âNo, I didnât miss you all that much,â he says...to the snowflakes falling before his face.
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âNo, I didnât miss you all that much,â he says...to the snowflakes falling before his face.
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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 didnât suit him much and soon he found himself in the Bamboo Grove.
BambooâŚhe 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 wasnât 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. âItâs rather impolite to stare at others, you know.â
  My, thatâs becoming quite the problem of his, isnât it? It feels like more of a âback homeâ 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 itâs probably safer not to assume anything.
Sam knows he shouldnât be doing that, regardless, though he doesnât 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...
âI know,â he answers, clearly nervous. It isnât considered staring when youâre looking at someone during conversation, though, is it? Tentatively, heâll make eye contact. If anything, heâs just wondering what it is heâs seeing---and whether theyâre friendly. Smoke? Shadows? Something magic?? That might be a given. âMy apologies, I-I didnât mean to be impolite. ...Iâve never seen you before.â Heâs aware that isnât a proper excuse, so heâll pass it off as more of an observation. âIâve never seen anything like youâ, is what it implies.
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âItâs a place that has this BIG stadium and people do plays all the time there!â At least Kachina meant well. If only she knew just what Samwellâs home was like. Turning to face him, her smile never leaves her face, âAND????? they got deeeeeelicious food that you can eat too. Maybe youâll find something there that is nostalgic?â She leads him out of the library and takes in that cold, cold crisp air that Autumn has to offer, âLetâs see what kind of play theyâll be doing today.â Hopefully he can keep up with her energy!
  âAll right...â he says as he follows along, half-hesitant and half-curious. Understandably thereâs a lot in the city he hasnât seen yet, and he canât exactly imagine what heâs in for. Plays can be interesting, though, right? Heâs never actually attended one, but heâll assume so from what heâs heard. Food is nice as well, though heâll keep to himself that anything familiar might invoke more homesickness than nostalgia.Â
Sam takes one last look back at the library interior and the book heâs abandoning, feeling a bit bad about that. Hopefully it wonât be too much trouble for the workers to take care of. Once itâs all out of sight, he is doing his best to keep up with the girl --- her energy isnât something he minds, at least, even if she did use it to scare him.
âWhat kind of plays do they normally do?â A pause. â...Oh, and, I never told you my name, by the way. You can call me Sam.â She doesnât seem like one for formalities.
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âWas just curious. Not a lot of people go straight to their housings. Figured if you didnât know, I could direct you there or somethinâ. GOOD thing youâve dropped by though.â He had probably been one of those people. In fact, Romanus doesnât 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 doesnât remember much at all. At Samâs question, Romanus hums, âIâm actually not sure I remember. I donât think it as badâŚpersonally for me, at least.âÂ
âYou donât do well with the cold?â
  âOh! Well, I appreciate the thought. Somehow I did make it there on my own.â Somehow, yes. Things were so very disorienting when he was just getting started here (not that theyâve 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 doesnât say all of these things out loud, anyway. Heâs made himself look helpless enough to Romanus already.
And perhaps it wasnât the brightest idea to ask someone whoâd just told him theyâre impervious to the cold how bad winters are, but it was the first opportunity heâs had to ask anyone.
âIâve spent more time with it than Iâd ever have liked to. The cold and the snow. I thought it might kill me on more than one occasion, so yâknow, itâs nice to have a break from it.â
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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 Rantaroâs nature still made him feel a little bad for subjecting him to that thought. âMy bad then, Iâm sure that in some time, youâll start seeing more people you know. Itâs gotta start with someone, right? I, for one, am glad to see that youâre the one starting the whole trend off right.âÂ
Offering up a hand and hoping that this gesture was universally understood, Rantaro offered him a smile. âNice to meet you then, Samwell. And yeah, thatâs true! What was your situation in your erm, own time, before coming here?âÂ
  Optimism is good, yes, heâll take that. Itâs awfully kind of someone Samâs just met to hope that heâll find people he knows, after all. At this moment he wonât even bother thinking about those he wouldnât want to see --- any familiar face will be proof enough that there can be more, and thatâs a nice enough thing to hope for. It might be selfish, too, but ... at least if someone else from Westeros were to arrive, they wouldnât be as alone as heâs been.
âTrend?â Is that what heâs done? The words humble him, and he takes them with a small chuckle. âOh, well, thank you.â
It isnât often how he greets people but he does understand the gesture well enough, closing his hand around Rantaroâs for the short duration. âItâs--- 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...â This might not make sense to the other at all, in fact. Sam still doesnât have a full grasp on all this or how to talk about it, so heâs fumbling. âThere was a lot going on, anyway, if thatâs what youâre asking. I wouldnât know where to begin.â
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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.Â
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 sheâd fought for with such zeal for all of those years⌠she couldnât stand the idea.Â
Oh, the irony, she thought, that she would be a key part to ending the very war sheâd 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.Â
âAlright, good to know. Sam it is!â She acknowledges, smiling. The man wasnât 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.
âHaha, a stick indeed!â She chuckled again. âDoubt 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 youâre wondering-that thing wouldnât have a prayer of penetrating my scales. Like I said, donât start anything, and there wonât be a problem.âÂ
Iâm not as bloodthirsty as I used to be, she didnât say.Â
She sighed at his question. It was inevitable, she supposed. But how to answer? She didnât want to tell him about the truth of the Dragonsong WarâŚ.
