[He gazes at the ocean while he listens to her, curling his toes in the sand. It is pleasant to feel how the water pools around his ankles every time a wave returns.]
To them we are the ones who speak strange. Not even to mention the references to these renaissance fairs we obviously belong to. [Robb sighs.] All in all, it is overwhelming at times, my lady. It is had to come to terms with the changes in our lives. I truly prefer the sight of Riverrun above that of the space ship.
Ah - renaissance fairs. I have heard that one before. [her nose wrinkles. She nods her agreement, pursing her lips] I cannot say it gets easier with experience, either; this is not the first world I have been pulled to, and while the first was not nearly as . . . modern as this one, I still found myself overwhelmed.
[and, petulantly] I prefer much to the ships - even the swamps in the west. I'd rather trudge through those than spend time on those blasted metal boxes.
I am not some sort of...novelty. At least...not in that way. [For some reason it is good to be able to vent a little with someone who thinks alike. His brothers and sisters all seem to adjust very well, but for some reason Robb falls behind in that. Not entirely willing to accept a big part of everything that has become his new life.]
Exactly! And then there is the fact that they just fly way above the clouds. What if they break and we all fall down to...to nothing. [There is a relieved and somewhat happy undertone in his voice, glad that he is finally able to tell this to someone who can relate.] Even my siblings do not bother with it!
[she huffs a little] You are not a novelty in any way. No one is. [it really is nice to find someone likeminded; she had her friends, of course, but they were from worlds far more modern than hers. And while she wasn't opposed to accepting things, she was rather stubborn about it, too.
The thought of those damned metal deathtraps breaking has her making a face, nose wrinkled in distaste] It is ridiculous, yes? I do not know how anyone can be comfortable in them and not be worried out of their minds that something will happen. If humans and elves were meant to fly, we'd be born with wings, dammit.
This is an easier life than I have back home, I must admit. Less obligations and more freedom. [It is half a lie. He worries just as much here as he does at home. In fact, the worries here are far greater than anywhere else.] But the price for such a thing is too high. [Robb sounds like a very serious old man when he says that.]
Gods...not even to mention the smaller ones. The ones we use to visit others. I like it not. [He pulls a very disgruntled face.] It is as if you are soaring the space sky inside an iron box driven by fire. [He throws his hands in the air.]
To be fair, I rather face a lot of men without my armor than doing that. [But at times it was necessary and unavoidable.] At times it sways as well.
Well...I do not know much about elves or anything like that. But I agree with what you say. [He laughs softly.] I am glad I can busy myself with these ridiculous modern weapons they have. The bump on the left side of my head has taught me about them. [The augment...]
[he does sound like an old man, so she has to comment on it] It is easier for me as well. Though I must ask, so forgive my forwardness - just how old are you?
That is exactly it, though, and I too would rather face an enemy without my armor than fly in those damned things. Unfortunately, it is a necessary evil. [that won't stop her from complaining, though]
The bump? —oh, the blasted augment. [her nose wrinkles] I had the unfortunate honor of learning about modern weapons elsewhere, quite personally. While they are interesting, I much prefer a sword.
[Robb does not find it forward at all. Of course he rather would say he is a man grown, but he is not a liar.]
Six and ten, my lady. Almost seven and ten. [That makes it sound a little better.] And you?
[He nods at her words.] They seem more deadly than any contraption I know. And I have seen some quite large maces and battle axes. My own sword used to be rather large as well. Larger than the one I am carrying now. [Still not as large as Ice, his father’s greatsword.] It is.
Aye, that thing. It made my brother fly once. [He shakes his head.] It seems to do things to our heads when the lords of Atroma will it so.
[Well, Robb thinks that as a good thing and he smiles broadly at her.]
Well, if I may say, you do not look twenty and eight.
[Robb nods again.]
Everyone deems them normal, yes. I know I should as well but it is difficult. Despite the knowledge they have given me they still feel foreign in my hands. [He bends his fingers a little as he says that.] It is. They know how to alter our thoughts... [He taps against it again.] And our abilities.
Anyone who thinks this is all fun and merrymaking finds themselves in the wrong.
[she smiles, and instead of explaining why she doesn't, just takes the compliment instead]
That is a sweet thing to say, thank you.
[there's something unsettling about that, that they can control them on a whim, mess with their thoughts and skills and - it reminds her of Kyriakos, and the scowl deepens]
Anyone who thinks this is all meant for fun is out of their bloody mind.
Well, puppets need to dance. So at the least make sure they dance in a fun way.
[Because that is all he is here. Some sort of pawn. And every thing he does has no purpose at all. It unsettles him greatly.]
It scares me to think that in modern ages...things like this...exist. [Still, to look at the sea is a pleasant thing. It has been a long time since he has seen it.] It feels unsafe.
[she wonders if maybe had they been both from a more modern time, this would make more sense, or they'd be less unsettled by it. But then again, she doubts the thought as well. Who wanted their entire lives on display? What sort of benefit would it serve outside of entertainment?]
