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overflow for Caster (Cú Chulainn)

[futhark]

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Lex

[futhark]

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[ F r i e n d.

Caster takes the wagging as being given a green light and scratches Dogmeat behind the ear. He's multitasking here, because just because the doggo gets attention doesn't mean he's letting go of the conversation ]

Sounds like someone with your wide-array of skills is exactly what's in demand here. [ It's not even flattery or mockery, he delivers it as if it was an absolute fact ] With what's outside the wall and what-not

[ He was always someone living in the "now", living in the "here." It only got more intense in this unlife, temporary being and whole that jazz. Be called to do something (usually kill or protect) and then disappear. It hasn't changed. ]

On the other hand-- a break is nice too.

[lonewanderer]

[ Friend! The tail wagging is indeed a green light, and Dogmeat is more than happy to lean into the scratches. ]

The magic part is new, [ Lex replies, leaning back against the wall a little. They're talking shop - that doesn't mean that a fight is going to break out right here, right now. ] But everything I used to deal with was new to me too, at one point.

[ More recently than it seems, sometimes, too. There's a little quirk of her lips when he mentions a break, and Lex gestures at the water between them. ]

Took a near-lethal dose of radiation back home, trying to activate a water purifier. The healers here have helped, but I'm supposed to take it easy for a few days.

[futhark]

Forced break still counts as a break. At least they let you out to see the city. The healers I knew would sooner strangle you than let you leave the house.

[ Radiation. Water-purifier. Yeah, some of the words he knows the meaning, but it's clear as a day they could be as well two books on far away shelves. What he gets from it is- survived mortal danger trying to do something important. Then gotten dragged here. Fun. ]

How nice of them to take care of the injured. [ And... it's not said with sarcasm. ] They adhere to the law of hospitality, but what's next?

[ Scented baths with flowers are not the best place to let existential dread to sink in, quick time to commune with the dog brethren ]

[lonewanderer]

The healers I know would inject me with something and kick me out the door, [ Lex laughs, absently rubbing at an arm. ] More injuries, more business.

[ Maybe that was a disservice to them, but- they didn't have the time, energy, supplies, or space for long-term care for any but the most serious of cases. What they did have were effective supplies, and if Lex had any of her RadAway on her when she came through, she would have been fine. ]

Not sure, though. Right now it sounds like they could use the bodies, but if we're less useful than we appear...

[ Existential dread? Nah, this was survival. ]

[futhark]

Some healers they were— [ Caster huffs, as he watches Dogmeat get some last scratches and then continue paddling around. ] But if these guys here are anything like the mages I know, then we might be in some deep shit.

[ IF they are, that's a big if. ]

That's a lot of guessing and something to worry about later, I suppose. [ Scavenger, ruins left for hundreds of years, murder lizard ] It's in a rough place, the "where you come from" place, huh?

[lonewanderer]

"Plenty of 'you aren't dying, get out of my sight'.

[ Magic, though. Lex shakes her head before reaching up with both arms, using the water to slick back some of her hair. ]

Closest I've ever seen to magic was bad news, but- no real experience with it. Just that rough place where I come from [ with a little laugh ] and knowing that people can be... real fucking assholes.

[ But that doesn't mean she has to be. She shifts in the water, then offers him her hand. ]

I'm Lex. The cute one is Dogmeat.

Belial

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[ Being a Man of Many Talents is a thing to be proud of, after all! Tailor for mages is almost like their hairstylist, gets to know lots of interesting things just by virtue of being around their idle chatter. Or something. ]

Oh, it was just a guess! Everyone can be just simply captivated by their reflection. This dusty room makes for a great backdrop- [ His voice lightens gaining a joking lilt to it, fingers tracing the engravement of a spear on the side of his mirror. Right where exactly nothing interesting is for all the other onlookers. Damn, even the mirror must mock him. ]

And yet not one person wants to be in it right now.

[ "Worlds" huh? ]

The rift could be just between space. Or time.

