⚔ Second strike

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[After spending some time reading through the strange journal that the castle provided for him, Thassarian gets...restless. He doesn't mind waiting, as long as he's waiting for something. This sitting about just won't do. He checks his armour and straps on his swords. After a moment's hesitation, he takes the journal with him, heads into the lobby, and strides out of the castle doors with a look of resolute purpose.

Even though he really has little idea where he is going.]

[OOC: Open! Feel free to come and pester the death knight.]

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/BOTHERS ALL THE DEATH KNIGHTS

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[She'll be sitting outside of the castle doors, in a place where the sunlight is blocked by an arch overhead, her tiny frame pressed up against the exterior wall.

She'll keep herself still, but cannot help but to pinged by the arsenal. And those... eyes... Better speak up!]

Good afternoon!

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

[ and have a small death god out in the lobby, cleaning his firearms

he glances up when Thassarian walks in... whoa there

give him a minute to STARE INTO YOUR SOUL... literally

...and then he goes back to his guns ]

Bother ALL the death knights? :(

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[He stops a moment and looks up, half-smiling.]

Afternoon.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[Thassarian looks down at the boy. There's something...strange about him, but that's almost to be expected, after the last few days.

Have a military-sharp nod in your direction.]

ALL THE DEATH KNIGHTS. :|

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[Wide smile. Because... you know, it's a perpetual look for this one. Goodness!]

Off to go slay a dragon?

[/wasn't around for Mamastrasza and Crazygos' respective introductions... /will feel bad about that comment later.]

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[He grins and shakes his head--then tilts it, thoughtful.]

How many dragons are there out here, exactly?

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[And she'll lift a finger to her chin, tapping it with a hum...]

You know, I'm not quite sure, though I've been told this place is full of surprises! I am fairly new here myself, but do tell me if you come across one!

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

[ what's so strange about him? don't say the hair, that's a touchy subject ]

Hello. [ he'll look over the man again ] Going off somewhere?

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[He laughs whole-heartedly.]

I'll make sure to do that.

My name is Thassarian, by the way.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[Thassarian's one to talk about "strange", really. :| ]

Outside--having a look around.

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

Oh?

You're awfully prepared for a "look around."

[ not that he particularly finds that odd, since... he... would do the same thing... if he wore armor ]

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[That only widens her smile! You're a lot more agreeable than your pointy-eared comrade, man.

She'll nod her head gracefully, before moving your way, extending a tiny, glove hand.]

Alice Cullen. It is a pleasure, Sir Thassarian.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[laugh]

I try to always be prepared.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[The "sir" get a wry smile, and he takes her hand, shaking it with exaggerated care.]

Just Thassarian will do.

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[She'll do her best to match his strength and not be overwhelming about it!]

Oh? Pity. I thought I was in the presence of a knight!

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[His eyes widen slightly--she's stronger than she looks, this one. He'll have to remember that.]

A knight? Yes, of a sort. But "sir" makes me feel even older than I look.

[grin] Unless you're a soldier under my command.

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[Yay, assumptions she makes! She knew she would at least get the ball rolling without asking directly! But, oh man, the questions...]

And what would one have to do to be a soldier under your command, Thassarian?

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

At the moment? Be very, very foolish.

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[Bouncing a little on her feet...]

You're not a recklessly aggressive leader, are you?

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[His smile goes a little still. She's--she reminds him of his sister, of Leryssa. At least...before.]

I've been called worse.

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[8(]

I really hope you don't have to worry about such names here. I mean, you already had me giving you a title!

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

Heh. Are you usually this generous with them?

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

You could say that. I try to get along with everyone.

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

That's a rare gift.

[chimesin.livejournal.com]

One I like giving~!