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THE LAST HOMELY HOUSE ※ RIVENDELL ※ LOG 2
THE LAST HOMELY HOUSE
The group is told to take a week of rest in the Last Homely House as the injured and sick among them heal. The Elves promise them that at the end of that week, there will be a great Council, with representatives of several peoples in attendance.
Until then, they can wander the peaceful halls of Rivendell, which are filled with travelers from all over the Wilderlands who are making a rest stop while they travel through the lands of Middle-Earth.
The most notable part of Rivendell is the Hall of Fire, a great feast hall where people can eat, drink, and be merry. This is the great social hall of Rivendell, where the Elves and their visitors share news of lands far beyond, tell stories, or perform music. The music here almost sounds divine, especially when the Elves sing and play, but they're just as eager to hear songs from other lands, so if any of the squad decide to share, they'll be glad to listen.
Some of the hall's guests are a touch more lively than the others, like a party of dwarves staying at Rivendell. Their stories are a mite more adventurous and if you get in their good graces, they might be willing to share some of the beer they brought with them. Listening to their stories or their talk about their craftmanship is a way to get into their good graces.
The Elves love learning, so there are libraries the group is allowed to browse, though they mostly only contain tales of Middle-Earth (for now), though the Elves seem to be collecting what books about other lands they can. These libraries often have viewing stations with telescopes pointing at the sky. The Elves have been almost delighted by the changing skies, enjoying the challenge of trying to understand how the sky has been knitting itself together with the addition of new worlds.
There are also beautiful balconies here, overlooking the gorge and the waters below, and terraced gardens filled with flowers, bushes, and flowering trees. Their rooms are open to the outdoors and have beds that seem grown into the shape of bed-frames instead of carved. The bathrooms actually have running water. The Elves have figured out how to direct the clean running waters of the gorge in primitive indoor plumbing. Water for hot baths has to be heated first in brass cauldrons over coal braziers before getting dumped into the bath.
It's time for the squad to rest, eat, and regroup. If a great Council is going to be called involving them, it might be a good idea to make sure they go into it as a united front, lest decisions about their fate be made for them.
✦ Joint log: Since this camp period won't be particularly long, everything will take place in a joint log. Players can post starters with prompts for others and tag into other players' prompts.
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.
✦ Cursed Weapons/Powers: So they know about how they'll be treated: those with cursed weapons and dark powers will be tolerated by the Elves after entry. While they'll get the same general treatment, the Elves around them may at times seem uncomfortable. Those with cursed weapons will only be distrusted a little, as the weapons themselves will seem more suspicious than their bearers. Those with dark powers or some kind of dark nature (such as being a vampire, Necromancer mage, werewolf, etc.) will be treated with the greatest distrust.
✦ Fairy Swaps: The Elves may be slightly alarmed by the Brugh fairy swaps but get over it easily. However, if the character swapped in is one of the "dark" characters, the swap might be extra cause for alarm. (A potential prompt idea).
✦ Npcing: There will be two npc threads. The "Random Encounters" thread is for characters to have a totally random encounter with an npc. These npcs will be fellow travelers from lands beyond. While they can't give much information about the group's status as Chosen Ones (that will happen during the Council) they can provide info about events in the Wilderlands beyond that may come to affect the squad in their travels. The "Specific Requests" thread will be for more specific issues your character might want to discuss with the Elves. While they'll push any Chosen Ones discussion off to the Council, they're willing to discuss issues with the characters, like if they have questions about having received magic, about being bound to their weapons, etc. The Rivendell Elves have heard a lot of gossip from all over and can potentially provide info based on things they've heard.
✦ Clothes: The group will not yet be fully equipped for their travels (that will happen upon leaving) but everyone will at least be given new clothes since theirs are dirty and sometimes torn. Characters without appropriate travel footwear will also be given light and sturdy boots that will somehow be in their size without their size being asked. They'll also be given basic toiletries like scissors that can be used to cut hair and beards. There are no razors, however, because the Elves don't need to shave so they don't keep them on hand.
