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multiversallogs2011-09-02 09:44 pm
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the tickets are now diamonds
Who: Boromir & you.
What: Horse riding and stopping to chat to whoever he meets.
Where: Around the less central areas of Baedel.
When: Veerdi morning.
Warnings: None.
Boromir has had a lifetime of early rises and can be found up before the birds most mornings, unless the birds were actually unspeakable horrors that trawl around at night, and then he has to be up earlier still.
No one who actually knows him would be surprised to see him awake at the wee hours, saddling his horse and preparing for a slow, easy ride around the calmer areas of the city to get the creature accustomed to hustle and bustle. The horse in question was a fine specimen, somewhat broken but unused to crowds or being ridden on a regular basis.
It wouldn't be too unusual, in the moments it seems the most skittish, to hear the rider humming or else singing a little in Sindarin.
What: Horse riding and stopping to chat to whoever he meets.
Where: Around the less central areas of Baedel.
When: Veerdi morning.
Warnings: None.
Boromir has had a lifetime of early rises and can be found up before the birds most mornings, unless the birds were actually unspeakable horrors that trawl around at night, and then he has to be up earlier still.
No one who actually knows him would be surprised to see him awake at the wee hours, saddling his horse and preparing for a slow, easy ride around the calmer areas of the city to get the creature accustomed to hustle and bustle. The horse in question was a fine specimen, somewhat broken but unused to crowds or being ridden on a regular basis.
It wouldn't be too unusual, in the moments it seems the most skittish, to hear the rider humming or else singing a little in Sindarin.
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Buffy is still learning her way around. The city is not an easy one to navigate, but she's learning, and she's on foot to boot, drawing a mental map in her head as she wanders around the city. Safe to say, it is like nowhere she's ever been before -- magically transported or otherwise -- and she's learning quickly.
She has to. If you don't, in her experience, you tend to get dead.
She is making her way through one of the less crowded areas when she finds the aforementioned guy on a horse. And she just stands there in surprise for a moment. Of all the things she's expecting -- guy on a horse is not one of them. She continues to stare, completely in Horse Guy's way.
She hopes he's a nice guy on a horse, at least.
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In the meantime, Boromir is wondering if the young woman in front of him is all right. She could be lost, or she could have recognised him as someone else (it's a common enough occurrence in this city). Either way she's sort of in the way, so he reigns the horse out of its steady trot to address her.
"Can I help you at all, miss?" He doesn't have his Hellsing badge on right now, but you just know he's that type of guy, and probably makes the definition of chivalry feel self-concious about itself on his good days.
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She then sheepishly steps to the side, gesturing for him to continue ahead. "Sorry. Didn't mean to get in your way."
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"Not at all. Still, I feel I should introduce myself; I'm Boromir." Since it's a little less abstract than 'guy on a horse' and because courtly manners are something not easily broken out of, even if his introductions have become less formal.
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... She's very glad that she's not rambling all this out loud right now.
"Nice to meet you."
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"Well, if you're quite all right then I suppose I'll be on my way."
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She's not sure if real horses actually eat apples, but the thought is there.
"Thanks for not ... plowing me over."