REINCARNATED AS A NATIVE

[fairyfoes]

YOU WERE BORN A NATIVE

You were born in the wilds, or the unmapped hamlets; or perhaps one of the grand cities of ALLAIDH DARACH. But you were never the master of your own destiny; and your world has been marred by war almost since its first turns. OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. DAILY LIFE. Did you pledge yourself to a court? Are you a guard or a soldier? Or perhaps your a simple tradesman hoping the breadth of the war never touches you and yours. You were an adult young, remember, by 13 or 14: do you have a family? Are you afraid of the Void, or relieved by it? What is your life like, or your relation to the courts? 02. BATTLE. Perhaps some court armies are ransacking your home, and all you can do is flee the blades and the fires. Or perhaps you've been conscripted and been given rough armour and arms, and told to charge the strangers on the opposite side. What god to you pray to, hoping for protection against fearsome shardbearer magic and might? Do you survive? 03. THE FEASTS. Perhaps you've been travelling and been offered sanctuary at the castles; or are there on some important business. Whatever the reason, you're at one of the castles for one of the legendary feasts of welcome for far-worlder shardbearers, and get to eat and drink your fill as they take it all in. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario!

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three..!!

[independant]

[ Parties never get any easier for Rin. She's a pretty and young thing which means most of the time is spent skirting the line between flirts. Talking doesn't bother her too much as she's quick with her tongue, neither does a kiss here or there. It's only when they try to pull her away from her work that she's bothered and tonight she is most definitely working. With recent fears of cultists infiltrating parties to manipulate the good (read: noble) folk of this world, most social gatherings have a magician or two in the midst of the crowd to counter it.

Rin isn't the best at the job, but she fits in nicely having come from a wealthy background herself. No one would blink an eye at the presence of a Tohsaka so a cultist could easily suspect this event was unguarded.

It's that illusion that makes Rin's job difficult. Suitors, both women and men, won't leave her alone. She's beyond the age she should marry and while comparisons to local witches don't help her cause any, Rin's not sure she's ready to settle down. After a close encounter that almost broke down the walls she uses to guard herself, she hides under one of the refreshment tables in order to catch her breath. That one was a good kisser. Too good of a kisser--she'll have to keep an eye out for him later.

Focused on her thoughts, she doesn't notice the trip hazard her feet are creating by sticking out just a bit. ]

[gordianknots]

[Waver's been to Treun before, back in his earlier travels. The city, well, she's changed. Refugees from Leathann (the Void taking it is such a given), new laws to cope with that, but in the parties, the spirit of the city hasn't changed.

The food hasn't either. And that was his primary reason for sneaking into the event. All too easy to rent some clothes or else cobble something suitable together, slide in with a group, and then act as if he's always been there. Such a skill has been invaluable for years.

He does, however, not notice the feet that are sticking out from under the table. So he almost falls over them entirely, catching himself just in time. He hisses out a soft swear, then goes about his business filling his plate. The feet get a cursory glance, and an icy:]

Your feet are a hazard.

[independant]

So are those pants with those shoes. [ Equally as cold, but soon there's a head peeking out from underneath to glare up at him. ]

And that jacket. Who dressed you? Fire them.

[gordianknots]

I can't really fire myself, you know.

[independant]

Nobles tend to not dress themselves unless they're short of finances--which is something you shouldn't be admitting out loud to a strange woman under a table.

[ Just who is this guy? He doesn't act like he dresses. ]

[gordianknots]

[Waver flashes a sharp smile at that statement, and pointedly takes a bite of the little canape he's snagged for himself.]

Well, I haven't been able to get to my publisher's lately, so I'm a little short on income.

[independant]

So you relinquished the services of your handmaid? [ Watching him eat reminds her just how hungry she is, though she makes no move to get out from her spot just yet. ]

[gordianknots]

Unfortunately.

[Handmaid. Ha. Ha. Waver sighs, and continues staring downwards.]

Would you like something to eat?

[independant]

Do you offer all ladies who are rude to you something to eat?

[ Probably. ]

[gordianknots]

No, just ladies who seem rather comfortable where they are and aren't likely to move any time soon.

[independant]

[ Is that an insult? She can't tell. ] Um...

I'll have you know I'm doing some important work down here.

[gordianknots]

[Not at all.]

Well then I'll have to leave you be.

[independant]

No, I'm not finished with you.

[ Peering up towards him. ] A bite of something to eat while I interrogate you would be a kind gesture.

[gordianknots]

What would you like?

[independant]

Something sweet with a bit of tartness behind it.

[ Trusting the fate of her tongue to a stranger. ] You mentioned a publisher earlier. Does that mean you're a writer?

[gordianknots]

There's some fruit tarts further down that I think have a lemon custard base. That sound about right?

[Even if it doesn't, Waver's going to woof down about five.] And yes, yes I am.

[independant]

What is it that you write?

[ Peering out from underneath the table a bit more with a hand held up. Pay up, old fart. ]

Judging by what I see, I'm going to say erotica?

[gordianknots]

Travel diaries and guides, actually.

[Waver snickers at that hand, putting the tart on a plate first before handing it down to Rin.]

[independant]

[ Yoink. She'll remain under the table for now. It's cozy. ] Travel diaries? Isn't that a bit cheap?

If people want to know the world, they should explore it for themselves.

And this tart tastes awful.

[gordianknots]

A lot of folks can't afford to, even if they want to. So I do my best to take them with me in my writing, and it's worked so far.

I can't help you with the tart though.

[independant]

It seems manipulative in a sense, but I suppose it can't be helped. If your writing was crap, then they wouldn't pay for it.

[ Holding out the plate. ] Try something else before I spit this up all over your shoes.

[gordianknots]

How is writing about what I see and smell and experience manipulative, exactly??

[he frowns down at the plate.]

Chocolate rosemary cake ok?

[independant]

Chocolate is always ok. [ And it just is, Mister Writer. ]

[gordianknots]

[A little cupcake comes down next.]

There.

[independant]

[ She shall enjoy this cupcake to the fullest. ] So what's your name, mister writer pants?

[ Nom nom. ] Don't tell me you have a pen name.