RANDOM ENCOUNTERS
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[Ange stops someone, looking at them with a somewhat haughty demeanor]
As you plainly can see, our group is barely holding itself together. If we were to be compared to clothing, we'd be more frayed and ruinous than the clothes we had before arriving here. We were caught off-guard by...a few malicious entities.
Are there factions or beings we should be aware of?
[For when they leave Rivendell, she means. The more information they have, the better, she thinks]
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Excuse me. Do you have a moment?
[They're immortal, Revan. They have infinite moments.]
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Know that I am aware how little meaning that title holds in these realms, but even so, I request audience with your leader. There are questions many, and answers perhaps they have. -She gives a polite bow as punctuation.-
DIXON | OTA
[It's amazing what a shower, a bed and not having a giant knifewound in one's back can do for a mood. Dixon woke up this morning feeling alive for the first time in weeks, clean and in fresh clothes and with only the milder pain of a healing, stitched wound. He feels warm again, the biting cold of the morgul-splinter removed; God only knows the Elves did with it.
For the first time in a long time he's felt his head on right. He keeps taking deep breaths every few minutes, as if to just savor the moment, the serenity. Every once in a while he thanks God. He's never been especially religious, but he's been grasping around trying to make good on Chief's command to find love. Unable to scrounge it up anywhere else, he turns to the one love he knows to be as unconditional as his momma's. It's a phrase baked into his bones by the geography he was born into: Jesus loves you.
Currently, he's sitting on the floor in the hallway, sketching away on some of the paper the Elves gave them all. It's not high-quality art, but it's relaxing, and the pages start to fill up with badly-proportioned trees, elves and birds. A few squad members make it into the art too, although with such little resemblance to their actual personages that they could be forgiven for mistaking themselves for other people. Or for blobs.
Unfortunately, he's positioned in such a way that someone coming down the staircase could easily trip right over him. He hasn't been considerate enough about the needs of people on the second floor.]
II. Hall of Fire
[For the first time since that endless fall that brought them here, Dixon feels like he's found his people. The main activity around supper has started to peter out, and that leaves the elves and dwarves who came to socialize and eat dessert and break into the store of dwarven beer. Dixon's rarely better (and rarely worse) than when he has a drink and company, and when he gets chatty he cozies up to the nearest table.
By luck, the table Dixon ended up at was full of Mirkwood elves and a group of dwarves (who don't seem to know to be offended when he refers to them as "midgets"), all of whom discussing the Elven musical performance that preceded. Dixon doesn't know any technical terms for music, but he does get enthusiastic in his appreciation for what he just heard, and one lubricated thing led to another slightly more lubricated thing.
Within half an hour, the table is singing together, a combination of Elven paeans, dwarven working songs and human classics like "Wayfaring Stranger" and "Joy to the World" (the fun one). It's the very definition of merriment. The dwarves get a little looser with their tap and the group starts to break into harmonies over "It Must Have Been Love", although it's just the chorus over and over as Dixon doesn't spend time teaching them the verses.
He can be caught between these rounds of song getting up and grabbing food or rounds of beer from the tuns for the table, grinning ear to ear, only a little tipsy, whistling in harmony with whatever dwarven song they're still singing at the table.]
III. Balcony
[On the rare occasion that Dixon decides he's going to be any sort of productive, he's been trying to work out the magic of his shield. None of the elves seem keen to help him with it - they look at it as if he just brought in a handful of roadkill, something disgusting and possibly poisonous - but after running out of magic on the battlefield earlier, he figures it's best to understand its limits.
One of the things he's noticed (rather abruptly) is that the instant it leaves his hand he forgets how to use it. And that he can call it back to his hand if he throws it or leaves it somewhere. It'll zip around corners or fly to get back to him.
The combination of the two leaves him in the tricky position where he can call it, but he can't catch it. If it's built up any speed at all, it has a tendency to crash back into him, knocking him on his ass or rapping his knuckles or smashing into his face. He tries it about four times before realizing that that's the problem.
And then he tries it about a hundred more times trying to fix it, tossing the shield off the balcony, calling it back and making a vain and flailing attempt to keep control of it. It isn't a shield designed for throwing - the shape is all wrong - but he can still get fifty yards or so on it with the distance of the balcony. That sends it coming back pretty quickly, which he thinks he'll need to know.