It worries me as well, but we are not puppets, no matter how hard they try to make us seem that way. [she's been a puppet, in a sense. Tricked into doing things she regrets to this day]
Still, I would not know what to do about it. [He is not one for giving up or thinking about impossibilities. But to face the lords of Atroma he has to know about all the odd things that modern times have brought. And the concept of electricity is already strange enough. How a man has managed to capture lightning, it baffles him.] Not that I do not wish to. If I will get the chance I will act. [He mutters those words a little.]
There are just so many things you have to take into account...
Unfortunately, my past experience does not help in knowing what to do either. Not when they hide, like cowards. [the Echoes in Kyriakos hadn't hid themselves, but they were powerful; enough that for as much as she wanted to kill them, she had never been able to, and hadn't bothered trying.
She crosses her arms, lips pursed. It's a souring thought, being helpless again. She hates it]
I imagine if there is a chance, it will show itself. And those of us willing to take it will make it known to everyone.
Gods be good, this conversation is becoming rather gloomy, don’t you think? [He looks at her after saying that, a feint smile playing around his lips. The subject of the lords of Atroma never gets him very happy. If only, it only makes him more aware of how they might watch him now.]
I take it you are not from Westeros? [While asking that he hops backwards when a bigger wave comes for him. Yes, this is definitely going to result in a pair of wet breeches.]
[she can't help but smile back a little, inclining her head some] Just a bit, yes. Though I imagine it is more the topic, and not our moods. [because even if she could get fired up about the Atroma, she was still in a decent one, for once.
She doesn't mind backtracking, though, and she shakes his head]
I am not, no. I am from a country called Daear. Is that where you are from?
I think you are partially right. Still, talking about the lords of Atroma and their bloody antics does something negative to our moods, we cannot deny that.
[For a moment his smile is a bit of a pleased one, as if he has made a very right conclusion and the only thing he can do is being a little smug about it.]
I am not from Daear, my lady. But I do come from Westeros. [He figures that her world and his world are somewhat alike and that is the thing he finally says to her as well.]
That is certainly true. [maybe it was a testament to the progress she'd made with her anger and controlling it, that it was easier to simply change the subject and calm down some. Who knew, she sure didn't.
Westeros wasn't one she was familiar with and she tilts her head, curious]
They do seem similar, which is honestly a relief. Is there magic in your world too?
Ah . . . [that was a surprise to her, but then again, any world that didn't have magic surprised her]
That is where our worlds differ, then. We have swords and shields, but there is magic as well. [she lifts her hand to wiggle her fingers] I am a mage, as well as a swordsman.
[Robb feels a little antsy at her mentioning magic. Even though he knows he should embrace it properly, it still makes him feel uneasy.
It is something that cannot be explained, something he cannot put his fingers on.]
Then what cuts deeper? A sword, or a well aimed...spell?
[Doesn't magic seem to be the more powerful thing. If you can put the torch to a castle without lifting an arm or taking hold of a bow...just by saying a couple of words...]
[she tilts her head at his expression; that's a new one for her. She'd yet to find someone actually wary of magic, or at least uncertain of it. It's almost refreshing, in a way]
It depends upon one's enemy, and if they have magic on their side. But generally, I reserve my magic for those I don't wish a quick death for.
[OOC: wow, that first sentence in my earlier tag does not make any sense at all. I meant to say: “If the enemy does not know magic at all, all the sorcerer has to do is cast some sort of spell to make their hearts stop beating.” English can be hard sometimes, sorry for that!]
But that is what it is, not? The ones that use magic would win regardless.
[At her offer he tenses a little. It has always been troublesome to accept things he cannot explain right off the bat.]
Um...very well, if you insist. [Still, he does take a couple of steps backwards, assuming that it could harm him.]
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To them we are the ones who speak strange. Not even to mention the references to these renaissance fairs we obviously belong to. [Robb sighs.] All in all, it is overwhelming at times, my lady. It is had to come to terms with the changes in our lives. I truly prefer the sight of Riverrun above that of the space ship.
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[and, petulantly] I prefer much to the ships - even the swamps in the west. I'd rather trudge through those than spend time on those blasted metal boxes.
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Exactly! And then there is the fact that they just fly way above the clouds. What if they break and we all fall down to...to nothing. [There is a relieved and somewhat happy undertone in his voice, glad that he is finally able to tell this to someone who can relate.] Even my siblings do not bother with it!
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The thought of those damned metal deathtraps breaking has her making a face, nose wrinkled in distaste] It is ridiculous, yes? I do not know how anyone can be comfortable in them and not be worried out of their minds that something will happen. If humans and elves were meant to fly, we'd be born with wings, dammit.
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Gods...not even to mention the smaller ones. The ones we use to visit others. I like it not. [He pulls a very disgruntled face.] It is as if you are soaring the space sky inside an iron box driven by fire. [He throws his hands in the air.]
To be fair, I rather face a lot of men without my armor than doing that. [But at times it was necessary and unavoidable.] At times it sways as well.
