[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F2541F]Atkin Bowman[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][color=F2541F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Palace - Long Walk->Throne Room[/center][hr]
There was something about walking through a hall of his country's most beautiful treasures and artwork that was extremely... underwhelming. He wasn't sure why he didn't feel nearly as affected going through the long walk as he felt he should be. Perhaps he had gotten a bit desensitized to awe and wonder after going through so many radical changes and being exposed to so many new things recently. Or he couldn't really take things in due to how many different stresses were wearing down on his mind at that moment. Or perhaps there were so many wondrous things that they diminished their own individual impact, by proximity. Like trying to look at an entire Abstract Expressionist painting at once. There was too much going on at once, so the impact wouldn't be immediate.

So he stopped trying to take it all in. Instead, he'd just see what his eyes would fall upon. Perhaps that would get his curiosity piqued. There was an ebony flute. It looked nice, but he felt like he'd be able to learn a lot more if he could get his hands on it and study it. Was it here simply because it was pretty? Was it owned by someone famous? Perhaps it was Magykal? Then there was a necklace covering in a variety of sparkling gemstones, as if the creator had reached up into the sky and turned a rainbow into a fashion statement. It was very pretty, but again, he couldn't really inspect it past the superficial.

Towards the end of the hall, to the right there was another case. This one contained a great gauntlet, a massive thing of gold. The enclosed fist was easily the size of his head. The thing must have been made for some kind of giant, the size of it. Assuming it was even intended to be worn in the first place. Curiously there were several indentations for some apparently missing component in the artifact. One slot for each knuckle, including the thumb and a much larger one in the center of the back of the hand. What a curious thing, must weigh a ton. If only he could actually get his hands on it and try it on himself. He was starting to notice a bit of a trend here.

Fed up with not being able to touch any of the toys on display, Atkin walked into the Throne Room proper to find quite the scene. Princess Snaera lying on the floor, apparently dead from how off she looked and the blood that was splattered across the floor. Not to mention a bunch of nobles, the Grand Magician Peter Wylie, a gaggle of witches along with their Mother Jadis and to top it all off, the leader of the Young Army himself, Puck. What a lovely scene to walk in on.

Perhaps on another day he would have been more shocked or sympathetic, but today, seeing [i]yet another[/i] horrible catastrophe again [i]before the Coronation could even begin[/i] only pissed him off even more. It took most of his self control to not just begin shouting at everyone for things they may or may not even have done. He was going to end up yelling his head off at someone or punching them some time today. He could feel it. But that would hopefully be much later.

Biting his tongue, the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice marched on over to the one person he was certain was at the center of this: Princess Valda. She appeared quite busy at the moment, but why not give her one more thing to do? Having to multitask was certainly a skill that any Queen would need to learn. At worst, this would just be some training-on-the-job.

[color=F2541F]"Valda, what the bloody hell is going on here?"[/color] The others in the room might think him as breaching courtesy or whatever, but he didn't give a damn. Besides, they should all be able to put two and two together and figure out who he was. If they couldn't, fuck em. There were also about 10 other ways he could have described the current situation (one that springs to mind is "A Carnival Freak Show of the Castle's Least Liked Individuals), but he wasn't letting his tongue fly completely free. He could show at least that much restraint whilst he knew nothing of the situation beyond the immediately obvious.