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[So after making an appointment with Van and settling on the time and date for teaching him about the battledome, Frey made sure to arrive early on the decided day.
He's dressed casually but neatly, his weapon in the holster at his back as he leans against one of the walls of the building.]
He's dressed casually but neatly, his weapon in the holster at his back as he leans against one of the walls of the building.]
[Being a military man, Van will show up promptly and in his uniform, looking positively immaculate. (If somewhat avant-garde, because his tabard really is something.) He has his sword with him today, something he didn't have on him at their first meeting... and it is more than half his considerable height. Good grief.
He greets Frey with a polite nod, and just the slightest bend at the waist.]
I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting. [After spending so many years as a teacher, he knows exactly what he'd want to hear. Even if Frey is only fake-teaching him.]
He greets Frey with a polite nod, and just the slightest bend at the waist.]
I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting. [After spending so many years as a teacher, he knows exactly what he'd want to hear. Even if Frey is only fake-teaching him.]
There is no need to apologize. You're right on time, actually. [Sadly, Frey hasn't really got anything like a 'uniform', as he's not really a soldier. But his mannerisms might hint of something similar, or at least military experience, as he stands and inclines his head in response to the other.] I just came early.
[Because Frey is nothing if not polite and prompt, sometimes overly so.]
[Because Frey is nothing if not polite and prompt, sometimes overly so.]
[Very polite and prompt. Van Likes that in a person.]
Perhaps we should start with something quite basic? [Subtly taking control? Nooo, not him.] I'd like to make sure I understand the controls perfectly. [Says the man who taught himself how to use super-advanced forgotten technology.]
Perhaps we should start with something quite basic? [Subtly taking control? Nooo, not him.] I'd like to make sure I understand the controls perfectly. [Says the man who taught himself how to use super-advanced forgotten technology.]
Certainly. Do you have any preferences as to a setting? [Hey he's teaching Van how to work it for himself, so Frey has no problems with that. It's better if someone takes initiative, especially here, in his opinion. Walking over the the console, he'll motion for the man to follow.]
Recently the Battledome was changed so it's now capable of simpler settings devoid of monsters and opponents, but essentially any world someone is from can be simulated here.
[Frey is from a low technology world, he just stubbornly decided to learn because training on your own got boring and finding a sparring partner wasn't always possible.]
Recently the Battledome was changed so it's now capable of simpler settings devoid of monsters and opponents, but essentially any world someone is from can be simulated here.
[Frey is from a low technology world, he just stubbornly decided to learn because training on your own got boring and finding a sparring partner wasn't always possible.]
Any world? [Hmm. That... has potential. He'll probably be toying around with that, later.]
Do you have a usual setting? [He could certainly learn something about the controls that way. He could also learn something about Frey.]
Do you have a usual setting? [He could certainly learn something about the controls that way. He could also learn something about Frey.]
For battle? Yes, I do. [The roads around Ceras Lake. Or the Ruins, if he's looking for a chance of pace.] Do you want to try that, then?
As good a start as any, don't you think? [He's careful to not sound overconfident, although from the looks of this kid... well, he's not too worried about the difficulty of any fights.]
[Van might be surprised, at that. He nods as he starts to work on inputting the settings, making sure to stand so Van can see the screen and options he selects.] Just watch me and if you have any questions about how to set something up, feel free to ask.
The setting I'll use sort of has it's own set of monsters, but I've been training solo for a while fighting these, so....
The setting I'll use sort of has it's own set of monsters, but I've been training solo for a while fighting these, so....
Is it possible to switch them for another set? Theoretically speaking. You needn't bother now.
I think so. You would just need to input other monsters.
[finishing up the srttings, he nods to the door.] There. We can go in.
[finishing up the srttings, he nods to the door.] There. We can go in.
[Van steps aside and politely gestures for Frey to go first... or not so politely, depending on one's view of stepping into a room full of monsters, simulated or not.]
The controls certainly seem simple...
The controls certainly seem simple...
I'd imagine they're suppose to be. Plenty of people, like myself, have never seen anything like this in their own worlds.