It's way harder than catching a baseball. Figuring the healers will cover for him, he doesn't worry about the cut hands, bruised knuckles or black eye. He even finds it satisfying. Deserved, at least.
To his credit, he doesn't stop. That's about all that he can be given credit for, because he also doesn't seem to be improving. Every few minutes there's a "fuck!" or a "Jesus Christ!" or even the occasional "shit, I'm bleeding" somewhat audible from below the balcony.]
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[Or...something like that. Ange isn't sure. She has been around, hearing the sounds of the shield being thrown and coming back to hit Dixon. She ignored it the first few dozen times, but after a while she can't just let it go without comment]
Are you trying to do something specific, or did you just decide a few bruises would complement the new clothes?
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[Hiccup asks with a smile. It's nice to see Dixon having fun after the difficulty he had with the trip here. Toothless is nearby, upending and shaking his food basket to dislodge a fish that's stuck on the fibers.]
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[Luckily for everyone involved Kal was paying enough attention that he doesn’t quite trip, but only because he stops himself in time. He looks… much better than he did after the battle, but not having Dementors and his own clone playing tug of war with his soul probably helps a lot with that. Not to mention being able to rest up in an actual bed, and the food.
He’s actually munching on something right now. Elven bread is amazing, let him tell you.]
Those are cute. [He says, motioning at the drawings with a smile.] Did you draw them?
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Dixon, what are you doing?
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You seem to be recovering well.
[ He offers, either as a way of opening the conversation or simply as an observation. ]
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ANGE | OPEN
[Kind of a stupid thing to say, some would think, but to her all these different people from Rivendell make very clear this is as far away from home as she can be. Elves...dwarves...it's amazing]
When you look at this place, you wouldn't think there's something wrong going on with the world. It's...it really is beautiful.
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Many beautiful things hold a more dangerous truth behind them. Beware of deception, mamzel.
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apologies for the wait!
Arturia Pendragon ♦ Open
She devours huge quantities of the light, delicious Elven bread often spread with huge quantities of butter and honey. She drank moderately of the wine and mead the elves served but was much, much more interested in the food. At one of the meals (supper?), she leans over to one of her neighbors and points towards a platter further down that's covered in roasted meats and vegetables. ]
...Could you pass that one down this way?
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[She doesn't even turn her head while passing the platter. Enjoy the roasted meat!]
Who knows how long it'll be before we have the chance to try food like these ones again. I'm not looking forward to returning to the usual food we have on the road.
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sothe | open
Sothe doesn't particularly care, either way.
He keeps a low profile, most of the time - whether that seems to imply more "moody tweenager" or "shifty thief" probably depends on how favorably inclined you are (or aren't) towards him, but he doesn't seek out much from their hosts, and no matter how comfortable and safe the locale seems, he still always keeps one eye on the exit to wherever he happens to be.
The only luxury he seems to take to without reservation? The food. Kind of impressive how much he manages to put away, for being small as he is, really. ]
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Hey, you-
[But then he sees who it is, and there's a chill that sets over him. What with his network meltdown, Sothe's elusiveness, and Dixon's injury, he hasn't gotten a chance to catch up with the kid he barely dragged off the battlefield. He hasn't even gotten any information about Sothe's state except that he's alive. There's a way that the very concept of Sothe sets a stone in Dixon's stomach, flashes his brain back to crying into Sothe's hair in complete despair, trying to keep the kid awake and only registering the failure.]
Hey.
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Hanbei Takenaka + Pikachu | Open
[After being pulled from his peaceful home and dumped into the middle of tension-filled chaos, finally there's a chance for him to breathe. Which Hanbei will take gladly over being ushered along with no sense of what was going on- short of needing to assist these others in their endeavor to save the "Green".
Once he's clear to roam about on his own after being looked over (how thoughtful of these elves), the young man keeps his small companion extra close. The view from many of the balconies are certainly sights to behold though.]
Mm. I can't say I haven't been this kind of far away from home before.