[ It didn't have to be between "worlds" Some high-concept stuff as was said. ]

[bluffer]

Perhaps if you're going for a more depressing look. [ A room filled with dust and mirrors that do not even appear half as captivating as his own. Though if people were to see the rim of the mirror decorated with the horns of a demons, markings that seem harshly scratched against its surrounding with a white snake that encircles around it -- they would know that he's not a man to be trusted.

Though they can't, fortunately, which works in Belial's favor as he follows the fingers that touch the man's mirror with his eyes. ]

Either way the concept of it seems unbelievable. Though I can only imagine that we'll receive our answers elsewhere, and not in a room covered in dust with mirrors that obviously have a different owner to them.

[ He chuckles lightly to himself -- and then sneezes. ]

That said, how long are you going to admire yourself?

[futhark]

[ Even coming from different worlds those mirrors could tell a lot about who they ported. Probably a mercy these details are hidden behind the magic. Or maybe the details are what is magical here?

He returns a chuckle hearing the jab, and takes off his hood ]

Almost there- not every day I get to take advantage of looking all mysterious. [ And dusty, but that is also part of the "mysterious" vibe, isn't it? Talk some more and he is going to cough- ] Time to seek that "elsewhere".

[ He finally moves away from the mirror and even attempts to dust off his robe. Don't kneel on a floor that had not seen a broom in months. The mass of people is moving towards exit as well, following the boy most likely. But there is a pull - of magical origin possibly? - that draws Caster on the outside as well. ]

Unfortunately, when you land in a world far away, answers are rarely prepared to you.

[ Speaking from experience- Though there were situations when yes, they were. But then his Master does have a tendency to walk in and announce they are from years this and this without any attempt at secrecy... ]

[bluffer]

[ Dusty definitely doesn't make him seem mysterious -- but to each their own, and fortunately Belial isn't a mind reader so he doesn't have a legitimate say in this at all.

They begin to leave the room and its contents behind them, walking behind and only looking back as that longing sensation pulls at his heartstrings. Belial gazes into his mirror, sees a face that he misses, and turns away again -- sating agitation and longing with the fact that he'll need to adapt in order to bring him back to his most important person. ]

That may be true, but that only means you have to go out to find them. Though I won't try to be too optimistic, realistically I predict the residents here will be just as surprised that we're here.

[futhark]

I'd rather they called us here for a reason— [ Mainly because he's not fond of magical accidents, they usually go wrong ] but you're right that's way too optimistic scenario.

[ The first thing Caster notices when they leave the building- that sure is one moon too many on the sky. This whole thing with mirrors (and this place in general) is so weird he had even forgotten about something very basic ]

...name's Caster, by the way. [ Just throwing an introduction ]

[bluffer]

Belial. [ He answers swiftly, his tone not the least bit flat and much more friendly than his expression leads on. ]

Well there's no real reason to think too hard on a reason when we can quickly find an answer. The best that we can do, really, is just find those that may know about our appearance and see what they have to say... hell, they may even think that our appearance is an odd phenomenon.

Archer

[futhark]

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[ 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. ]

[boneofsword]

[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?

[futhark]

[ Stop with the Hawkeye B+. Archers and their perceptiveness, ugh. ]

I'm starting to feel you're asking questions you know the answer to. [ He huffs. A little. He should be the one being irritating, his spot is taking- granted, he's much more chilled out as Caster, but he still can be a pest. ]

They look as if they got the same origin as Ogham runes. [ Or you know that they are the next step, many hundreds of years later. Surprise Archer, you get an actual answer instead of him being a smartass ] Parts are readable, but I don't guarantee accuracy in what I can read.

[boneofsword]

[Archer is using his analytical skills to sort all the information he can find. He noticed the curious similarity almost immediately, but one coincidence could be an accident. When coincidencies follow, though, things get way too complicated.]

I don't know the answers, merely suspect what it may be. Without the definite answer from someone who knows the runes or the language it's a hypothesis. [Caster gets a head tilt and hint of expression that could be a smile and not a smirk. It doesn't last, though.] I suppose the language is similar to those you know?

[After all, Cú Chulainn travelled far and wide, studied under a Scottish witch, has learned at least a few languages along the way.]

