#1 - [Video]

[theblackleopard]

[So T'Challa's been here a day or so. He gets the gist. Time to address the public like all noobies do! People who know T’Challa may notice he has grown a beard in recent times, and is also wearing glasses. With how many people here that likely recognizes him, there’s little point in having another identity, so he won’t use the fake name he was given in Hell's Kitchen. But for now, he doesn’t see much of a point to change his civilian appearance.

If anything it will let others know what period of time he is from.]

Making network posts seem to be one of the more common ways to introduce ones self in this universe, so I have decided to not stray far from the normal routine. My name is T’Challa and I have been in this world for about a day. And despite a lack of... subtlety--[Such as HEROpa.]-- there doesn't appear to be many large differences between my universe and this one.

But even so, I do have a few questions. Questions mainly for those who have likely been here for a couple of years. Over the network I have seen talk about a world that took place before this one. “City” is the name I keep hearing. I am curious as to what this other “City” was like. How similar is this world to that one? Were these same laws still in place as well as the tattoos?

As for everyone else... [...] Tell me. How has your day been?

[THAT'S what's missing from the network! Polite behavior gawd. Everyone's so busy arguing and stuff they never ask the small things!]

Comments

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

Who better than your sword to tell you the merits of death?

There are two of us, we were forged from the same metal. I am the war sword. He is the sword of peace.

[theblackleopard]

I have never actually thought of that before. But it makes perfect sense.

If you are meant to be at the King's side in times of war, then what is his purpose as the sword of peace?

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

To honor his knights, to elevate them to glory, to advise his king on how not to go to war.

[theblackleopard]

With the way you describe it, it almost sounds like a fairy tale or folklore.

Do you know what happened to your king and "brother" after your sleep?

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

It was my life.

[A pause, and this part is a bit protracted.]

Clarent was used to kill my king, by his son and nephew, and I broke the stone and retreated beneath the lake. I do not know what happened to my twin. He may have survived, or he may have been broken.

[theblackleopard]

[He probably should have expected that things might have gotten pretty bad before she fell into her deep sleep. Though his curiosity got the better of him in this case.]

...I apologize. It was not my intent to bring up any painful memories.

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

I do not understand why I feel this way.

[theblackleopard]

Why you feel what...? Regret?

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

Yes.

[theblackleopard]

Regret comes with the territory of being a human. Since we cannot stop the passage of time or anticipate unforeseeable events, it is only natural to feel regret at some point or another.