[Hanbei pauses as if it's only to let the mouse respond back in the only way that Pokemon do, but then he turns- the comment apparently just for whoever happens to be approaching.]
So who am I required to find for a few more answers about this quest we've been recruited into?
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B - Light Screen
[Never the sort to overexert himself, Hanbei will nonetheless be curious over the dea that he was one of those being given something to be more of use to the group than just a strategist and relying on his Pikachu to make up for what he otherwise lacks combat-wise.
... Magic aside from what can make various Pokemon so fantastical is is an easy task it seems. Sparkles of something manifest at his fingertips if Hanbei tries hard enough at his current understanding, but that's all. So he's found a place to somewhat recline and closes his eyes in thought.
This really isn't an attempt at a nap this time, but plenty of people are capable of finding ways to fall asleep while meditating for an epiphany.]
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[Got something else in mind? Come at me!]
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[Hello, Hanbei! What's up!]
Whether we'll find out soon is a different matter altogether. For once it seems there's a chance we will.
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Clark Kent / Superman | OTA
[Of course Kal was going to visit the library first of all. Anyone who’s gotten to know him shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. He showers first, of course, and there are some wounds to be tended to. But all in all he got off lucky so as soon as he’s sure his wounds aren’t going to be infected he makes a beeline towards the library.
He’s sitting down surrounded by books, apparently reading three at once and he seems to be… taking notes. He’s got some papers scattered around as well, and while he really (really) misses ballpoint pens and his trusty notebook he’s making do with what he’s done. All his writing shorthand, though- old habits die hard and all that.
Kal looks up as soon as he notices someone else entering the library.]
Sorry, I… made a bit of a mess, didn’t I?
2; Hall of Fire
[Okay, now that he isn’t basically an autotroph being anymore (thanks, sun) he does get hungry eventually. So he can be seen just filling his plate with what is, frankly, a lot of food. He’s been hungry for a while by now and it’s not a feeling he’s used to, okay? It’s going to take a few tries for him to learn how much he can actually eat. That’s going to be his excuse and he’s sticking to it.
But, if anyone’s paying attention to him they may notice he’s actually… slowly but surely filling backpacks with whatever good seems like it will hold up for a long time. They aren’t going to be spending forever in this place, after all, and Kal can’t stop thinking about the kids that are travelling with them. About his own son. He’s not going to allow any of them to go hungry, wherever they may go next.
But he’s still going to be looking a little sheepish if he notices anyone caught him red handed.]
3; Hall of Fire - with the Dwarves
[Eventually he makes his way to the end of the table with the happy, boastful dwarves and he seems to be having… a pretty good time, actually. He’s taking notes (again), trying to record their stories to see if he can find any similarities between what they are telling him and what he’s found in the books, which seems to have put the Dwarves in a good mood.
And Kal’s not going to say no to good beer.]
4; Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure!]
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[She's not approving of the way everything's shoved haphazardly, but it's better than not having anything. She just hopes it'll last for a while]
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Agrias Oaks | Open
She sits on a table by herself at the Hall of Fire, a mug filled with mead as her only real company. She'll not turn away company if it finds her, but for the time being, Agrias is content to just keeping to her own devices and pondering.
Pondering and reflecting.]
The table is open should you wish to sit, Ser.
[And speaking of that company.]
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Tis a truly beautiful nation, these elves keep.
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REVAN | OPEN
Revan is the perfect guest--appreciative, a charming conversationalist, complimentary, curious (but not too curious), always ready to lend a hand if that hand would be welcome and quick to take the hint if it's not...and she's everywhere. If there's an elf or fellow guest in Rivendell she hasn't at least greeted warmly in passing, it's not for want of trying. Ensconsced in the ancient, gracious civilization of the elves, so similar to the Jedi in so many ways, she's turned into Revan the politician without quite realizing she's doing it, the woman who convinced a tired Republic to follow her to war starting to wake from her long, involuntary slumber. The upcoming Council may well prove contentious, and she wants to accumulate all the goodwill she can bank before then...especially because someone in the group very publicly saying something awful is so safe a bet she'd lose money on those odds.
