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Post by Lady Amira Nuit on Dec 1, 2010 1:14:43 GMT -5
Amira sighed. Something didnt feel right. Unsure of what she was feeling she kept walking down the street. Looking around she was perparing herself for anything to come. It had been awhile sense her sort of happy ending. Almost a year now has passed sense anything really bad happened in her city. Still small things she dealed with but no big evils came around but sense a year had passed someting told her it might be time for something like that to happen. So she was on full patrol just awaiting for some action. She was glad that nothing bad was happening now but things may change. It always does.
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Post by Duke Bippwatt on Dec 1, 2010 2:32:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Alastair currently does not speak any of the languages of the current world. However, periodically, he casts some sort of spell that allows him to speak with anything. However, he must cast it for ever being he wishes to speak with))
Alastair walked down the street. He knew it to be a street, because it served the same purpose it had in Lanesthai. But it was different from the roads he knew. Now steel beasts motored down the odd material that these roads were made from. It was bizarre. He had been in this world for 3 days. He didn't have the faintest clue where he was and he didn't speak any of the languages around here. And no one knew Hrzadin Trade Common here! Which was the most ridiculous thing ever! Even Solarians know the Empire's Trade tongue.
So deep was he in his contemplation, that he literally ran into someone on the walkway. He bent down to pick up his hat. Nifty thing. Never seen one like it before. The shop keeper called it a fedora. There was no word for it in Common, so his magic couldn't translate. He had mastered the word easily. The rest of the language was hard. He had gotten yes, no, I don't know, How Much, Where can I find food and Where is a bed. Apart from that, he didn't have much. So, given that, he quickly casted a translation spell. Then he spoke.
"Sorry, Madame. Allow me to excuse myself. I was not paying attention." His cadence is clipped, as though his voice was not his own. "I'll be on my way now, with your permission." His head was still bent down, his hat off, resting upon his chest.
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Post by Lady Amira Nuit on Dec 1, 2010 13:50:20 GMT -5
Amira paused. Looking him up and down for a moment something seemed off about him. Not totally in a bad way but just them facted he bummed into her. He seemed like he didnt know where he was going and that wasnt good in a place like this. She smiled softly at him. "No need to apologize," She began, "It may seem you are a little new to this area. If you wish I can show you around to where you need to go. I have nothing I am doing right now." She was the protecting of this city. Fighting off evil and saving humans and the weak creatures that needed help. It wasn't a job but more that it was what she was born to do. The Chosen One. So she would stay with this man if he wanted her too. It didnt look all bad at that either. So she just waited for his answer.
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Post by Duke Bippwatt on Dec 2, 2010 1:35:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Brackets[] denote the spell finding the best suited word for it. Not a direct translation. It tends to sound a bit more metallic and echoish)
"That would be very kindly of you, Madame. I know not much of this place. Or this world."
He raises his head, setting his hat on it. Fedora. Such an odd word!
"For the first, my lady, do you think you could teach me the [language] of this place?" He knows this will take time, but he is obviously determined to learn it, if he is going to spend any time in this world.
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Post by Lady Amira Nuit on Dec 2, 2010 10:31:27 GMT -5
Amira could hear his words almost as clear as day. Some sounded far to her but she still understood. Being half werewolf and half vampire of which both creatures had awesome hearing alike she got most of it pretty clear.
She nodded at him and waved a hand as she began to walk as it motioned to follow her. "I would be happy to help." Again nothing better to do with her time. No hell mouth was opening nor no horrible demons to fight at this moment. It was worth it to relax for just a little while to help this man out. She looked at him as she talked. "Are you hungry? I know of a good restaurant that serves everything." He seemed proud but humble. No one like that could ever be from this place. She wondered what his back story was as she awaited for an answer of any kind.
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Post by Duke Bippwatt on Dec 2, 2010 20:01:40 GMT -5
Alastair's stomach roared at him the moment the lady in front of him mentioned food. He hadn't eaten anything for a day. He ran out of rations at that time.
"That would be very kind of you, Madame. I am quite hungry."
He followed where ever she led him and kept alert. He seemed very out of place. His whole demeanor said; "I am a stranger and I don't belong."
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Post by Lady Amira Nuit on Dec 4, 2010 18:58:44 GMT -5
They came to a nice place that they knew Amira well at. They always gave her free food to the people she was protecting. They loved her. Mac the owner walked over. "Amira my love. So good to see you." He looked to the man and smiled then turned back to her. "Not usually your kind."
"He needed help. I'm here to answer the call. Besides things been slow sense..."
"No nevermind you talk of such things my love. Come here is a menu. Miranda will be over in a moment."
"Thank you Mac."
He walked off and she looked to him. "Do you want me to order for you? What do you eat so I can let them know." She waited as the waitress got done with one couple and came over to wait on them.
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Post by Duke Bippwatt on Dec 6, 2010 17:34:53 GMT -5
Alastair looked at the menu, then chuckled a bit. "That won't do much good!" He holds his hand over the menu, which then changes. All the characters change to a completely different script.
"Ah. Much better." He looks at their drink selection. Odd. No mead or ale? How bizarre. He orders something by the name of Root Beer. Perhaps it would be close? And then he looks at the woman, who was apparently called Amira, that seemed very kind and well intentioned.
"So, Madame, what are typical eating customs in this world? I doubt they would be the same to the ones I am used to!" He smiles, the faint glimmer of a laugh lingering in there.
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