INTRO LOG #2

[abraxasmods]

Intro Log #2

It has been two months now since the initial group of summonings first took place. Castle Thorne, or at least the part above ground, is buzzing with a vibrant air of hope following the 'success' at the Singularity. Eager smiles and excited chattering are to be found in nearly every corner of the castle and surrounding town. The honored guests may find grateful looks turned their way more often than not. A new and brighter day seems to be dawning on the kingdom.

In the dungeons it's a different story entirely. The mood is somber and uneasy. The prisoner taken for trial has yet to return, and no word has come regarding her or her fate. There has been no mention of any further trials as of yet and guards seem to have little patience for unruly behavior or even conversation. Some seem to not even look at or acknowledge the prisoners at all.

[ Feel free to continue threads from the TDM here or start your own! As cell and room assignments will be short-lived due to this month's event, you're free to assume whichever cellmates and roommates you like instead of officially signing up as long as there are ICly no more than four people in a cell or room at once. ]

Comments

[towerjunkie]

Aye, the same principles apply. Black powder ignites, propelling a metal bullet.

[ No need to get into the finer points of guns and how they differed. The ideas were close enough. ]

Not after the first shot, no.

[ Which was why Roland had been trained so as he would not miss the first shot, not from any reasonable distance or angle. He rubs the stubble on his chin absently. ]

Your ears, sai. Take no offense, I beg, but I've not seen their like before. Do all have such in your world?

[extremethirst]

[ He turns the weapon over in his hands, impressed with it. Bringing it up to his nose, he sniffs the end to smell the familiar scent of powder. ]

But really, it's the first shot that matters anyway. [ Nero pauses to look back toward the targets. ] And it seems like you won't have to worry too much about a second.

[ His eyes shift back at the comment about his ears. The warm smile remaining but the bright, interested light in his stare fading to something colder. But the cheer is back on his face at the rest of the human's question. ]

That, so? I've run into quite a few people that've never met an elf before. I guess that I'm your first, hm? Well, I can tell you that all don't have these in my world... just my race.

[towerjunkie]

[ Roland nods, confirming this man is right about the first shot being the one to count. He isn't an idiot, it seems. And while he's willing to talk more about the guns in a moment, first-- ]

Elf, you say.

[ He racks his memory, but no. He's never heard of such a people before. Not surprising, given that most of the people here are from different worlds. He's also pleased to see that cold look fade from the man-- elf's face. There's no call to go offending others just yet, not over something as trivial as ears. ]

No, there's none in my world with such ears, and I thankee for telling me true. Now I'll know an elf when I meet one.

[extremethirst]

Doubt you will meet many.

[ He offers a half laugh but recalls there is, at least, his tiny cousin that is out and about. So, those are two elves. ]

Or, at least, many from my world. [ Nero drops his voice comically low, doing a stage whisper. He bends slightly forward, cupping his mouth with his hand. ] Most of my kind tends to think anything other than an elf is a lower lifeform and not worth interacting with, ya see.

[ Pausing, he winks and even makes a soft clicking sound with his tongue before straightening up. ]

This is the most I have had to talk about my kind in awhile. [ Musing aloud, he mulls over how many people he has blabbed about elves to. ] I feel like such a great ambassador for my people. I wonder if they should start giving me a title for all my good and hard work.

[towerjunkie]

[ Roland nods easily at the whispered confession, not surprised to hear it. People liked their own people better than they liked others, in his experience. ]

I'll certainly put forward your name, when the opportunity arises.

[ He says it straight, like there's ever going to be a "best ambassador for races from other worlds" prize. Then he stops and wipes a hand on his shirt and brings it up to tap his throat in the greeting customary to his world. ]

Speaking of names-- mine's Roland, of Gilead.

[extremethirst]

Thank you, thank you.

[ He tips his chin up, feeling quite pleased that his name might go down in multiple worlds as an ambassador of the elves. Nero thinks that his own clan might just die from indignation if they ever found out. ]

Nero. [ Chiming back, he names himself as he awkwardly copies the gesture that Roland does. ] We're buddies now, huh?

[towerjunkie]

Long days and pleasant nights, Nero.

[ He nods amicably enough, as though affirming that they're now buddies. He doesn't object to the idea; being on friendly terms with as many people as possible can only help. ]

Now are you one of those like me recently fished out of Sai Ambrose's water bath, or have you been here a little longer?

[extremethirst]

Long days and pleasant nights, Roland.

[ It sounds like some blessing or greeting so he repeats it back with a smile. ]

I am recently fished out of the water. Lord Ambrose cried big tears when he saw what I was packing. Did he happen to shed tears for you, too?