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bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
for_altea) wrote in bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
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[Perhaps a few hours away from Union, there's a stream which leads to a small spring. And there's trees. And there's distant mountains and grass and woodland and--
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
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[The woman who has appeared in the campsite trails off as she gets a better look at the face of the boy who sits before her. The flickering flames cast such shadows across his face that she can hardly make out his features accurately and yet it was unmistakable -- ]
...
...........Mar-Mar?
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"Mar-Mar?! Prince Marth knows this woman?!"
[Sable just gives a switch of her tail.]
"She's a shifter. Probably half-mad. Don't let it bother you, dear..."
[Marth, of course, shows none of the apathy Sable is all too apt at giving. He steps closer, holding his hands up slightly to signify he means no harm.]
I am deeply sorry to cause you grief, but I fear you have me mistaken for another. If I might ask, who are you?
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This person was...
This person...
It was impossible...]
I... Yes. Of course. You... You look very much like someone I once knew. Long, long ago.
[A shaky smile - Tiki doesn't lose her composure often, and she finds that she isn't quite certain how to recover it.]
Please forgive me.
My name is Tiki.
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No- there is nothing to forgive, lady Tiki. Please forgive my directness, but you do not look well. If you would come with me, it would likely be best that you warm yourself by the fire. Would you find that agreeable?
[He'd feel a great deal better if she chose to. It isn't as if she looks weak, in fact, pretty strong. But she also looks like she's about to faint...]
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[Even his voice... But no. There was no use in thinking upon such things. It was purposeless.]
I had sought to aid you in this wilderness should you have need of it... but it appears I have fallen into the opposite role. But still - why is it that you are wandering in this place?
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Mar-Mar...?
Did she know him? Sable mutters something to Argent, an amused tone present.]
"He likes that one.. isn't that cute? Look at the way he's looking at her!"
[Argent almosts puffs, indignantly.]
"You don't know that. Now shut up! I want to hear what they're saying."
[Thankfully, Marth doesn't understand any of the specifics of what they're talking about. Instead, Falchion safely laid out on the ground beside him, he responds.]
That is kind of you. Very kind. I thank you humbly for your concern. Yet if I might ask... How did you know we were here? And- and how did you know my name?
[Since yes, he's assuming that nickname is based on his actual one.]
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I would think it difficult to miss the fruits of your labors. ...Or perhaps I ought to say, the scent. The fire will keep many wild Pokemon at by, though perhaps it is best not to draw attention to yourself, nonetheless.
As for your name...
May I ask what it is, in full?
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[Sunset creept in earlier than he expected tonight. Normally, the fire should have been out by now. The prince moves his gaze from it to Tiki. She still looks awfully pale, though seems to be improving. Slightly. And of course, given everything that's happened with escaping Altea, he's wary of answering. Very much so, especially given that it's feasible he was pursued even here. But this lady... she asked a question. He'll answer.
...My full name is Marth Lowell. What you called me, in mistake... of course you see the similarity.
[If she was an assassin sent from Altea, she would have known she'd found her mark by now. But something about her demeanour, her words, her expression. She couldn't really, could she? Either way, if she was... she would have known already. So, the rest of it comes freely.]
I am the prince of Altea, a kingdom to the west.
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[Perhaps it was not such an uncommon name. It was the name of a great hero, after all, one who had fought alongside the Savior in times long ago.]
I understand. It seems this is nothing more than a case of mistaken identity. I must apologize once again for alarming you.
[Tiki smiles, and it seems she's worked past her shock by this point.]
I have not heard of Altea, but I believe the people of the city to the south of here will be welcoming enough. They will surprised to hear of it - as am I, though I never did believe that humanity was as rare as it appears it to be.