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[ The video turns on to reveal a large man, who is providing it with a close-up shot of about half of his face, and one strong, muscular shoulder. Most of his skin is bare, aside from a white tunic-like garment pinned at that shoulder. It's evident that someone is in the room with him, since he's focused on them and not on what he's doing. ]
Is it working? I cannot tell if --
[ Another voice interrupts, directing his attention back to the camera, and then Damen adjusts it so that his whole face is on screen. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, and his olive-toned skin is well bronzed by sunlight.
He could not look less comfortable with a camera in his hand. His smile is a somewhat awkward attempt at friendliness, but it's obvious this is new to him. ]
Hello. My name is Damen. [ His eyes flick away from the camera at that, looking again at his companion. 'Damen', and not 'Damianos'. A pet name given to a network of strangers. He sees no reason to hide their true names - but he’ll do it, even so.
While he is introducing himself, the person who had his attention earlier decides to make an appearance. Or better yet, he decides to slide into the space by ending half on Damen’s lap, one hand lazily lifting to sweep a little of his hair back from his forehead. Where the original man is large and olive skinned, Laurent looks fair and slight in comparison. He isn’t actually in miniature, a fact he will press upon people at some point, when perspective is brought up. And where there is bare skin on show behind him, his is all covered up by the kind of clothing that looks restricting even by modern standards. ]
And mine is Laurent. [ He somehow manages to look like he’s smiling without following through, which is a power he possessed before the Porter ever decided to bless him with new ones. ] As you might have guessed, we’ve only recently arrived to this wonderful place.
[ Damen has rearranged himself to give Laurent space, and slide an accommodating arm around his waist. At that comment, though, he rolls his eyes up at his lover. Be nice, Laurent.
Laurent catches that look out of the corner of his eye, mouth twitching slightly like that smile he’s been curbing is threatening to break free. ]
We would like any advice you can give about acclimatising while here. This world is unlike our own, your buildings, modes of transport, ways of communication - [ Lifting his brows upward as if to indicate the device . ] - they’re all unfamiliar. We would not like to remain ignorant.
[ Then Damen leans in, tagging onto the end: ]
And I have need of a place to train. I prefer the sword. If any of you would test your skill against mine, I’d welcome it.
[ The glance they share then seems to be one of mutual agreement. Laurent shifts slightly, reaches out to turn off the feed. His sleeve obscures the view, but to those with extremely good hearing they might catch the as if anyone could best you before Damen interrupts his own smile to reach forward.]
Wait - there was something else. [ There’s a brief scramble for something beside him, and then Damen lifts his file into view. With his eyebrows lifting and expression dubious, he reads from the page. ] Can someone tell me what-- ‘Sunday School’ is? I am supposed to teach it.
[ He glances up at Laurent, nodding. ] That’s it.
[ It’s settled then, Laurent angles the camera once, so that his sincere ( no, really! ) expression can be caught. ] We appreciate the aid.
[ ooc: Damen is red and Laurent is blue. ]
Is it working? I cannot tell if --
[ Another voice interrupts, directing his attention back to the camera, and then Damen adjusts it so that his whole face is on screen. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, and his olive-toned skin is well bronzed by sunlight.
He could not look less comfortable with a camera in his hand. His smile is a somewhat awkward attempt at friendliness, but it's obvious this is new to him. ]
Hello. My name is Damen. [ His eyes flick away from the camera at that, looking again at his companion. 'Damen', and not 'Damianos'. A pet name given to a network of strangers. He sees no reason to hide their true names - but he’ll do it, even so.
While he is introducing himself, the person who had his attention earlier decides to make an appearance. Or better yet, he decides to slide into the space by ending half on Damen’s lap, one hand lazily lifting to sweep a little of his hair back from his forehead. Where the original man is large and olive skinned, Laurent looks fair and slight in comparison. He isn’t actually in miniature, a fact he will press upon people at some point, when perspective is brought up. And where there is bare skin on show behind him, his is all covered up by the kind of clothing that looks restricting even by modern standards. ]
And mine is Laurent. [ He somehow manages to look like he’s smiling without following through, which is a power he possessed before the Porter ever decided to bless him with new ones. ] As you might have guessed, we’ve only recently arrived to this wonderful place.
[ Damen has rearranged himself to give Laurent space, and slide an accommodating arm around his waist. At that comment, though, he rolls his eyes up at his lover. Be nice, Laurent.