âItâs⌠rather complicated, and to be fair, I honestly donât understand the full extent of my⌠condition, I suppose you could call it.â She wasnât 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 yearsâ worth of generations, but what in the hells did she know of such matters- âIf weâre going to be honest here, Iâd also rather not talk about a good portion of my past. Letâs 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.â
And she hadnât 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.
âFast forward a good few years, and Iâve 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 donât let any of that scare you off, Sam. Iâm not some goddess-just someone whoâs really good at fighting that happens to have a few tricks up her sleeve.â She finished, eventually making her way to a tree and leaning up against it.
âHow about you? What exactly are you? Whatâs your story? Canât imagine itâs as complex and maddening as mine, but Iâm curious nonetheless.â She asked, looking at the Hyur-esque man.
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  âDonât start anything,â she says, and she doesnât have to tell Sam twice. The thought alone of what she could do (against everything he cannot do) is intimidating, so it doesnât cross his mind.
It turns out the question heâd 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 isnât going to complain, anyway. Whether it were written down or told orally, heâs sure to take interest in whatever stories Selenie and her homeland have to give. Thatâs 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 heâs facing a goddess here, but if she insists that she isnât 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.
âUh...â He needs a moment to decide what to say, while still letting Selenieâs words sink in. âWell, no, probably not,â he agrees with her first. Her appearance compared to his is proof enough that sheâs the more interesting one, he thinks, so of course his story is going to correspond.Â
âIâm just... a human?â He doesnât mean to sound like heâs questioning himself, he just isnât sure if sheâs heard the term. If not, he wouldnât even know how to explain it. âThe son of a lord. I was sent to a place called Castle Black to become better at fighting,â he half-lies, since he was more so sent there to die and be forced out of his inheritance rights, âbut 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.â Both of those kills were out of pure luck, but he wonât say that either. As always heâs choosing to mention the things that might sound most impressive, though he wonât be surprised if sheâs like everyone else who doesnât believe him. At least itâs worth a try. âPeople called me âSlayerâ for that. But not in... a good way, since they thought it was all folly. They werenât 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 didnât get terribly far before I was brought here, but... thatâs all Iâve got as a human, I suppose. My wits.â
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⢠things iâve done before:   had alcohol  |  smoked  |  stolen  |  done drugs  |  self-harmed  | starved  |  had sex  |  had a threesome  |  had a one-night stand  |  gotten into a fist fight  |  gone to the hospital  |  gone to jail  |  used a fake ID  |  played hooky  |  gone to a rave  |  killed someone  |  had someone try to kill them
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And he nods, confirming where they were, âyep!â And as if he had read Samâs mind, Romanus speaks as he grabs hold of the lent cloak, âI like coming here as a dragon. Kind of has a homey vibe.â 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. âIâm sure thereâs a law about wondering around naked as well, but I canât help it if I forgot spare clothes or hadnât planned on switchingâ Thereâs a short pause and then, âThanks for the cloak by the way.â He could wear it, but it wouldnât cover everything. SO, he wraps it around his waist. There we go. At least it covers things. âIt is something. Iâll give it a good wash for ya when I return it. Youâre gonna probably need it for when Winter comes.â
âHave you stopped by your housing, yet? Met your roommates if you have any?â
  Oh. Now he feels even more responsible for Romanusâs troubles. You could have just stayed a dragon, he wants to say, but he isnât sure how much more of that he could have handled. And he knows Romanus just explained to him that itâs easier for them to talk this way, but it seems right to assume that he wouldnât have had to switch at all if Sam hadnât 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.
Itâs 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.
âItâs no trouble,â Sam responds, finding he has a better time looking at the other now that heâs covered himself. If he was starting to look better, thatâs quickly lost to the mention of winter.
âMy housing... I have, yes. There are a few other people there, last I checked. It isnât in this ward, though. Why do you ask?â Now he pauses, trying to sound casual with the disjointed question that follows. â...And the winters here; do you happen to know how bad they are?â
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Red eyes follows where he gestures. Of course she giggles. She forgets that in some worlds computers were not a thing. âThere are some books that are handwritten still, but most books are written by those typer thingies, I forget what theyâre called.â NOW, her eyes lights up with much excitement, âJUDGING by your outfit, Iâd say youâre used to likeâŚ..MEDEVIL right?â Probably not even close to that but sheâs already have her mind set on it. âMaybe I can make you feel a little at home?â Kachina is already standing, sheâs making her way around to grab hold of Samâs hands with her pale scarred ones, âI know JUST the place.âÂ
  He doesnât know what theyâre called any more than she does, so heâll humor himself by remembering the term âtyper thingiesâ. That is something that interests him, so heâs sure heâll find out some day. Sam then spends a moment looking down at his own attire, since itâs been brought up. âMedieval...? Er, I havenât heard the term, so I canât tell you if youâre right or not---âÂ
And then sheâs grabbing his hands and he looks up again, standing up as though he has no other choice. The girlâs intentions do seem well-meaning and he isnât going to bother resisting, but ... he has no idea what to expect here.
âWhat place? Are we leaving the library now?â