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“No, I didn’t miss you all that much,” he says...to the snowflakes falling before his face.

sorry for being quiet, especially to ppl who’ve written me starters, i’ve seen them and i’ll get to them ;__; my motivation’s been down lately and i’ve started taking a new medicine whose side effects are kicking my butt, so. h!!!

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devilsmarksman‌

STARTER CALL | @ireadaboutit

The Marksman found it rather easy to adjust to his new home, as someone that prefers to keep to themselves he strayed away from populated areas and loitered around places full of nature. Being in quiet places such as these made a pleasant sort of feeling wash over his core, and though he would never admit it he wanted to feel it more often. Having grown tired of the wide field of flowers in Archimedes, Frei decided to travel and see what the other wards had to offer. And so he did, finding himself in Cotes ward. The cherry blossoms didn’t suit him much and soon he found himself in the Bamboo Grove.

Bamboo…he vaguely recalled seeing it once before in his travels, they made for interesting forests. A few animals skittered about and he wondered if this would be a good place to go hunting, but without his rifle in hand he dismissed the thought. Content to stand in relative silence among the bamboo, he stopped upon noticing that he wasn’t alone. A human in rather antiquated attire was gawking him, and he turned his piercing gaze to him. Seems as though humans found him no matter where he went, and he narrowed his eyes a bit as the smoky plume that made up his head waved about in a passing breeze. “It’s rather impolite to stare at others, you know.”

My, that’s becoming quite the problem of his, isn’t it? It feels like more of a “back home” type of situation where someone might feel provoked to violence by simply being stared at, given how much nicer the people here have been, but it’s probably safer not to assume anything.

Sam knows he shouldn’t be doing that, regardless, though he doesn’t always notice until someone rightfully calls him out on it. And he looks away as soon as this person does just that, focusing on whatever else he can --- the plants, yes, which are just as interesting now as they had been several minutes ago, back when he thought maybe this little grove would be peaceful. Really, though, he never has seen bamboo before...

“I know,” he answers, clearly nervous. It isn’t considered staring when you’re looking at someone during conversation, though, is it? Tentatively, he’ll make eye contact. If anything, he’s just wondering what it is he’s seeing---and whether they’re friendly. Smoke? Shadows? Something magic?? That might be a given. “My apologies, I-I didn’t mean to be impolite. ...I’ve never seen you before.” He’s aware that isn’t a proper excuse, so he’ll pass it off as more of an observation. ‘I’ve never seen anything like you’, is what it implies.

#( v: isola radiale )#( devilsmarksman 01 )#devilsmarksman #such is his life...

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mxonkxss‌

“It’s a place that has this BIG stadium and people do plays all the time there!” At least Kachina meant well. If only she knew just what Samwell’s home was like. Turning to face him, her smile never leaves her face, “AND????? they got deeeeeelicious food that you can eat too. Maybe you’ll find something there that is nostalgic?” She leads him out of the library and takes in that cold, cold crisp air that Autumn has to offer, “Let’s see what kind of play they’ll be doing today.” Hopefully he can keep up with her energy!

“All right...” he says as he follows along, half-hesitant and half-curious. Understandably there’s a lot in the city he hasn’t seen yet, and he can’t exactly imagine what he’s in for. Plays can be interesting, though, right? He’s never actually attended one, but he’ll assume so from what he’s heard. Food is nice as well, though he’ll keep to himself that anything familiar might invoke more homesickness than nostalgia.

Sam takes one last look back at the library interior and the book he’s abandoning, feeling a bit bad about that. Hopefully it won’t be too much trouble for the workers to take care of. Once it’s all out of sight, he is doing his best to keep up with the girl --- her energy isn’t something he minds, at least, even if she did use it to scare him.

“What kind of plays do they normally do?” A pause. “...Oh, and, I never told you my name, by the way. You can call me Sam.” She doesn’t seem like one for formalities.

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bxsiliisk‌

“Was just curious. Not a lot of people go straight to their housings. Figured if you didn’t know, I could direct you there or somethin’. GOOD thing you’ve dropped by though.” He had probably been one of those people. In fact, Romanus doesn’t even remember if he dropped by his housing the first time he got here or if he went on traveling other places to see what was out there. He doesn’t remember much at all. At Sam’s question, Romanus hums, “I’m actually not sure I remember. I don’t think it as bad…personally for me, at least.”

“You don’t do well with the cold?”

“Oh! Well, I appreciate the thought. Somehow I did make it there on my own.” Somehow, yes. Things were so very disorienting when he was just getting started here (not that they’ve gotten all that much better), so he did need a bit of help. And not to mention the amount of courage it took to even ask for that help...

He doesn’t say all of these things out loud, anyway. He’s made himself look helpless enough to Romanus already.

And perhaps it wasn’t the brightest idea to ask someone who’d just told him they’re impervious to the cold how bad winters are, but it was the first opportunity he’s had to ask anyone.

“I’ve spent more time with it than I’d ever have liked to. The cold and the snow. I thought it might kill me on more than one occasion, so y’know, it’s nice to have a break from it.”

