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ataraxionlogs2014-03-24 11:16 pm
wroughtsteel) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-03-24 11:16 pm
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CHARACTERS: Éowyn and anyone!
LOCATION: Anywhere you would like, all over the ship
WARNINGS: None, I think
SUMMARY: Éowyn decides to do a little exploring around the ship, maybe meet more people, etc.
NOTES: Feel free to strike conversation with her or set something up and I can have her approach your character instead! I can work with both brackets and prose, so go with whatever makes you most comfortable.
[There was nothing warm about this place; Éowyn was all too familiar with that feeling. Yet it was a different kind of detachment than the cold that reigned over the lands of Middle Earth. That lingering shadow, spread like a disease far and wide to kingdoms distant, seeped into the skin and settled uncomfortably within one's heart. This place would not instill so much horror, such fear, she should think, yet it did not feel welcoming, despite being peaceful so far, no threats that she could see.
She stepped through hallways and areas unaware of where she was headed, but having no set course she simply roamed, curious she was about the different areas within the ship. She kept her sword fastened to her belt always, and she carried the device given to her upon her arrival, but she did not use it. She did not know it had a purpose, even, but as she watched others around her make use of it she could only guess it must, and more than once she found herself holding the slim black object in an attempt to understand what it was.
But from all the places she saw, it was in the gardens that she found most peace, and felt the safest. Everywhere else was still too foreign, too cold, many a noise surprising her when she least expected to hear them. It was daunting enough to think they sailed a ship entirely made of metal amongst the stars, and as poetic and idyllic as that may sound when told in tales and legends, in songs of gods and people long past, the reality, or in the very least this reality, was all too different. She should like no more than to have her feet upon ground, back in Arda, even if she would find herself back at the Pelennor Fields, facing the Witch-King. Especially then. That moment still hung over her head in endless uncertainty, as if she stood, even now, at the edge of a knife.]
LOCATION: Anywhere you would like, all over the ship
WARNINGS: None, I think
SUMMARY: Éowyn decides to do a little exploring around the ship, maybe meet more people, etc.
NOTES: Feel free to strike conversation with her or set something up and I can have her approach your character instead! I can work with both brackets and prose, so go with whatever makes you most comfortable.
[There was nothing warm about this place; Éowyn was all too familiar with that feeling. Yet it was a different kind of detachment than the cold that reigned over the lands of Middle Earth. That lingering shadow, spread like a disease far and wide to kingdoms distant, seeped into the skin and settled uncomfortably within one's heart. This place would not instill so much horror, such fear, she should think, yet it did not feel welcoming, despite being peaceful so far, no threats that she could see.
She stepped through hallways and areas unaware of where she was headed, but having no set course she simply roamed, curious she was about the different areas within the ship. She kept her sword fastened to her belt always, and she carried the device given to her upon her arrival, but she did not use it. She did not know it had a purpose, even, but as she watched others around her make use of it she could only guess it must, and more than once she found herself holding the slim black object in an attempt to understand what it was.
But from all the places she saw, it was in the gardens that she found most peace, and felt the safest. Everywhere else was still too foreign, too cold, many a noise surprising her when she least expected to hear them. It was daunting enough to think they sailed a ship entirely made of metal amongst the stars, and as poetic and idyllic as that may sound when told in tales and legends, in songs of gods and people long past, the reality, or in the very least this reality, was all too different. She should like no more than to have her feet upon ground, back in Arda, even if she would find herself back at the Pelennor Fields, facing the Witch-King. Especially then. That moment still hung over her head in endless uncertainty, as if she stood, even now, at the edge of a knife.]
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[She had never even heard the word technology before arriving in the ship, after all. She glances briefly at her own sword.]
I have skill with the blade. I do not know if that would be helpful to a place like this.
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[ robb had only had his sword, and tyke had sent him to gunnery to be trained. there were ways to learn, even for the two of them. the starks had all adjusted, one by one. ]
You could help us. Do you wish to speak with Tyke?
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[ But then a thought comes to her, and apprehensively, she asks. ]
He would not oppose to a woman joining?
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[ a little amused, if only because he sees himself in that reaction, his initial flicker of surprise at a woman charged with defending their ship. ]
Tyke is a woman. She leads us.
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[ Her tone is one of surprise, as is the stare she returns Robb. She would not have guessed it, even though she knows the roles that women may take here are much different from the ones in her own world.
Still, it is a pleasant kind of surprise, and she is smiling before long. ]
That is all the better, then. Thank you.
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[ recruits isn't the word robb would use, but they don't swear fealty to tyke. she wouldn't ask it of them, and robb doesn't impose it upon her. ]
If you need help learning of guns, please call upon me. Or those of the Gunnery. They have instructed me, when first I needed assistance.
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[ She is not entirely used to the word either, but she understands what Robb means. It is how most things seem to work here, very different from the system she is accustomed to. ]
I will let you know if that so happens. Firstly I will speak to Tyke about it, she will surely tell me what sorts of things do I have to learn if I wish to join the department. [ She offers him a slight bow. ] Thank you, my Lord. You have been most helpful.
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[ he bows, inclines his head in a gesture of respect before parting from her, grey wind following at his side. ]