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OPEN | Woodland Song
Who: Faramir and OPEN
What: Rangers Gonna Range
Where: The woods of Sobek Croix
When: the first days after his arrival
Notes: none so far
Warnings: He's out hunting, so, uh. Try not to look like a rabbit? :D
It is not that he is mistrustful because that is not his nature and if Boromir decided to pledge loyalty to Hellsing his heart would never allow him to doubt their integrity. Still, it is not in him to stay within the organization's walls for long, not until he has a better understanding of this place and not until he has sorted through all his thoughts and doubts and confusion. Until he can be at peace with the idea that there might be a reason for him to be here.
He mostly camps out, exploring and wandering the ranges of Sobek Croix' woods, hunting, thinking. Accepting to be here is hard. Coming to terms with the idea that he failed is hard. Not being with his Rangers any longer is hard, too, and should they not be here with him as they set out for Osgiliath together? Because that is what he assumes to be his fate. Faramir, too, must have fallen in battle. That it shall not be for him to know what is to be of Gondor and Middle Earth is probably the hardest of all. He can only try to imagine how that very feeling must have been like for his brother upon his arrival.
He is studying his CiD as well, still careful, respectful, watching the news and conversations unfold before his eyes while he sits by a small campfire in the evening, wondering how any of this is possible, getting edgier with each passing day, hungry for information. Clockwork and lightning. How does it all work? Once he is more accustomed, more at ease with his device he will set out and ask for libraries, schools, places of lore and knowledge.
For now he will keep roaming the district, collecting berries and mushrooms and testing out the new arrows made from Croix wood.
What: Rangers Gonna Range
Where: The woods of Sobek Croix
When: the first days after his arrival
Notes: none so far
Warnings: He's out hunting, so, uh. Try not to look like a rabbit? :D
It is not that he is mistrustful because that is not his nature and if Boromir decided to pledge loyalty to Hellsing his heart would never allow him to doubt their integrity. Still, it is not in him to stay within the organization's walls for long, not until he has a better understanding of this place and not until he has sorted through all his thoughts and doubts and confusion. Until he can be at peace with the idea that there might be a reason for him to be here.
He mostly camps out, exploring and wandering the ranges of Sobek Croix' woods, hunting, thinking. Accepting to be here is hard. Coming to terms with the idea that he failed is hard. Not being with his Rangers any longer is hard, too, and should they not be here with him as they set out for Osgiliath together? Because that is what he assumes to be his fate. Faramir, too, must have fallen in battle. That it shall not be for him to know what is to be of Gondor and Middle Earth is probably the hardest of all. He can only try to imagine how that very feeling must have been like for his brother upon his arrival.
He is studying his CiD as well, still careful, respectful, watching the news and conversations unfold before his eyes while he sits by a small campfire in the evening, wondering how any of this is possible, getting edgier with each passing day, hungry for information. Clockwork and lightning. How does it all work? Once he is more accustomed, more at ease with his device he will set out and ask for libraries, schools, places of lore and knowledge.
For now he will keep roaming the district, collecting berries and mushrooms and testing out the new arrows made from Croix wood.
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She shimmies down the tree, catching her jeans' back pocket on a stray branch and ripping it on the way to the forest floor. "I come in peace," Kate confesses with a sheepish look and her hands raised shoulder height, bow still held in her right. "It's me, Kate. Lady Kate, if you will."
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He takes off his hood, giving a slight bow in greeting. "You startled me, my lady," he confesses with a measuring look at her bow. "This is unfamiliar land for me still."
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To prove it, she crosses the space between her and the tree and plucks the spent arrow, holding it up to show him. "No metal tip and it's really just a firecracker. I use these for practice instead of the real deal."
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He tilts his head. "I had no idea you were skilled in archery."
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"I picked it up at music camp a few years ago," she explains, ripping off the rest of her torn pocket and tossing the scrap of fabric into the fire. "I also play the cello."
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When he notices her searching gaze he follows her, motioning to the small camp he set up. "Please, sit, my lady."
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Her quiver and bow, more fancy and modern compared to Faramir's, is laid carefully to the side far away from the fire so a stray spark won't set the rest of the arrows on fire like it's the Fourth of July.
"When am I gonna get you to be less formal towards me?" She smiles and delibarately slips into more casual speech pattern. "Do I have to teach you slang?"
No, that would probably horrify the poor man.
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He reaches for a hollow piece of bark that serves him as a plate for dried berries and offers it to her. "It is not the distance of formality I wish to express. I would not address a friend with less respect than given to you."
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"Where are you from anyway?"
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There is a certain pride in his voice now. It might not exactly match Boromir's, but carries the same love and dedication. "In which realm do they play the instrument called the cello?"
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He might detect the smug amusement and he might be able to put one and one together here - her reaction to his etiquett for one - but if anything he is amused. "Would you be willing to share a story or two?"
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With massive omissions about mutants, superheroes, and her line of business, of course.
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Well, they have all night, right? There's fire and food.
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"Well, New York is a lot more modern than... this," she says with a wave of her hand. "We have a subway like here, but it's a lot bigger. More cars, planes, computers and stuff."
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It seems hardly possible. This place is already beyond his imagination. "Cars," he echoes, the incomprehension in his voice quite obvious. "Planes and..."
He finds he has already forgotten the last word.
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She speaks slowly, not to be insulting, but she assumes, and rightly so, that where Faramir is from they don't have anything like that.
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If anything, he looks even more curious than before. If there's something he can do better than other members of his family it's admitting ignorance.
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Oh, they have mirrors. All sorts of mirrors that make you wonky, but magic mirrors? The talking kind? Nope. And considering Kate's world, that's a good thing.
"You guys have them? I wonder what they show you on bad hair days."
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He blinks. "Bad hair days?"
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She continues to shake her head, remembering that mess with Kang. But now there's a slight subject change Kate can take advantage of. "You know how when you wake up, your hair has a mind of it's own? Imagine that sticking around all day. Bam. Bad hair day."
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"I see. A bad hair day."