#( v: isola radiale )#( bxsiliisk 01 )#bxsiliisk #sam and his dragon roommate... perfect #but otherwise yeah he's alone now rip

seizonka‌

Ah, a situation like that was bound to happen at some point. It was awfully kind of the other person to smile at him like that after that revelation, though Rantaro’s nature still made him feel a little bad for subjecting him to that thought. “My bad then, I’m sure that in some time, you’ll start seeing more people you know. It’s gotta start with someone, right? I, for one, am glad to see that you’re the one starting the whole trend off right.”

Offering up a hand and hoping that this gesture was universally understood, Rantaro offered him a smile. “Nice to meet you then, Samwell. And yeah, that’s true! What was your situation in your erm, own time, before coming here?”

Optimism is good, yes, he’ll take that. It’s awfully kind of someone Sam’s just met to hope that he’ll find people he knows, after all. At this moment he won’t even bother thinking about those he wouldn’t want to see --- any familiar face will be proof enough that there can be more, and that’s a nice enough thing to hope for. It might be selfish, too, but ... at least if someone else from Westeros were to arrive, they wouldn’t be as alone as he’s been.

“Trend?” Is that what he’s done? The words humble him, and he takes them with a small chuckle. “Oh, well, thank you.”

It isn’t often how he greets people but he does understand the gesture well enough, closing his hand around Rantaro’s for the short duration. “It’s--- er, it was, rather, the year 304 AC, which I suppose you might view as being... in the past? That might not apply to... different worlds and all, but at least in relation to this one...” This might not make sense to the other at all, in fact. Sam still doesn’t have a full grasp on all this or how to talk about it, so he’s fumbling. “There was a lot going on, anyway, if that’s what you’re asking. I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

#( v: isola radiale )#( seizonka 01 )#seizonka #two big brothers makes for a good friendship energy

everythingisahoax

Winter is coming.

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asernolonger

Dragonsong

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asernolonger‌

If only he knew what Selenie had heard, even before her unwilling transformation. Being a lowborn in Ishgard was a hard life, and the only real way to escape was to claw your way into the Temple Knights, and perhaps even the Dragoons, like Selenie had. When she succeeded in that goal, insults of her heritage had mostly faded… though in all honesty, it was probably more for her fearsome skill and temper than any actual respect.

It was fear of harsher, more cruel insults that led her to run away after her forced transformation. Not necessarily the words themselves, but the idea of being beaten, tortured, reduced to nothing again, and then finally executed… not to mention all of those horrendous lies she’d fought for with such zeal for all of those years… she couldn’t stand the idea.

Oh, the irony, she thought, that she would be a key part to ending the very war she’d fought in so valiantly. There was still tension, but there was also peace. Still, she had no desire to spend much time in her former home-not when she knew what many thought of her appearance.

“Alright, good to know. Sam it is!” She acknowledges, smiling. The man wasn’t really threatening in appearance alone, but Selenie knew better than anyone to not judge by appearance alone. Alisaie and Alphinaud both looked rather delicate, but dear gods could both of them fight, especially the former. She did have Maltet and Dragonfire Dive if it came to blows, though.

She chuckled.

“Haha, a stick indeed!” She chuckled again. “Doubt you could do anything serious to me with that-even if you could get through my Trueblood Mail-the proper name for my armor, in case you’re wondering-that thing wouldn’t have a prayer of penetrating my scales. Like I said, don’t start anything, and there won’t be a problem.”

I’m not as bloodthirsty as I used to be, she didn’t say.

She sighed at his question. It was inevitable, she supposed. But how to answer? She didn’t want to tell him about the truth of the Dragonsong War….

“It’s… rather complicated, and to be fair, I honestly don’t understand the full extent of my… condition, I suppose you could call it.” She wasn’t lying-she truly did not completely understand the exact details of how consuming the tiniest amount of blood from a dragon could force a transformation of someone whose bloodline was diluted by a thousand years’ worth of generations, but what in the hells did she know of such matters- “If we’re going to be honest here, I’d also rather not talk about a good portion of my past. Let’s just say things happened, and I ended up becoming an adventurer. And then, some time after that, I got in a tangle with what you might call a demonic fire god of sorts. I killed the swiving bastard, and ended up being labelled a bloody fucking hero for that.”

And she hadn’t even gone out hoping to fight Ifrit Himself-it just ended up being either she killed Him, or He killed her. And she had no intention of dying anytime soon.

“Fast forward a good few years, and I’ve killed many other gods, driven back the Garlean Empire-conquering Imperial arseholes who love their damned magitek-on multiple occasions, and even helped take back two nations from those bastards. But don’t let any of that scare you off, Sam. I’m not some goddess-just someone who’s really good at fighting that happens to have a few tricks up her sleeve.” She finished, eventually making her way to a tree and leaning up against it.

“How about you? What exactly are you? What’s your story? Can’t imagine it’s as complex and maddening as mine, but I’m curious nonetheless.” She asked, looking at the Hyur-esque man.

@ireadaboutit

“Don’t start anything,” she says, and she doesn’t have to tell Sam twice. The thought alone of what she could do (against everything he cannot do) is intimidating, so it doesn’t cross his mind.