Well...I do not know much about elves or anything like that. But I agree with what you say. [He laughs softly.] I am glad I can busy myself with these ridiculous modern weapons they have. The bump on the left side of my head has taught me about them. [The augment...]
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That is exactly it, though, and I too would rather face an enemy without my armor than fly in those damned things. Unfortunately, it is a necessary evil. [that won't stop her from complaining, though]
The bump? —oh, the blasted augment. [her nose wrinkles] I had the unfortunate honor of learning about modern weapons elsewhere, quite personally. While they are interesting, I much prefer a sword.
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Six and ten, my lady. Almost seven and ten. [That makes it sound a little better.] And you?
[He nods at her words.] They seem more deadly than any contraption I know. And I have seen some quite large maces and battle axes. My own sword used to be rather large as well. Larger than the one I am carrying now. [Still not as large as Ice, his father’s greatsword.] It is.
Aye, that thing. It made my brother fly once. [He shakes his head.] It seems to do things to our heads when the lords of Atroma will it so.
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You seem much older than that. [she bites her lip on a grin] Twenty-eight. I will be twenty-nine near the year's end.
At least with maces and axes, there are ways to handle those. One must simply tolerate these, as though they are - normal.
[she blinks, before she scowls] That sort of thing is possible here as well? Bloody hell.
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Well, if I may say, you do not look twenty and eight.
[Robb nods again.]
Everyone deems them normal, yes. I know I should as well but it is difficult. Despite the knowledge they have given me they still feel foreign in my hands. [He bends his fingers a little as he says that.] It is. They know how to alter our thoughts... [He taps against it again.] And our abilities.
Anyone who thinks this is all fun and merrymaking finds themselves in the wrong.
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That is a sweet thing to say, thank you.
[there's something unsettling about that, that they can control them on a whim, mess with their thoughts and skills and - it reminds her of Kyriakos, and the scowl deepens]
Anyone who thinks this is all meant for fun is out of their bloody mind.
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Well, puppets need to dance. So at the least make sure they dance in a fun way.
[Because that is all he is here. Some sort of pawn. And every thing he does has no purpose at all. It unsettles him greatly.]
It scares me to think that in modern ages...things like this...exist. [Still, to look at the sea is a pleasant thing. It has been a long time since he has seen it.] It feels unsafe.
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It worries me as well, but we are not puppets, no matter how hard they try to make us seem that way. [she's been a puppet, in a sense. Tricked into doing things she regrets to this day]
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There are just so many things you have to take into account...
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She crosses her arms, lips pursed. It's a souring thought, being helpless again. She hates it]
I imagine if there is a chance, it will show itself. And those of us willing to take it will make it known to everyone.
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Gods be good, this conversation is becoming rather gloomy, don’t you think? [He looks at her after saying that, a feint smile playing around his lips. The subject of the lords of Atroma never gets him very happy. If only, it only makes him more aware of how they might watch him now.]
I take it you are not from Westeros? [While asking that he hops backwards when a bigger wave comes for him. Yes, this is definitely going to result in a pair of wet breeches.]
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She doesn't mind backtracking, though, and she shakes his head]
I am not, no. I am from a country called Daear. Is that where you are from?
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[For a moment his smile is a bit of a pleased one, as if he has made a very right conclusion and the only thing he can do is being a little smug about it.]
I am not from Daear, my lady. But I do come from Westeros. [He figures that her world and his world are somewhat alike and that is the thing he finally says to her as well.]
I think our worlds are quite alike.
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Westeros wasn't one she was familiar with and she tilts her head, curious]
They do seem similar, which is honestly a relief. Is there magic in your world too?
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Ah...no... There used to...if I have to believe the history books and the stories told by Old Nan. It is all swords and shields now.
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That is where our worlds differ, then. We have swords and shields, but there is magic as well. [she lifts her hand to wiggle her fingers] I am a mage, as well as a swordsman.
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It is something that cannot be explained, something he cannot put his fingers on.]
Then what cuts deeper? A sword, or a well aimed...spell?
[Doesn't magic seem to be the more powerful thing. If you can put the torch to a castle without lifting an arm or taking hold of a bow...just by saying a couple of words...]
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It depends upon one's enemy, and if they have magic on their side. But generally, I reserve my magic for those I don't wish a quick death for.
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If the enemy does not do magic all the sorcerer has to do is cast some sort of spell to make their heart stop beating.
[A sigh.]
It is not a pleasant idea to be the one who is facing a sorcerer in battle.
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[that's . . . powerful magic, and magic she isn't capable of casting, were it to even exist in her world] That sounds like an unfair advantage.
That is not the sort of magic I cast. [a pause, and a considering look] Would you like to see? It will not harm you.
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“If the enemy does not know magic at all, all the sorcerer has to do is cast some sort of spell to make their hearts stop beating.” English can be hard sometimes, sorry for that!]
But that is what it is, not? The ones that use magic would win regardless.
[At her offer he tenses a little. It has always been troublesome to accept things he cannot explain right off the bat.]
Um...very well, if you insist. [Still, he does take a couple of steps backwards, assuming that it could harm him.]
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