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maskormenace2016-09-05 07:58 pm
barbarus) wrote in maskormenace2016-09-05 07:58 pm
1 cuff | video | joint post
[ 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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[ Much like Damen, it isn't the kind of war she understands either. ]
It's a war between two great nations, of a scale I've not witnessed. [ Yet. ] But America is almost as big a land as the one I call my homeland. Westeros is made of fragmented kingdoms, endless civil warring, the kind that puts all lives at constant risk, whether on the battlefield or off of it.
Even if America has its conflicts across the seas, it knows peace amongst its own people. That is the sort of peace I would wish for, and hadn't yet seen.
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[ The state where countries are constantly at war with each other - that is the world that Damen knows, and one he finds easier to understand. It's fair to say he doesn't completely have the sense of exactly how big America is, at least not yet. Their cities seem enormous to him. He hasn't yet found comprehension of the country as a whole. {
I am used to war, but it is not like this. And I hope for peace, despite that history.
If what you say is true, perhaps there is something we can learn from this place. At least then our time would not be wasted.
[ In theory, anyway. He's stretching really hard to find the silver lining here. ]
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You have the look of a warrior, ser.
[ In morE WAys thAn onE. ]
Do you fight in your wars?
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I am. Akielos has known something of peace for the last six years. Before that, we were at war, and I have led men in many battles.
Laurent is the same. He may be smaller than I, but he is not to be underestimated.
[ He probably wouldn't mind being underestimated, though. ]
You say it is a constant in your land. Is that something you have seen for yourself?
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[ No need, here, to get into specifics, but she can speak of abstractions, such as; ]
Sometimes such battles are necessary. Others are nothing more than the result of greedy men. When considering the price of such a thing, you must consider its value.
[ A little lighter, genuinely curious; ]
What does a warrior do in times of peace?
[ Eventually, she will stop herself. For a little while longer, she has questions. ]
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Never mind that only a few months ago, Damen would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested it to him. Things have changed since then. ]
He must do whatever his people need him to do. There is always another form of duty.
[ Damen smiles. It wouldn't be appropriate to be too solemn, especially when their true roles are being concealed. ]
But a warrior in a new world, faced with a war he does not know and machinery he does not recognise?
Perhaps he must find his own way. He won't be teaching Sunday school, that much is certain.
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Perhaps he is learning too. And she smiles, then, a smile that shows teeth, however briefly. Almost a laugh; ]
I wouldn't be able to tell you what that is. I was given the duty of a firefighter, which is, I've learned, exactly as it sounds.
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[ Well, apparently all their technology can't fix every problem. Still, he tries to imagine this girl at a task like that, and his imagination fails him. ]
Dangerous work. Am I wrong to assume you have foregone that duty?