middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

[They are painfully alike, right down to incredible memory and attention to detail.]

I will. First I have to actually test that, though.

Mmhmm.

[She doesn't mean to be rude but Maria is more or less drifting off. She had been asleep before and now that she's laid back down on that far too soft pillow... well.]

I wouldn't say any of ours was "magic", either. The people mutated because of their Blood.

[It is so much more complicated than that; and Maria knows the gist of it, and how the Blood they used was making everyone sick, but there were greater pursuits to go after.]

Mm. I could say that. It looks almost like the place I left... but the creatures are much better behaved. [She closes her eyes and sinks down into the water again. Ah, it feels nice.]

Perhaps. I'm not sure of the wisdom of letting your guard down too far. Many places I've been to didn't take kindly to foreigners. [Hell, the Yharnamites hated the Cainhurst people and... well, everyone else, too, so she had to tread carefully for a bit.]

But... it is more relaxed than those places, so any ugliness will likely make itself known later. Keep on the lookout for it.

｢ ooc: continued from here ｣

[ Archer your drinking skills are weak. Shame it's not like XXI century, you could be useful as the sober driver. Caster, however, is not yet on the level where he would be so intoxicated to walk right into this question--

no, wait, he doesn't need alcohol to do that. He does cast Archer a crooked grin combined with an annoyed glance. Where's the whole, no talking real names in the field rule? ]

The city? No. [ Too technologically advanced, too far removed from his time. ] But there are things-

[ He makes a circle with his hand holding a mostly empty pint, as if he was trying to draw around the fire ]

The celebrations, for example. [ Definitely not just that. ]

[ continued from here!

figures it's a similar sentiment, kaoru asking a guy for help, and koga having to turn around from that sweet, intoxicating smell. truth be told, the first few (many) words, he had ignored them all. not even leon paid it much mind, but koga has a short-temper, you see, and too much whining is bound to annoy him. the alternatives, here, are to just keep distancing himself from the noise, or to shut it up at all.

so like a good junior, of course he clicks his tongue and snaps out of it, again, to turn around and come back for his useless senior. leave it to koga to be the responsible man, always. ]

Watch your step, dammit. You a kid or somethin'? I seriously should'a leave ya here so you can learn your lesson. [ ah, actually... ] Hmmm~ ♪ Actually, that ain't a bad idea at all. Serves ya well for all the times you treated me like a damn dog.

[ through all the talk, however, there seems to be some rustling sounds nearby. that sweet smell seems to have come closer somehow, and more than ever, koga seems to be more and more drawn to it. if only something about it weren't so weird, because y'know - it's not like koga oogami to be so fascinated by something sweet, but the more that scent fills his nostrils, the less he seems to worry about anything at all. ]

I think there's somethin' nearby. You can hear it too, right? Like something's movin' between the plants. Maybe's the source of this smell? Maybe I should leave ya there and investigate it all by myself, like findin' a lost treasure and gettin' to claim it without having to share it! ☆

[ except this is a very, very bad idea. ]

From what I have heard of the Cwyld... the Hunt will be very long, in fact, yes. [She doesn't feel as tired as she probably should at her age (whatever age that is, though that was a long time in the Nightmare).]

They want us to fight back against the corruption. I see no reason not to, necessarily.

[ Keith's lip's twisted at the comment, a wry smile lacking in mirth. ]

Something like that, yeah. We try to be peace keepers more than soldiers, but unfortunately... When you're fighting against an evil empire hell bent on galaxy oppression, peace takes work.

[ 'Takes sacrifice.' was implied in the grim expression on Keith's face, but not said. ]

What about you, what do you do?

[Archer meets his glance with one of his own. Seriously, you're not the only Irish hero, doge. In times of yore his country has been what Venice has been during the Renaissance. Asking is not quite sharing true name, for Archer keeps his voice low on purpose.]

The traditions. [he echoes and takes another sip.] What about the runes on the trinket?

[ Her answer was what Keith had expected, but it still helped him to feel at least a little better. At least he wasn't the only one experiencing it- wasn't crazy yet. The smile he gives her isn't relieved though, more strained than anything, and he let out a sigh. ]

That's kind of what I figured, but... I'm not sure I like the feeling. I'm not- magical, back home. Not really. I mean, I can activate a dagger and turn it into a sword, or turn my bayard and make it... whatever weapon I want, I think, I've only tried sword honestly- but that isn't really magic. [Well maybe it was, just a little. But Keith wasn't going to call it that. ]

Just something else to get used to, I guess. [ And more responsibility not to misuse. ]

I'll try not to be like a little kid with his first firecracker. [ Keith laughed. ]

[ Caster frowns as he rewinds a few faces he noticed here. All of them foreign to him, and none really fit the description she provides. ]

...I'm afraid not. [ No point in lying or giving false hope by being unsure. ] But I will keep an eye for them for you.

[ At least they sound like they would be easy to recognize. Eyepatches or bandages are not really popular accessory around here ]

Hasty conclusions are pretty much all we got at this point. I'd dig in about this countryman of yours and ask questions, buuut...

I just don't give enough fucks. I'm here for the long haul whatever turns out to be true of all this shit. Somebody brought us, somebody didn't, magical anomaly or planned spell shit... I've got like five whole minutes of fucks to give and we've reached the end of that, soooo...

[ He waved a hand while turning and walking away. ]

Catch you tomorrow, hot stuff!

[ Fortunate. Keith snorted at the word. She wasn't wrong, but it was funny to Keith the things that they found 'fortunate' these days. ]

Sturdy or not, that battle was... rough. Ihope we managed, I hope everything is okay back home. If we didn't defeat that thing- if there are more of them... [ Keith's hands balled into fists against the covers, a slow, steadying breath leaving him. No matter what had happened back home, there was nothing he could do about it from here, for now. Shiro would take care of things in their absence. The other's would be able to handle it. They would endure, they would win. They always did. ]

Everyone has secrets; that's to be expected, really. But if it's common knowledge, or you like sharing... I won't be bored.

