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Today, life is good

Who: Boromir and Faramir

What: 'Tis a Tale of a Most Epic Reunion of Bros

Where: Just outside the Inn

When: Soon after Faramir's arrival

Warnings: May ~~contain ridiculous amounts of sentimentality~~ INDUCE PUKING OF RAINBOWS ALL OVER THE PLACE

Once he stepped outside Faramir closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling softly. The cool breeze on his face revived his spirits but his hands were still cold, his chest aching with the aftermath of the onrush. All of his memories before the world had turned dark were sketchy at best and it brought a pain of doubt and uncertainty with it. Had he then fallen in battle, thus being reunited with his brother in death?

He opened his eyes again, taking in the view around him, his hand running idly over the Inn's wall. What a strange place indeed, with doors that would not open and devices that would allow you to speak over such vast distances.

He briefly considered pulling the CiD out and examine it again but other things were far more important now. Watching expectantly he strained his ears for the familiar sound of hooves.

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Somewhere from the direction of Sobek Croix, a horse comes swiftly galloping and most citizens had been willing to get out of the way because the rider was wearing Hellsing colours (black with some red detail) and Boromir didn't look as though he were about to stop for anyone.

When he does round the corner, still familiar with this neighbourhood's streets since his own stay six months ago, the horse is reared to a stop.

"Faramir!"

He's already dismounting a second after his brother's name is spoken, unbothered about tethering his horse because that would impede his rushing over. It's easy to guess which one is considered more important right now.

To an outside viewer it might seem as if he is perfectly composed but Faramir can barely contain his impatience as the minutes pass.

So when he spots the arriving traveler he immediately moves away from the wall, only to stop after a few steps. Whatever he has learned from the CiD, it hasn't prepared him for the sudden storm of emotions that threatens to overwhelm him now. There is his brother, in the flesh, riding up towards him and in the light of that everything else becomes unimportant.

He rushes over to meet Boromir, laughing merrily along the way before he pulls him into a fierce, brotherly hug. "It really is you!"

Boromir is roars with a very joyous laughter, returning Faramir's hug just as fiercely. He hasn't felt this ecstatic sort of happiness in a long time.

"I could say the same!" he says, then pulls back slightly, gripping Faramir by the shoulders. "Oh, what a sight you are for sore eyes and a heavy heart. I had given up hope of ever seeing a friendly face from home, but you of all people--" He breaks off, grinning broadly. "My brother."

"What a sight indeed!" Faramir echoes.

"Had all the wise men of Middle Earth told me of this moment to come, I would have turned my head in scornful disbelief and anger." He clasps his brother's arm, eyes bright with happiness. "To hear your voice once again - I must share all of it, for it is more joy and wonder than one heart alone can contain."

Another laugh, another hug. "We must sit and tell each other everything. And there is little point in sitting if there is neither good food nor ale. Come! Do you have much to bring with you? I'll not have you stay at the Inn when I can offer the hospitality of my own quarters."

For someone who is normally so certain in what he does, Boromir seems unable to contain his excitement and decide what task to settle on first.

"Let us be off then, for I have nothing to carry except this." His hand reaches for his bow, patting the wood two times.

"And I would be honored to be a guest at your table. Lead the way; I shall follow you wherever you may go."

"My table is a long way off, although I have an idea how to make the journey shorter. This city is vast, a country in itself, or more if the number of its people are to go by. One thousand thousand." An extremely large number that Boromir had hardly believed when told.

"Though for its size, I would wager it does not hold half the greatness of Minas Tirith." Not that he's biased. "Parts of it are decent, although even now it is still strange to me. If you should see anything and wonder along our way, or if you have any other queries, I would gladly explain."

In the meantime, he makes his way over to his horse, instructs it in Sindarin to make its way home and smacks its rear to set it on its way. "We shall take the El-train," he says, one hand on his brother's shoulder, guiding him in the station's direction. If Faramir is going to live in Baedel, he may as well be thrown in the deep-end as far as technology is concerned.

Faramir walks with him, soon taken captive by all the impressions. It also becomes more and more difficult to decide whether to keep his eyes fixed on his brother - his live brother - or the incredibl views around him. "One thousand thousand! In one city!" He chuckles, his elbow gently nudging Boromir's side. "It always has to be big with you."

However, the more they walk the more Faramir's steps slow considerably until he comes to a stop, staring at the station and all its happenings in astonished disbelief.

Enjoy the sight, Boromir, your little brother is mute with awe.

"Hush, you," Boromir says, nudging him back. He does notice Faramir's slowing steps and turns to look at him. He can't help but think if this was what he was like on his arrival (and he was), then he's even more thankful for the helpful people he met in his first few days.

"I can try to explain it, if it helps. It all works due to a combination of clockwork and lightning." No one ever said it would be a good explanation. "How, I'll never understand. I shall leave that to the more scholarly." Which is a little dig and a little compliment on Faramir's behalf.

He leads them to the platform and looks around to see when the next train is coming. Five minutes --the service is fairly regular as one of only two main modes of transport.

Faramir ducks his head briefly - there may have been one too many dibs recently towards the wizard's pupil - but still smiles meekly at his brother's words because he knows they there is only fondness behind them.

Clockwork and lightning. Curiosity soon gets a hold of him and he steps forward to have a better view at the tracks.

"Faramir--" A hand goes out to pull him back. Boromir doesn't look stern but he points to a yellow line on the platform. "It's dangerous to get too near."