It turns out the question he’d asked draws a more complicated response than he was expecting. He was thinking more along the lines of --- a species name, perhaps, but it only makes sense that it should come with a bit of an explanation. He isn’t going to complain, anyway. Whether it were written down or told orally, he’s sure to take interest in whatever stories Selenie and her homeland have to give. That’s one of the better parts about being trapped here, really --- the people in this city come from other worlds entirely, and although the (potentially infinite) degree of possibilities is a little overwhelming to think about, it makes for a lot to learn about. It might not be useful knowledge if it has nothing to do with his own known world, but it is interesting.

So he listens, eyebrows furrowed, in a bit of awe at how casually she shortens what sound like extraordinary events. Killing gods...? It does sound like he’s facing a goddess here, but if she insists that she isn’t one...well, she must still be a prodigy of sorts.

It certainly puts what feats Sam holds onto to shame, or so it seems in the moment.

“Uh...” He needs a moment to decide what to say, while still letting Selenie’s words sink in. “Well, no, probably not,” he agrees with her first. Her appearance compared to his is proof enough that she’s the more interesting one, he thinks, so of course his story is going to correspond.

“I’m just... a human?” He doesn’t mean to sound like he’s questioning himself, he just isn’t sure if she’s heard the term. If not, he wouldn’t even know how to explain it. “The son of a lord. I was sent to a place called Castle Black to become better at fighting,” he half-lies, since he was more so sent there to die and be forced out of his inheritance rights, “but that never happened, although I... did kill an ancient evil being that was thought to be gone for thousands of years. And an enemy in battle.” Both of those kills were out of pure luck, but he won’t say that either. As always he’s choosing to mention the things that might sound most impressive, though he won’t be surprised if she’s like everyone else who doesn’t believe him. At least it’s worth a try. “People called me ‘Slayer’ for that. But not in... a good way, since they thought it was all folly. They weren’t wrong to. I was no real use fighting or defending anything at large, so I traveled elsewhere---with two people very close to me---to train as a maester. A scholar. I didn’t get terribly far before I was brought here, but... that’s all I’ve got as a human, I suppose. My wits.”

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bxsiliisk‌

And he nods, confirming where they were, “yep!” And as if he had read Sam’s mind, Romanus speaks as he grabs hold of the lent cloak, “I like coming here as a dragon. Kind of has a homey vibe.” His home, where he was born was not a Church, but there had been a very, very old and ruined building that could have possibly pass as one. “I’m sure there’s a law about wondering around naked as well, but I can’t help it if I forgot spare clothes or hadn’t planned on switching” There’s a short pause and then, “Thanks for the cloak by the way.” He could wear it, but it wouldn’t cover everything. SO, he wraps it around his waist. There we go. At least it covers things. “It is something. I’ll give it a good wash for ya when I return it. You’re gonna probably need it for when Winter comes.”

“Have you stopped by your housing, yet? Met your roommates if you have any?”

Oh. Now he feels even more responsible for Romanus’s troubles. You could have just stayed a dragon, he wants to say, but he isn’t sure how much more of that he could have handled. And he knows Romanus just explained to him that it’s easier for them to talk this way, but it seems right to assume that he wouldn’t have had to switch at all if Sam hadn’t come here. In any case... At least this has him feeling that much better about lending the cloak, as if it serves as an apology just as well as a way of helping him.

It’s also nice to lose a layer, honestly. Going through what felt like twelve different emotions in the span of a few minutes kind of works up a sweat.

“It’s no trouble,” Sam responds, finding he has a better time looking at the other now that he’s covered himself. If he was starting to look better, that’s quickly lost to the mention of winter.

“My housing... I have, yes. There are a few other people there, last I checked. It isn’t in this ward, though. Why do you ask?” Now he pauses, trying to sound casual with the disjointed question that follows. “...And the winters here; do you happen to know how bad they are?”

#( v: isola radiale )#( bxsiliisk 01 )#bxsiliisk #he is a good boy ;w;...#i just checked and he has no roommates now #but i think he did at the time this thread started

mxonkxss‌

Red eyes follows where he gestures. Of course she giggles. She forgets that in some worlds computers were not a thing. “There are some books that are handwritten still, but most books are written by those typer thingies, I forget what they’re called.” NOW, her eyes lights up with much excitement, “JUDGING by your outfit, I’d say you’re used to like…..MEDEVIL right?” Probably not even close to that but she’s already have her mind set on it. “Maybe I can make you feel a little at home?” Kachina is already standing, she’s making her way around to grab hold of Sam’s hands with her pale scarred ones, “I know JUST the place.”

He doesn’t know what they’re called any more than she does, so he’ll humor himself by remembering the term ‘typer thingies’. That is something that interests him, so he’s sure he’ll find out some day. Sam then spends a moment looking down at his own attire, since it’s been brought up. “Medieval...? Er, I haven’t heard the term, so I can’t tell you if you’re right or not---”

And then she’s grabbing his hands and he looks up again, standing up as though he has no other choice. The girl’s intentions do seem well-meaning and he isn’t going to bother resisting, but ... he has no idea what to expect here.

“What place? Are we leaving the library now?”

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