[Just maybe a little on the nosy side.]

Will you tell me who you are, in your society? Your role, position and responsibilities?

Even with support from friends, it can still be a little overwhelming sometimes. [ Keith was quieter with the admission, before shaking his head a little. This was no time to get down on himself, to doubt his leadership abilities. The team would be fine without himself and Allura for now= they had managed before. Besides, Shiro was still there to offer guidance. To lead in his and Allura's absence.

Of course, there would be no one to pilot the black lion, no one to pilot blue. They'd be without Voltron- they had to get back. Sooner, rather than later. ]

I never wanted to be a leader. [ Keith laughed, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. ] I was never one who played well with others. I didn't think I could handle a team, a coalition. I still... [ He still had doubts. Insecurities. ]

But I'm trying to do my best. And that's all anyone can hope for, right?

Yeah? It's not? I haven't even had the chance to follow that dream. Maybe it'll be different here. At least for a while.

[Because Zack is still thinking that someday soon they'll be going home. This isn't their homeworld, after all. And while he doesn't completely trust this world yet they might as well fill in their time.]

Then it's settled. We'll find a place with a couple of rooms and some honest work.

[He seems pleased.]

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[It's a brief glimpse of a person that Archer was before. His eyes soften the tiniest bit when she smiles.]

Too many to choose from. [there is, from savory or sweet pies through pancake wraps with a variety of fillings to sponge cake.] Those rolls look tasty, but there's so many flavors that I can't decide.

[He's curious how food here differs.]

"Sounds good to me," Lex replies, looking a bit bemused. The food smells good, at least, and sharing- well, she can do that.

With Dogmeat and Yako, as it turns out.

"Do you recognize any of this?"

[ Keith gladly shakes back, grip firm but not crushing. The sort of good strong handshake expected of a soldier. But Keith can tell that Diarmuid's attention isn't going to remain on him long, and he's perfectly fine with Kosmo getting more attention than he does. It's been that way mostly since he arrived, and Kosmo is more than unique looking enough to call for it.

Kosmo shuffled forward as the other sat down, putting his big head right against the other's chest, revelling in the scratches and all of the attention he's been getting, and maybe, just maybe hamming it up a little to make Keith feel bad for calling him a mutt. It almost makes Keith laugh. ]

Honestly? Not as much as most. I travel the galaxy with my friends- so we've seen a lot of different places, a lot of different planets. Honestly it isn't even my first time in an alternate universe. [ Keith shook his head a little apologetically. ] If there isn't a little weirdness going on with the Voltron coalition then it can't be a day that ends in 'y'.

Like a disease?

[ She can understand that, at least. ]

The Monsters? [ What a weird term, for all that they didn't want them to be called beasts or creatures. Lex turns her head to let her hair drag through the water, reaching up to scrub at her scalp. ] Did you have witches back home, too?

[ The other's question stops Keith up short, and he has to pause and stare because honestly? He doesn't really know. ]

It just... is, I guess? She's one of five lions; the team that makes up Voltron. The Black Lion is the head of the team, then there's Red, the right hand, Blue, the right leg, Green, the left hand, and Yellow, the left leg. I didn't exactly pick the colours. [ He chuckles a bit, bringing up a hand to rub the scar along his cheek idly, before shrugging. ] I'll have to ask Allura about it sometime. Maybe she'll know.

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You and me both. At least then it gives you something to fight against. This is just-

This just sucks.

[ Aymeric's breaths are deceptively slow and even, with his back to Francel, but his eyes are open in the dark, fixed on some vague shadow on the wall. He's been listening to Francel's own soft breaths and making a mental inventory of the things he could be doing if only he didn't need to sleep.

He rolls onto his back — which puts him flush against Francel, but it's only for a moment — and looks at him in the dark, voice low. ]

What is it?

Huh. [ Keith blinks a little at the fact that Newt's used to being jumped on by weird animals, but decided not to really question it given the other's companion. Instead he just blew out a slow breath, running his hand through his shaggy hair once the wizard was back on his feet.

Kosmo leaned up into the other's hand when he was offered pets, tail wagging just slightly, before his head shifted to the zouwu. Kosmo, ever the smart wolf, shifted down onto his four paws, inclining his head in a submissive gesture and shuffling forward towards the zouwu. Trying to make friends? Just maybe. After all, it wasn't every day Kosmo got to interact with a creature as strange as he was. ]

Neither had I until him. He's a space wolf, as far as I know. I mean, I found him on the back of a giant space whale under attack from giant lice? Space wolf is my best guess.

[so he is awake. francel presses his cheek into the pillow and closes his eyes, mostly because he knows he will lose his nerve if he allows himself to look at aymeric now. his fingers curl in the sheets.]

...I think... I have been... unfair to you. But there are so many things that I feel... and all of them are too difficult to explain.

[he knows aymeric might not understand; he takes a breath and continues before the man can ask any questions.]

Before the archbishop was slain, I was not the man that I am now. I could wake up and expect to see Haurchefant... plot the reclamation of the Steel Vigil... drive off the fire and fangs of the Horde. I believed in the Fury. I dreamt of salvation. But now...

I wake... in the mornings... and expect nothing. I think nothing, I dream of nothing... because there is nothing left to long for. And I know that the people are happy... but I no longer feel joy.

[his eyes sting; he is crying into the pillow. it doesn't matter. he brings an arm up, wipes his tears.]

...I wish you could have met me when I was a better man.

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