The upshot of Revan's charm offensive for the rest of the squad is that it's easy to find her anywhere open to guests, in the company of their hosts or by herself, peering at a book or through a telescope, appreciating the view from a balcony or running through slow martial arts forms carefully selected for their elegance, enjoying food and company in the great hall with a goblet that the observant will notice she doesn't seek to refill. Even alone, her performance doesn't slip. You never know when you're being watched.]
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Tis a land of great beauty. One must wonder what steps are taken to maintain that beauty...
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i'm not exactly lightning fast myself
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Balcony
He also has a cloak, because he wanted to get used to the weight of a new material before they continued on from Rivendell.
Or that’s how he spun it for the elves. The truth is Tim wasn’t leaving Rivendell without a grey-green elven cloak, because he was a predictable nerd and because he left his cape without his other pajamas.
The cloak is lighter than his previous leather one, which was hot and cumbersome. Tim is getting accustomed to the way it moves and the feel of the boots, as well as the feel of surfaces, rocks, and edges through the soles by climbing up the side of the gorge back to one of the largest balconies.
Back, because he already climbed down.
It’s not as risky as it sounds. He’s wearing two belts, and the second has a grappling hook. ]
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But it's also okay, because her tail is securely wrapped around the railing next to her. It won't let her fall, good tail that it is.
She has to lean over that far to be able to watch the person scaling the walls, which is honestly probably the most interesting thing that's happened today outside of the dwarven singing contest over breakfast. Rivendell is nice but it's not very interesting.
Once he gets close enough that she's pretty sure she won't startle him by talking, she goes up on her tip toes to lean just that little bit farther. To make sure he sees her, of course.]
Did you drop something?
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Mita Ashyn | open
[To awaken somewhere she was not is not the most unusual thing that has happened to Mita recently. A gorgeous, breathtaking place, but Mita knew to be wary of places that seemed too beautiful to be true.]
[This certainly counted as one. Leafy forest tops with gentle sunlight that filtered through the canopy, on floors of living wood - This was not the chem-choked planet she'd been on. And no, this was not of human make or fashion, unless it was a particularly nature-loving noble who'd commissioned this little city. She clings to the thought like a raft in the waters, worried about what the alternative would be.]
[A notion swiftly unraveled when she meets its first denizen. She screams at the shock of it, and acts in immediate self-defence.]
[You may see her sprinting around the corner, scattering elves away from her path with a psychic hand.]
[B: library]
[A repository of xenos knowledge. How could she not? She drifts through the room like a cautious spectre, hunted but not at the same time. Bright, airy, and clean, it was the utter opposite of most dingy and shuttered halls of knowledge she had spent countless hours of her life in.]
[She picks at the books on the shelves, completely enraptured by the look of them.]
All of this knowledge, simply out in the open...
[C: balcony]
[Mita leans over the balcony railing, her face framed by her hair, gazing down. She would be the perfect picture of serenity, if it weren't for the fact that if one looks closer, her one hand grips the railing white-knuckled, and her hair hides the bleached paleness of her face. She is terrified. By the Warp, she is terrified.]
Sahaal, Sahaal, where are you? [she murmurs under her breath. She casts her mind far and wide, but can detect no hint of his truculent mind. But there are hints of other, unfamiliar souls.]
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Re: Mita Ashyn | open
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Rei Kurosawa | Open!
[Rei was more than used to waking up into strange and unusual circumstances. It was just odd that this time it was... Well. All of this. At first she'd thought it a strange new part of the manor, except she was back in her 'real world' clothes with nothing but her notebook on her person.
Unfortunately this meant her trek through the woods was done barefoot and in her nightgown, her expression growing more and more displeased and grim until finally, finally something like civilization was reached. The pain in her feet and ache in her muscles was enough to convince her she was indeed awake, even though she was...pretty sure those were elves she saw? They had pointed ears??
Were there dwarves too? What the fuck.
Rei stands as still as a statue, just staring blankly at the world around her, hand gripping tightly to her notebook.]
Um...? [Is about all she manages to get out upon seeing people coming her way, looking like she's not sure if she should ask for help or flee for cover.]