[futhark]

[ Caster looks into a swirl of the drink at the bottom of his pint glass. But it's not what he is captivated by. The voices around them- conversations, yells, songs. They all understand each other, they all were granted the ability to speak the same tongue as the natives. That on itself isn't surprising for him, that kind of magic they are used to - Grail always takes care that summoned spirits are updated with enough of the knowledge to fit the times they appear in. It's melody, it's accent-

The guy here knows his name anyway so he can admit it easily. ]

It is. [ That's it, that's the confirmation as he chugs down the rest of the drink and turns around to head and look for more. Or maybe for food ] I like the melody it got to it, even your voice carries it well.

[ Either a compliment or a jab. Or both at once. But they are on the festival and it's gotten so serious again- ]

Forget your worries until morning, pass between the fires- and if you can take a candle with flame taken from here. You might be surprised what awaits you if you do.

[boneofsword]

[All the revelry around means nothing to Archer. He never did learn to enjoy the moment, and as duty and regrets continued to pile up it was impossible. What he can do is to be a silent company wearing a smirk too bitter for the festivities.

He does end drinking a beer or two, not enough to sleep under the table but enough to feel the buzz. Hn, perhaps he does enjoy the company, for he's loathe to leave Caster to his amusements. That, or the amount of beer his companion consumes. Archer amuses himself by trying to guess how much more untill Caster drinks himself under the table.

...he doesn't.]

Zelda

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If your things are here then maybe it is your room! [ People travel. Some travel from realm to realm, from city to city, apparently traveling from room to room is a thing too.

He nonchalantly hops off the bed and moves in the direction of the door. There is enough panic in this room, no need to look threatening ]

I'm going back to whatever I was doing before I decided to laze around, you keep napping- [ A small pause in his upbeat tone. These rooms were assigned at random, not everyone is going to get along, and then there are also dangers... ] No one will bother you here.

[sageprincess]

[She clutches her possessions protectively close to her chest after fishing them out from their hiding spot, wide eyes watching this strange man all the while as he move around the room. She's too anxious, too off-balance to understand what he's trying to do, to make sense of what his cheerful tone is trying to say.]

N-- No, I couldn't-- I could not possibly...

[She also has legitimately no idea how to argue this. How can he be so nonchalant about finding a stranger in his room, asleep in his bed!!]

[futhark]

Why not?

[ It does feel as if he was in a room with a cornered animal. HE IS TRYING TO BE THE MOST ACCOMMODATING, he will even just lean on the wall as harmlessly as he can, as far away as he can. ]

I suggested it, didn't I?

[sageprincess]

Well, yes, but--...

[Now the cornered animal is just... terribly confused. Some of the tension leaves her shoulders as she looks up at him, perplexed.]

I just... I do not see why you would, when I have intruded upon your space and offered to leave already...

[That level of hospitality just doesn't exist. There has to be some ulterior motive. She's not paranoid, shut up.]

[futhark]

[ Welcome to Celtic traditions surrounding hospitality, they can be weird ]

Sure, I'll be blunt— You're tired, and for one reason or another, you can't sleep in your room. [ Vague shrugs. He is getting a bit confused on her confusion, which would end making them more both very confuzzled animals. So better to explain it as directly as possible. ]

I'm not the type to kick out someone needing help, hospitality is a sacred thing, no? I lose nothing for letting you nap on my bed when I'm not using it. [ The fact that he is weak to beautiful women might have something to do with it too. But in general, if anyone needed a nap space and wasn't a raging asshole, he'd let them. ]

[sageprincess]

[Her face (and ears) flush upon hearing his explanation, her body tensing with embarrassment rather than fear as she finds some interesting spot of wall to stare at instead of looking anywhere at him. Goddesses, is she really so obvious?]

You... You are making a great deal of assumptions right now.

[A weak attempt at salvaging even the smallest amount of pride. She hates this, this is the worst, she's going to go find a cave and live out in the woods--]

And that kind of thinking opens you up to thieves and other dishonest sorts as well, you realize. [Something she is very, very, very well acquainted with herself.] It is not as though you know anything about me, after all.