there's no map, and a compass won't help at all

[caballero]

Who: Bruce Tom and Ilde, eventually Seoraj.
What: PONIES.
Where: The southern farmlands.
When: S..OMETIME.. probably before the log with Wolfgang, we kept saying we were going to do this log (IT STARTED BEFORE WE MOVED TO DW), so it's happening whenever is convenient for our timelines.
Notes: BATMAN AND A FAERIE ARE GOING TO SEE PONIES, DEAL WITH IT.
Warnings: None it's ponies.

Based on what he knows of her from the network, Bruce isn't entirely sure why Ilde is here with him - hanging out. Hell, he's not sure why he's here, but it seems like she's got more of a reason to not want to spend time with some human guy, easily trumping his desire to shun all socialization on principle. Maybe she's just curious, or maybe the opportunity to do this with someone who knows what he's doing overrides whatever else - maybe Bruce should stop trying to analyze everyone else all the fucking time, and think about himself for two minutes. (Never.)

It's dark on the edges of Stoneshell, rural, lacking in light pollution or even courtesy lamps, but the moon is good enough illumination for him. This won't be the first time he's wondered about the gravity and cosmic location of Baedal; the moon doesn't look quite like Earth's Luna, or even Cruithne. His boots crunch in the grass, noises soft but deliberate - he could be silent, as he moves, but it would be strange, seeing as he isn't alone.

Comments

[serjeant]

"I thought about it for myself," with his mysteriously comfortable supply of marks, "but it didn't work out to so practical. Good beasts, mind. Sir Hellsing had hers from around here, if I'm not missing my mark."

For others, yes, he can see the value-- but while he can ride, he's used to walking and for the most part, he does just fine with his relatively localized lifestyle and public transport when he needs to head further afield. (Or when he's just curious about what's over that hill, which is-- often.)

...also he's just really fond of Integra's horse.

[caballero]

'Mysteriously', sir, he met you coming out of the Arena.

"There's a stable down the street," he says - so, there's space, even with apartment living. "And I hate the train."

He was totally just shopping, out there. In the middle of the night. Really.

[serjeant]

Sure, that seems believable. (No.)

Seoraj grimaces. "The cabs make me feel like a wanker," he says, "but better than the train." Sitting in a carriage like some posh piece of work is just not exactly his style, but nice, trustworthy horse-power and a driver he can chat with are significantly preferrable to getting into one of those hulking great steel beasts.

He likes steel. He does not like trains. He probably wouldn't like cars, either, sorry, Bruce.

[caballero]

"There's a real big one, that runs through the city like it does here, and parts up like the skyrail, in my hometown." That's finally, finally running again - Bruce hated that the train had ended up so damaged (thanks to him) and is pleased it's back (thanks to him, appropriately). It felt worse than his parents' house being burned down; his father actually put effort into the train. The house had just been inherited. "It doesn't track you, though."

Aha.

[serjeant]

Much as Seoraj likes Baedal, he's no fonder of their government than anyone else; he keeps his head down and his nose clean and he listens, because he's used to listening, to acting when he has an order and to staying alert so as to make sure following orders involves 'being alive afterwards'. He grimaces again, but less good-naturedly, and quieter as he drinks from his mug. He's seen regimes not unlike this one before and it's a nasty, ugly business that's all the more successful because of the seductively distracting surface that he'll own he's a part of now. Some people know better than others the reality of what they're all living in.

"That's as is."

[caballero]

Not everyone notices; not everyone notices it for what it is, either. And it's not like Baedal is endless terror - what's good is good, and the regime isn't as bad as, say, Gotham.

But it's still pretty damn bad.

"It's something worth keeping an eye on." Gently corrective of as is - like he takes the status quo as a thing that's out to irritate him personally. (That Bruce has the soul of a troublemaker is not something Seoraj needed this morning to notice, narration suspects.)

Fluidly: "If I woke you up way too early, I can just creep out the back, you know."

[serjeant]

Very mildly, "Fire doesn't go lighting itself, Tom." A few beats later, because Baedal: "In this house."

In other words, he was already up, he's just still in the process of achieving actual wakefulness. Which may or may not have something to do with the fact one of the locals pays him in good ale, uh.

"Besides," sipping, "the wood out the back's still no good. Porch out that way's all blocked off for now." Surely Seoraj would love to explain to locals why there was some random dude hopping out his window. Surely!

After a few moments, "I pay my share of attention. When I'm awake."

[caballero]

Hey. If Bruce went hopping out of his window, no one would notice. There are some things he is not actually inept at.

Still - the mental image is perhaps a little more scandalous than either of them needs, and he smiles a bit to himself, though he hides it behind his mug. That's very nice of you, Seoraj, combating a potential hangover to put up with his crazy ass.

"Well, I wasn't kidding about coffee."

[serjeant]

Seoraj chuckles into his own, before he sets it down. "Let me get decent, eh?" Because he's one of those people in the city for whom getting dressed involves taking his pants off, yes. No one can judge his kilts, and you all love his knees.

[caballero]

He cracks a bit more of a visible smile - works for him. The kilts are indeed just fine, though Bruce personally would still wear pants under it. (There are too many scars on his knees that shouldn't be there.)

The sun'll be coming up in a bit. He's always liked this time of day.