[Frey will take that offer with a smile, stepping inside and waiting for Van to do the same.]
[Frey will take that offer with a smile, stepping inside and waiting for Van to do the same.]
No, we wouldn't currently be capable of such a thing in my own world, either. Though in the Dawn Age... [But that's probably a conversation to be had while not surrounded by monsters, so Van lets the thought end there. For now. He stops standing even with Frey, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.] Let's see what this is capable of.
[Frey is, admittedly, curious, but would have to agree that conversation is not the best thing right now. Once they step inside the door closes, and scenery appears-
Green fields with trees scattered here and there as far as the eye can see, though if you look to the west you might be able to spot a white stone... tower? castle. It was hard to tell from this distance.
And a giant, grotesque holly tree that seems to be clambering it's way toward them.]
Green fields with trees scattered here and there as far as the eye can see, though if you look to the west you might be able to spot a white stone... tower? castle. It was hard to tell from this distance.
And a giant, grotesque holly tree that seems to be clambering it's way toward them.]
Edited 2011-10-23 12:44 (UTC)
[Continued from here...
Whether she approves of it will ultimately come down to presentation, and how he follows through with it even though she could still very likely change her mind about it. Everything about their relationship... it walked on such a precarious balance that the slightest disturbance could send it falling back into the silent war they have waged for too long.]
Before I agree to anything of the sort, I want to know how you intend to uphold this truce. You've given me your terms, which I cannot promise you because I do not control the actions of the others nor their intentions. Isn't that turning it all against your favour?
Whether she approves of it will ultimately come down to presentation, and how he follows through with it even though she could still very likely change her mind about it. Everything about their relationship... it walked on such a precarious balance that the slightest disturbance could send it falling back into the silent war they have waged for too long.]
Before I agree to anything of the sort, I want to know how you intend to uphold this truce. You've given me your terms, which I cannot promise you because I do not control the actions of the others nor their intentions. Isn't that turning it all against your favour?
If you think the arrangement favors you, why resist agreeing to it? [Because she doesn't trust him any longer, clearly; and it's almost enough to make him regret some of his choices. Not quite, and not the ones she wants him to regret, but almost.]
Agree or don't, I still have no intention of attacking first. If your friends want to see me dead so badly, they only need to wait. You should know that better than anyone.
Agree or don't, I still have no intention of attacking first. If your friends want to see me dead so badly, they only need to wait. You should know that better than anyone.
[There are many implications behind his words, bringing to the forefront one important question that Tear needed to ask of him before she even began to consider anything he tried to negotiate. Honestly, she should have asked him from the very start, perhaps it was this opportunity to speak with her brother without any weapons drawn that allowed her to push it aside long enough.
Now was the best time to ask.] Before I agree to anything, tell me – what was the last thing you remember prior to being brought to the village?
Now was the best time to ask.] Before I agree to anything, tell me – what was the last thing you remember prior to being brought to the village?
[from here]
Oh. Oh yeah!
[Yeah, that made sense... ... Lindsay's never exactly been the greatest at making small talk with those much (or at least who appear much) older than her but... talking had helped earlier. Maybe it'd help now too. Or something. Besides, they were kind of neighbors...]
I'm Lindsay.
Oh. Oh yeah!
[Yeah, that made sense... ... Lindsay's never exactly been the greatest at making small talk with those much (or at least who appear much) older than her but... talking had helped earlier. Maybe it'd help now too. Or something. Besides, they were kind of neighbors...]
I'm Lindsay.
[If it was anyone else asking, he wouldn't answer. He'd laugh them off. But for Mystearica...]
I'd just left Ortion cavern. We had a rather fruitless discussion there. [About motives, about ideals, about miasma.]
I'd just left Ortion cavern. We had a rather fruitless discussion there. [About motives, about ideals, about miasma.]
[Ortion Cavern – in other words a time when they were both suffering for the sake of fulfilling their goals... and prior to when she was forced to assist in killing him the first time. No doubt he would not want to hear of the future she has already experienced; she may as well be an equivalent to the score with that action, and in the process antagonize the relationship with her brother more than it already is.]