B for Balcony
[Now that she's been properly bathed and dressed, she feels...a little better? More human? Whatever that means now.
She wanders slowly, just quietly observing. Once in a while she pauses to write something down in her notebook, just little observations and scattered thoughts. After a while she stops to admire the view from the balcony, eyeing everything carefully.]
It's beautiful... Too bad I don't have my camera. Or a canvas. [Rei's just thinking out loud now before she leans her hands against the railing and then crouches down, head bowd as she sighs deeply.]
What have I gotten myself into now...?
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If I had to summarize it in two words, it'd be 'who knows'.
[Nobody in this group knows, that's for sure. Hey there, Ange's standing at the entrance of the balcony]
All we know is that we have to save the world. That's it for now.
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A what else
i'm shocked u picked that one. shocked i say
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A because who cares if three different people find you clothes it's funny
rei needs an entire wardrobe sooner or later!!
wow look how much my shit was not together this week. mea culpa.
i'm offended and betrayed
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keith | ota (voltron: ld s6 spoilers)
[When Keith arrives, he has a bruise on his cheek and a fresh mark of a scar on the other cheek. But he doesn't look sore for that reason: his armor doesn't look like it belongs. Though it's completely dimmed in its appearance and it's currently incomplete (lacking his usual helmet, lost in a fight not long ago), its bright appearance (white and red) would catch anyone's eye. Plus, it probably doesn't look too practical for Rivendell of all places.
Maybe the only "normal" looking thing is the wolf at his side, but even that might catch a few eyes as they look at the creature, darker in appearance than most wolves.]
All right, [he mutters to himself.] Just ... gotta find whatever led me here. Or whoever. And save the ... whatever. The Green? [His eyebrows pinch together as he looks out at the many, many elves.
Keith doesn't know where to go, but he knows to be thorough. So, he begins to explore, hoping he'll find some people who don't look like Alteans. It wouldn't be the first time he came through a weird vacuum of space to find Alteans, but something tells him this isn't the same deal.
Given that it's ... not the same place. That helps.]
b: the hall of fire (and a wardrobe change!)
[Before long, Keith realizes he can't use his armor to do what he needs it to do, and he can't just walk around in it being ... useless. Since he's not in a fight, at least for now. He accepts an offer of clothes and changes into an almost all-black outfit, with some red accents. He can't get the fingerless gloves he has at home, so he'll have to make do by cutting the fingers off the gloves he is offered. They don't look good, but it's not like Keith is going to give himself another bad haircut right now. That can wait.
For someone as introverted as Keith, finding his way to the Hall of Fire is a bit daunting. It's not that he's never been in large dining halls like this one. The Garrison had these when he still went there. It's just that approaching people and asking questions and being ... well ... amiable isn't his strong suit.
Which mean he's going to look a bit like a loser as he walks up to someone who seems like they could be on the same mission (is that even the word for it? that's what he wonders to himself).]
I need to be caught up. You can help me. [Uh. Maybe a little rude? He adds:] Right? [His eyebrows pinch together. Keith has gone through a lot and grown up, but growing up doesn't delete "Extremely Socially Awkward and a Moron About It."]
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They're also just kinda...watching the people who are actively eating, so it's probably less rude to be bothering them, right? Right.]
Eh?
[They weren't exactly expecting to be randomly approached by some strange probably-human, so it takes a moment of them blinking up at him before they gather themself.]
Oh. You're new? I mean...yeah, I can help. Probably.
[Very convincing and reassuring, thank you Phos.]
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tag in and then die for a week, apparently this is who i am now. /o\
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this totally happens before the council despite the lateness.
And there's a man drenched in so much blood it's almost hard to tell what color he was wearing before that making his way out of the woods and looking around like he has no idea where to go.
Boy, that escalated quickly! ]
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That doesn't stop her from looking startled as all hell when she rounds a corner to see the man. Her eyes widen and she makes a confused noise, looking around too as if she might find a reason for his appearance in the immediate area.]
Are you-- Okay? [Was it his own blood, or someone else's? Which would be the worse answer?]
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