Lynchpin---Castle and Surrounding Grounds.

[lynchpin_castle]

The servants are unseen and unknown. Residents are welcome to take over the Servant’s rooms or not, but it is not recommended. Likewise, it is unclear where the Master resides. Usually s/he will call a meeting of their champions and meet them within the reception all or Banquet room.

Meals are typically taken together as a group, and if requested--training times for the champions as a group may be arranged. Both of the mundane variety, and also recreations of challenge-zones, such as the Labyrinth and the Mirror Gallery. The castle and its immediate surroundings have been set to mimic Earth with its single moon and 24 hour cycle of time, along with a standard Julian calendar for convenience.

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[neveraknight]

"Earthling." She said with a nod, committing that to memory. She found it interesting, to learn more about him and other planets. "Having an advantage like that is clearly a godo thing. Your mom sounds amazing." She doesn't even know her parents. Other than Master Yoda and the others who trained her. "Sounds like she wasn't an warrior but a genious adventurer, which truthfully, seems a lot more fun to me." She said with a chuckle.

Coming to the steps she looked back calmly, critically. She didn't like putting blind trust into things. Especially ones with power, but maybe this was one of those times that she would have to. "Maybe you're right. They've been open to us so far." And she didn't feel anything dark off them. Yet at least.

Starting to jog up the steps, taking them two at a time she moved up to the top with a hop step. "Wars are riddled with good intentions, but some times they truly are good. I should not judge too swiftly." More to herself than anything.

[light_of_willpower]

Her energy was infectious, Trunks keeping pace with her but letting her take the hop-step to pull ahead. "I have to have hope." Almost to himself, but also reminding her if she wanted.

"My mother is amazing." Still with that admiration, and then if she doesn't object he'll tell her about Bulma. About her running Capsule Corps, and the capsules, and her meeting Goku and the hunt for the Dragon Balls.

[neveraknight]

She was full of energy too, even for someone so tired. And she really was tired, though that Spar got her alive again, for a bit.

She liked hearing about his history. His family and past. She liked knowing that he was kind of normal in some ways and special in others. While wandering around the place looking here and there, they spoke. Sometimes about his family and past. Sometimes about her Masters or other races. If she spoke highly of anyone, it was Anakin.

It was nice, getting to know someone who didn't know anything about her war, Coruscant, or her trial, which she didn't mention at all.

[light_of_willpower]

Maybe Trunks understood that, given how different their upbringings had been. Maybe it was what she said about the war. It could've been her tone, or body language, or any number of cues. But he was choosing to stay on safe-topics. Sometimes he'd ask about the technology she was from, and the other races and places she'd been to and seen were definitely interesting to him.

He wanted to know more about Anakin, but he didn't want to pry too. It was clear the man meant a lot to her--and he was reminded of Gohan. At least his own relationship with Gohan. But it was nice to focus on things that weren't the Androids, or trying to find survivors and help them be safe, or start rebuilding.

[neveraknight]

SHe didn't mind talking about some things, and other things she spoke about but deflected a bit as well. It was easy to tell what buttons not to push and which doors to go through. She enjoyed hearing what he had to say as well, and when they had nothing to say it wasn't uncomfortable either. Walking around, exploring, checking out places as they went.

"I wonder where we're allowed to stay. If we get a cell to sleep in or if we have to find a place on our own." She said, and yes, she called it a cell. She was used to the temple 'rooms' being cells, and not in a bad way. Never locked up, but never really a lively place to live either.

[light_of_willpower]

He honestly wasn't used to being around many people, given the state of the world he'd grown up in. Not to mention his mother's fear of losing him, and his own frustrations. That they could be quiet around each other, it wasn't awkward, was a welcome revelation. He respected when she avoided or deflected, and if he was a bit more formal than he had been when they sparred, he was still polite and respectful.

The castle was huge though, and again part of his mind turned to trying to tactics. Worrying if all the rooms would need to be filled and what that might mean. The variety of rooms available though, reminded him a bit of Capsule Corps and the pictures he'd seen. The parts of it before West City was destroyed, and he and his Mother had fled and lived under the ruins to hide effectively.

"I'm not sure it matters where..." But he looked over in surprise and a little horror. "Why would we have to be in a cell?"

[neveraknight]

To his surprised sounnding question she raised a brow, looking over at him. "To sleep, rest or recharge?" She said, unsure what he meant at first, then corrected herself. "I mean, as in living quarters? Or a living space? Not a detention cell or interrogation cell!"

She almost laughed a bit at that, a hand covering her mouth a moment. "I apologize. They were simply called living cells in the temple. A place to rest or keep a change of clothing." They didn't have many worldly belongings.

[light_of_willpower]

Well, that was somewhat reassuring, as the horror is gone. "Guess it's a use of the word I'm not familiar with." Reaching up and rubbing his hair and neck, embarrassed. "Then again, from all that you've said, it seems like the Jedi were almost like a religious order of Monks."

[neveraknight]

"Ah, yes, a little bit? I know some people see it as a religion. And there are groups, like the Guardians of the Whells, that are nearly religious with pilgrimages and such. The Jedi just have... strict rules and guidelines, meant to make it so we aren't clouded by anything other than our focus on our task."

She rubbed at the back of one lekku, frowning. "I suppose it sounds strange, even as I say it. It's not all that bad, but sometimes it seems that the Jedi's rules force us to sit back and watch things happen. Things that we should have been able to prevent." She and her master had broken those rules more than a few times.

[light_of_willpower]

"...that definitely sounds like a hard burden to bear, if you're not 100% committed." Trunks commented, but it was with sympathy. "From what you said though, maybe the feel like those rules are necessary, given the kind of powers you guys wield."

Offering her the idea, even if he privately was guessing she hadn't always agreed with it. Maybe he wasn't the only one with a strong sense of right and wrong. It would fit, with the spirit and sense of playfulness she'd shown him during sparring.

At this point, they were back on the first floor. For lack of a better idea, he was going to find a place he could curl up and try and sleep. Tomorrow they could ask about rooms.

[neveraknight]

"That is part of it, yes. The rules are to keep us in check. Or others would be scared for what we could do. There are rogue Jedi and Sith like that. But still... sometimes it's hard to follow those rules, if you are sure it will be the death of someone else."

She gave a small shrug though, and a smile once again. "Still, it's not important to me anymore. Not now, at least."