A fruitless discussion indeed, one which would serve little to be repeated here, don't you agree?
A fruitless discussion indeed, one which would serve little to be repeated here, don't you agree?
[Stupid injuries. Stupid, stupid injuries. It's bad enough to have been bedridden for longer than he'd like. Now he's been somewhat housebound just because walking hurts too damn much. The idea of a wheelchair is unacceptable, but wandering around in the state he's been in makes him feel pathetic. At least his apartment is on the first floor, so it hasn't been that troublesome an experience to just rest and stay inside most of the time. He's got a live-in errand boy after all.
And then... and then comes the day he wants to make some stew. Just a nice, slow-cooking, delightful pot of stew to eat and freeze and then enjoy without having to cook for several days. It was the logical solution to his state of being (and the state of the replica's kitchen skills)! It had worked until now! All the ingredients were in the kitchen, ready, waiting, delicious, and...!
...And the stew pot is, inexplicably, missing from the first floor kitchen. And the replica is already out for the day.
....
....
God. Damn. It.
So that's why Asch is by the second-floor stairwell of Community Building 2 today, breathing hard and trying not to cough up a lung while he thieves a pot from the first kitchen he can reach. Fucking stairs.]
And then... and then comes the day he wants to make some stew. Just a nice, slow-cooking, delightful pot of stew to eat and freeze and then enjoy without having to cook for several days. It was the logical solution to his state of being (and the state of the replica's kitchen skills)! It had worked until now! All the ingredients were in the kitchen, ready, waiting, delicious, and...!
...And the stew pot is, inexplicably, missing from the first floor kitchen. And the replica is already out for the day.
....
....
God. Damn. It.
So that's why Asch is by the second-floor stairwell of Community Building 2 today, breathing hard and trying not to cough up a lung while he thieves a pot from the first kitchen he can reach. Fucking stairs.]
[Asch's day is about to get worse, because who else should be going up the stairwell at that moment but Van? Or rather, going up the stairwell just enough behind him that Van had no idea he was there, until he got to the top, saw him, and turned right back around. Pity his escape was ruined by a bout of lightheadedness that left him slumping against the wall. Or thumping against the wall. Rather audibly. That go-round with experimentation didn't do much of anything good for his little miasma problem. But at least he's not visibly injured anymore: aren't healing artes fantastic?
Apart, of course, from the fact that he has dark circles under his eyes and appears to have lost 10 pounds quite rapidly.
And that he just collapsed against the wall loudly enough that the fourth floor probably heard it, let alone this one. That too.]
Apart, of course, from the fact that he has dark circles under his eyes and appears to have lost 10 pounds quite rapidly.
And that he just collapsed against the wall loudly enough that the fourth floor probably heard it, let alone this one. That too.]
[The noise definitely catches Asch's attention, and he spins on his heel- and immediately regrets it, because his ribs can't really handle that sort of quick motion. He lifts a hand to his chest, breathing hard, cursing quietly, and wondering just what the hell to do about this situation. Or, alternatively, if he should do anything. It's obvious that Van's in about the same state that he himself is in, which at least means that a confrontation is unlikely unless Van is faking it (which is also unlikely because why would he bother). So he's got that on his side. Three cheers for mutual wound-licking.
But that still begs the question-]
What are you doing here?
[Belatedly, though, the answer dawns in his mind mere seconds after the words leave his mouth. Why else would Van be wandering the building in such a state?
Has he been living here...?]
But that still begs the question-]
What are you doing here?
[Belatedly, though, the answer dawns in his mind mere seconds after the words leave his mouth. Why else would Van be wandering the building in such a state?
Has he been living here...?]
Van. A pleasure to meet you. [He isn't the type to offer a woman an unsolicited handshake, but he does bow his head and offer her a warm smile.]
Are you alright? You seem nervous. [The army at his command is apparently mostly teenagers. He knows how to spot adolescent nerves before a battle.]
Are you alright? You seem nervous. [The army at his command is apparently mostly teenagers. He knows how to spot adolescent nerves before a battle.]
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