Laurent catches that look out of the corner of his eye, mouth twitching slightly like that smile he’s been curbing is threatening to break free. ]
We would like any advice you can give about acclimatising while here. This world is unlike our own, your buildings, modes of transport, ways of communication - [ Lifting his brows upward as if to indicate the device . ] - they’re all unfamiliar. We would not like to remain ignorant.
[ Then Damen leans in, tagging onto the end: ]
And I have need of a place to train. I prefer the sword. If any of you would test your skill against mine, I’d welcome it.
[ The glance they share then seems to be one of mutual agreement. Laurent shifts slightly, reaches out to turn off the feed. His sleeve obscures the view, but to those with extremely good hearing they might catch the as if anyone could best you before Damen interrupts his own smile to reach forward.]
Wait - there was something else. [ There’s a brief scramble for something beside him, and then Damen lifts his file into view. With his eyebrows lifting and expression dubious, he reads from the page. ] Can someone tell me what-- ‘Sunday School’ is? I am supposed to teach it.
[ He glances up at Laurent, nodding. ] That’s it.
[ It’s settled then, Laurent angles the camera once, so that his sincere ( no, really! ) expression can be caught. ] We appreciate the aid.
[ ooc: Damen is red and Laurent is blue. ]
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[ you might not be personally ready for bull just yet, though, laurent. baby steps. ]
The folder's not particularly helpful, I hear. Depending on what you were given, though, there might be people here that can help you get it under control. I think there's even a school. [ though he's wary of anything like that, given the circles back home. ]
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I think I will keep that in mind. [ Then -. ] Though I will make sure not to overwhelm you.
A school? Not a Sunday one, I hope.
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[ but as for the school.. that earns a slightly puzzled pause. ] I'm not entirely certain what a Sunday school is, but I don't think that school is considered one. They have classes all week, I think. I'm afraid I don't know much about it.. I suppose I'm naturally wary of any formal institution that attempts to tell me how to use my own abilities.
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I might look into a tutor for it. [ Not a school though, he has always been privately educated and learning in so public a forum takes away his advantage. ] Though it has not troubled me too much yet. I am probably one of the lucky ones.
[ Just wait until they figure out Damen's power, then they're fucked. ]
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he looks curious, though, head tilting faintly in interest. ] May I ask what you were given? I mean, if you're not uncomfortable with the subject.
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Ice. [ There's the smallest hint of bitterness in his expression, a twist to his easy countenance that suggests something underlies his reaction to it. It's easily controlled, just a moment in time that is gone quick enough. ] Moreso, the creation of it.
[ He has ice in his veins, it's charming, he's charmed. ]
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he shifts, then reaches out, touching the table the device is propped on with a fingertip. from there, hoarfrost spirals out in lacy patterns across the surface. ]
It doesn't come as easily to me as some of my other magic, but I sometimes use it defensively in a fight. [ so he's around to talk about elemental magic sometime, too. ]
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I can see how it could have his uses.
[ He froze a glass, then a tabletop. But if he could wield it into something useful he might stop wanting to set fire to the Porter. ]
Perhaps when we are settled, you and I could meet?
[ It takes a lot to ask, but what choice does he have? ]
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I'd be glad to. I could always use more practice and refinement, myself. .. Particularly since I don't often have cause to use my magic here.
[ not a lot of demons or venatori to fight here. ]
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[ He's already had this conversation with a handful of people, but he's interested to hear Mahanon's point of view on the matter. ]
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Though I've heard some pretty awful things, thus far this is the least warlike war I've ever seen.
[ not that mahanon is a grizzled old veteran just yet, but he's definitely seen some fighting-- particularly since becoming inquisitor. ]
Anyway, I've seen more harm come from this nation's own government and a few imPorts inclined toward causing trouble than I have from any supposed Russians.
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[ Where are the camps and the messengers and the training grounds? Shoddy work. ]
So you do not believe these Russians are the root of all evil? [ He sounds like he's amused, like this is an enjoyable joke. But really, if America is to be anything like his uncle, using another kingdom as a scapegoat for power, then he would like to know it. ]
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[ the question earns a twist of his mouth, a little wry, a little tired. ]
I'm sorry to say that I've seen what evil looks like, and this is just.. typical of two quarreling nations, I think. I don't understand the conflict enough yet to have a more educated opinion.
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Laurent's eyebrows tick upwards slightly, adding it to a curious little list of things he'd like to know about Mahanon. ]
Someone is always to blame. Wars only start because a kingdom wishes for more power. I would not like to be forced to fight for the wrong side.
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But from what he has heard through the other imPorts, that's unlikely. ] Privileges?