OPEN | Woodland Song

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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.

Comments

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"I hail from the city of Minas Tirith, in the kingdom of Gondor."

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?"

[joiedeviolet.livejournal.com]

"Earth. Specifically the city of New York, in the kingdom of America." So Kate might be the most mature one out of the Young Avengers, but she still retains a bit of a trollish streak in her, evident by the smirk on her face.

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"I have never heard of it."

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?"

[joiedeviolet.livejournal.com]

"Only if you're willing to tell me about Gondor." She smiles at him, friendly and sweet, willing to tell him all about New York.

With massive omissions about mutants, superheroes, and her line of business, of course.

[itisforfeit.livejournal.com]

"Gladly." Even with the massive omissions he will be more than impressed. And he will want to know, oh, just everything ever.

Well, they have all night, right? There's fire and food.

[joiedeviolet.livejournal.com]

Curiosity is fine by Kate. After all, she has a bit of it on her own. Shifting to sit crossed legged in a more comfortable position, she glances up at the sky, trying to figure out where to begin.

"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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"Even more?"

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.

[joiedeviolet.livejournal.com]

"Computers," Kate supplised helpfully. "They kind of look like the CiDs we get here, but some are bigger and some are smaller."

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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"Magic mirrors," Faramir inquires. "They are frequent in your world?"

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.

[joiedeviolet.livejournal.com]

"Only in fairy tales."

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."

[itisforfeit.livejournal.com]

"I have yet to come across a magic mirror in its actual shape," he admits with a laugh. "But we have artifacts that can show you things which are far off or have not yet happened. I would not deem myself fit to use them, however."

He blinks. "Bad hair days?"

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"I wouldn't use them to be honest," Kate shakes her head. "I've had enough of messing with the timestream that being curious about the future only leads to things I'd rahter not know."

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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Faramir follows her advice, which leads to him glancing up to his hair for a moment. When he looks back at her his expression is still slightly bewildered but also amused, revealing that he's actually getting the humor.

"I see. A bad hair day."