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maskormenace2016-06-05 01:26 am
danceofcurse) wrote in maskormenace2016-06-05 01:26 am
001 ⚔ Video
[The device is unfamiliar to Van, but he has always been a quick study. After a brief fumble with the initial direction of the camera, he appears upright on screen, a young man with earthy red eyes, wild black hair, and a stern expression that suggests he is attempting to, and only halfway succeeding at, controlling a barrage of intense emotions.
Probably confusion and disorientation, the same sort almost all imPorts feel upon their arrival, though some more so than others, particularly those who hail from worlds much less advanced than this one...]
I'm looking for two friends of mine.
[He's abrupt and to the point, seemingly unhappy with having to ask for help, but obviously knowing that he's without any alternative options at the moment.]
We were traveling together before I found myself here. Merle, Hitomi...I've been told that this is the quickest way to reach you if you've also been brought here by that Porter.
[If...
Van's expression darkens, and a gloved hand rises to cover the lens of the camera.]
...I would be grateful to anyone who has perhaps heard of them, or who recognizes the names Gaea or Zaibach.
[The latter said with such potent disdain it's a wonder the young man's voice didn't crack before he simply...disconnects.]
Probably confusion and disorientation, the same sort almost all imPorts feel upon their arrival, though some more so than others, particularly those who hail from worlds much less advanced than this one...]
I'm looking for two friends of mine.
[He's abrupt and to the point, seemingly unhappy with having to ask for help, but obviously knowing that he's without any alternative options at the moment.]
We were traveling together before I found myself here. Merle, Hitomi...I've been told that this is the quickest way to reach you if you've also been brought here by that Porter.
[If...
Van's expression darkens, and a gloved hand rises to cover the lens of the camera.]
...I would be grateful to anyone who has perhaps heard of them, or who recognizes the names Gaea or Zaibach.
[The latter said with such potent disdain it's a wonder the young man's voice didn't crack before he simply...disconnects.]
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[ And don't even get him started on toilets. ]
Do you need a change of clothing as well?
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[Van comes from a world where magic is real, ships can fly, and giant mechanical suits of armor are used by pilots in war. But a flushing toilet is still something of a mystery, and that's plainly obvious by the look he gives Baelish before shaking his head.]
No, um...but I'm sure I'll figure it out.
[The pull of a lever sounds simple enough, after all.]
Do you think you have something that will fit me?
[After all, Baelish isn't a large man, but Van is still smaller in comparison.]
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[ Baelish's clothes have all been tailored to his specific needs, after all. ]
But I do have belts you can use so they will at least stay on until you can get something better suited to your size. Just a moment.
[ He walks down the hall and into his bedroom, and it only takes a few minutes before he returns with something relatively similar to what Van is currently wearing. A pair of light colored slacks and a dark blue undershirt. He'll spare the boy king all the fancy tunics of the Westerosi style.
A leather belt is draped over both of the neatly folded clothes. ]
This should do. [ Offering the clothing over. ]
I hope you were not harmed. During the mine accident that is.
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[And, sure enough, what Baelish brings Van to wear is beyond acceptable. Blue isn't his preferred color, of course, but it will do in a pinch and it's certainly better than his current attire which not only needs a good wash but could also benefit from a good mending.
He's about to thank Petyr again for everything when he's reminded of what he'd had to endure at the Zaibach mine. Not Petyr's intention, he's sure, but there are several concealed welts on his body that still smart.]
I'm fine. It's nothing that won't heal in a few days.
[With nothing else to say for the time being, he excuses himself to disappear down the hall in the direction of the bathroom...though, despite his best efforts, and due to his unfamiliarity with this world's advancements, Van takes a little longer in there than intended. Once he's emerged, however, he could almost pass for someone of his status, all clean and properly dressed, though the way he holds onto his old attire suggests a certain level of sentimentality...
The kind that has Van remembering Hitomi's own protection of her clothing from home. No wonder she'd wanted to keep Millerna's maids from throwing them away. He understood now how valuable a memento from home was when he was so very far away from the world he came from.]
I'll...take these home with me and wash them. You won't mind if I return your clothes tomorrow?
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You do not have to worry about returning them, my friend. I have a tailor who makes things according to my particular tastes. He excels at what he does. And if you have a particular preference for a certain style from home, I could have him replicate it to the best of his ability.
[ Red shirts and khakis. A whole closet full of them if Van wants! ]
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That's really kind of you.
[Really kind, in fact, particularly given his fondness for red shirts and khakis. And the canon frequency with which those things are destroyed and then inexplicably repaired for the next scene.
Setting aside his belongings, Van took up one of the free chairs opposite Baelish, as well as the wine glass that'd been filled for him. He saw nothing at all wrong with drinking alcohol despite his age, though there was...a moment of cautiousness where his eyes traced the rim of the cup, flicked to Petyr and then back again before he took his first swallow.]
If your friend isn't too expensive, that would be great.
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We have to look out for one another in this world. Especially those of us from worlds like ours, for this world will not look out for us. It is not kindness, Your Grace. But duty. Obligation. I will aid you so that you may aid the next person who arrives from similar circumstance.
[ Picking up a small sliver of gourmet cheese with his fork, he gingerly places it on a cracker. ]
As for my friend, his prices are negotiable and inexpensive depending upon how elaborate the style. [ For Van's preference, it would be pretty much nothing. But Baelish doesn't outright insult the king's tastes! That would be incredibly rude of him. ]
But now for a few words of warning. Warnings I was given upon my arrival and feel I should pass on to you. Be wary around two imPorts -- one named Jonathan Crane and the other simply goes by the name of Lucifer. The former has been known to subject multitudes of unsuspecting people to psychological torture. And the latter, well, to simplify he is the devil.
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Duty and obligation to strangers was a treacherous thing, but especially when kindness played no part in the exchanges to follow. Allen hadn't known him, but he'd helped not only because he was honor bound as a knight, but because he'd been sincere in his gestures. He cared what happened to those around him and Van...respected that. Because he felt similarly.
He wasn't a king bound to his people by obligation to a title, but bound to them because he knew them and loved them as they loved him.
Perhaps he oughtn't accept too many of Petyr's gestures of good will, after all.]
I appreciate your warnings, but...
[He set his cup down in favor of a wedge of fruit.]
...there isn't one devil in the world, Lord Baelish, there are many with different faces and different names. If there's any consistency between this world and Gaea, it's that. I'm certain of it.