In the distance is the noise of something coming along the tracks. "Look, you'll see why."

Although it's slowing down, the train is certainly going at a fast enough speed than what they're used to. Not to mention it's very large and made of metal.

"Dangerous?" Looking back over his shoulder Faramir is just about to inquire what the yellow line refers to when the unfamiliar sound reaches his ears. Frowning at Boromir in confusion he turns his head to look back at the tracks - this time from a safe distance - but when the train is pulling in he stumbles back against his brother, eyes going wide.

One hand comes to rest immediately on his bow as he watches the construct move and come to a screeching halt.

"I fear it won't do much good to shoot at it." It's said mildly, as he puts out an arm to steady him.

"Clockwork, lightning and metal carts." Nearby, the doors open. "Come --I assure you it's as safe as riding on a horse."

Although considering how Faramir's first few riding lessons went, Boromir tries his best to push that thought out of mind.

"Only mere seconds ago you claimed it dangerous," Faramir points out with a bit of a huff. He tenses up when the doors open on their own accord.

It is only his brother's words that make him let go of his weapon and step forward tentatively.

"And so is riding a horse if you do it the wrong way." He steps foward onto the train, turning around and keeping his hand on the frame. "Quickly now, or the doors will close and you'll be left there on your own."

If that reminds Faramir of the sing-song lilt Boromir would get in his voice when they were children doing something they shouldn't, oh well.

And that gets him to move. With one last, brief notion of hesitation Faramir finally steps forward, following his brother into the cart just in time. He winces away when the doors hiss shut behind him, then straightens up a bit.

"And this mountless carriage will take us to--" He is forced to stop and windmill for balance, startled by the sudden jolt when the trains starts moving again and quickly grabs one of the bars for support. "... You are enjoying yourself, are you not."

Boromir grins. Only a little, Faramir. "This will take us to the central station, a large place where all these carriages congregate. There, we shall step off and take another that can journey towards Sobek Croix. This one does not travel in that direction."

He takes a seat and ushers his brother to the one next to him. "Sobek Croix is a fine area of the city, and more similar to Middle-Earth than others. It is where I reside and it is where Hellsing is stationed. Hellsing is a private army that battle any dark forces that besiege the city. I am recognised as...a captain, of sorts. They call it something different; a senior field agent."

"There is more than one?" Faramir shakes his head slightly. He tries to listen to Boromir but his gaze is drawn towards the window, watching as streets, buildings and people fly by.

"A senior field agent..." What an odd word indeed. "This city is at peril then?" It is more a statement then a question really. Some things will probably never change - not even in death, or so it seems. Not that he truly expected to find peace here, that would be a novel concept in their life.

"Often enough. Within a few days of arriving here, we were under attack from all manner of creatures. Wretched black eels which sent out a noise that caused illness. Giant clawed beasts with small primates clawing themselves out of the greater creature's stomach. It was then I became acquianted with Sir Integra Hellsing."

She made him a sandwich and called him about a job some days later. And that was that. "Little more than a month later, there were giant ants creating plants that made people sick. I was instructed to go on a quest by the gods of this city, along with others."

"Then of course there are the more unruly citizens who dabble with dark forces or have no shred of valor in their hearts. Most here are good people who would wish to live peaceful lives, but there are others who would spoil that peace."

"And those who stand in their way to defend it." Faramir can't help but smile at the tales he has been told. It is just so much like his brother to fend off the wretched creatures of this place and go on divine quests.

"The wonderous things you have seen! You must tell me all about it."

Boromir smiles, a little sadly. "Perhaps some other time, or at least after we have rested. Your coming here has truly lifted my spirits but there have been dark times of late. A captain of ours died not long ago. We were not great friends, but we were comrades, and Dean Winchester was a good man. His loss has been deeply felt throughout the Guild."

Now that is something he can relate to. Faramir leans forward to rest his hand on Boromir's arm for a moment.

"Then I shall keep my questions while the city remembers his bravery."

Faramir might not know Dean but if Boromir regards him as a good man that says a lot and quite enough for him.

After a change of train and more travelling, it's a decent walk until they reach what looks like a small village (http://multiversal.wikkii.com/wiki/Neighbourhoods#Sobek_Croix) that wouldn't be out of place in Medieval Europe and is not entirely dissimilar to somewhere like Bree.

"Welcome to Sobek Croix." If it sounds as though Boromir is relieved to be back, it's because he is. He can deal with the rest of the city for work related reasons, but it's good to have some respite from the chaos.

Faramir, too, finds himself realxing at the sight. After the overwhelming impressions of the day the familiarity here evokes a certain feeling of arrival and peace.

"It is hard to believe we shall still be within the same city walls," he points out, letting his gaze wander. Walking next to his brother he unconsciously starts picking up a few strong branches here and there - while he brought his bow with him he has long realized his quiver is empty.

"Indeed. It is not the only place a man can go to walk and gather his thoughts. There are some forested areas, and farmlands if you head far enough in the other direction. Although it not a wall that surrounds this city."

There will be plenty of time to explain that. For now, it's comforting but odd watching Faramir go about doing something that was once so familiar. Boromir can't help but grin.

"Come --my table is Hellsing's table. We shall dine at the Guild Hall for now. I must admit, I left my duties unattended when I rushed to meet you. I am sure Sir Integra and the Princess Nuala understand, but I cannot be neglectful for too long."

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