just be very nice if the wizard could come to a solid conclusion before Will's teleported to another random location.

"I'm human," Will says carefully. If there's anything he's sure about, he's sure that he doesn't like where this conversation could be heading. His eyes briefly flick to Kazimir. Is he allowed to say that he's much more? Is he allowed to explain that he can reincarnate in every single life and eventually find Kazimir and die by his hand? "I was born with abilities, however," Will continues, hoping at least his magic prowess towards nature will suffice. To demonstrate, he extends his hand and wills a vine crawling on the wall to drift towards him. "I don't think humans are supposed to be born with magic."

"I am a…" He trails off, unsure if he can fully say the words aloud. He hasn't said them yet in this life, but to be fair, he only rediscovered it a few weeks ago. His eyes find the ground, not daring to look to the wizard or to Kazimir. "I'm a Fate," he blurts out eventually, knowing no better way to phrase it. "The Martyr." The weak one, the sacrificial one, the one thats forced to die by the same hand in the most gruesome ways. "I don't know if that has anything to do with this, but it might."

Wills eyes cut to Kazimir. Well, what was I supposed to say? He wants to hiss, to grab Kazimir by the shoulders and ask him ehat he could have possibly done in a situation where he's trying to be cured. "That's fine," Will mumbles, internally kicking himself and tossing his body down a long set of stairs. "Just wondering if it could help my condition." He shoots Kazimir a biting glare. What did you want me to do? I'm not a fucking mind reader. "Do you have any idea what could possibly be messing with me?" He turns to the wizard.

"Then I guess we'll leave," Will huffs, standing and brushing the imaginary dirt off his slacks. He approaches Kazimir, but doesn't even look at him as he takes his baby dragon from the Snake's arms. "Thank you for your help. I do appreciate it." Even though it wasn't any help in the slightest. Oh well, Kazimir will get it figured out in enough time. Hopefully Will won't be waking up atop of rooftops or in dangerous situations any time soon. William runs through the probably suspects in his mind like a flipbook. Eloise would never, Ivan seems too anxious to try anything gutsy, the tailor doesn't feel too magical.

"Oh," Will says, only when the door to the wizard's workshop closes behind them. "I think I know who could've caused this."

"Somebody who doesn't like you straying away from kingly duties." Will points a finger to Kazimir, and then to vaguely into the rest of the castle. Somebody who doesn't like Will taking up all of his time. "Perhaps somebody in your cabinet, somebody in your military, some other body who is…" He waves his hand and tucks Tadpole beneath his chin. The dragon looks all too happy to be there. He continues down the hall, still frustratingly unfamiliar. He'll figure it out eventually. He will.