(He's not cowering! He's just...trying to figure things out from a safe place! Yes, that's it. The bedsheets offer him comfort and security, so that he can calm down and think things through...
...who is he kidding? He's terrified! But although he's not one of those idealistic and foolish types, he's still got a shred of pride. As such, he will summon what little that is left of his courage to protest the girl's description of him. He's got a reputation to uphold, damn it!)
W-what!? Me, Figaro, a coward? Nonsense! The Barber of Seville is no coward! A knight I may not be, but I'll have you know that for the sake of my art, I have braved the evils of the censors and the church in Madrid. Not even on threat of execution have I retracted my work! How's THAT for bravery, little girl?
(He humphs crossly and get out of the bed, crossing his arms. Of course, leave it to him to omit the fact that while people may not have been happy with his work, he was still only a little fish in a little pond. But damn it, his pride's on the line here!!)
And how is it possible that I have jumped through time? Man has never lived past 70; how can I breach a hundred, much more two hundred, without nary a telltale sign on my body?
Being a bit frightened is a common enough reaction to arriving here. Everyone has adjusting to do.
[Okay. Explaining time travel to someone from 1776. She can do this.]
The town has access to powerful forces. When you're at that level, moving through time is much the same principles as moving through space. This is a very peculiar place, you'll find that rather quickly.
It is brave. [She acknowledges, though she must then question why he was not executed. But she can quibble with the details of his stories some other time; what matters is that he is back out of bed.
Though if there is something for her to quibble with...]
And I am a val of Beldrobbaen, not a 'little girl.'
...who is he kidding? He's terrified! But although he's not one of those idealistic and foolish types, he's still got a shred of pride. As such, he will summon what little that is left of his courage to protest the girl's description of him. He's got a reputation to uphold, damn it!)
W-what!? Me, Figaro, a coward? Nonsense! The Barber of Seville is no coward! A knight I may not be, but I'll have you know that for the sake of my art, I have braved the evils of the censors and the church in Madrid. Not even on threat of execution have I retracted my work! How's THAT for bravery, little girl?
(He humphs crossly and get out of the bed, crossing his arms. Of course, leave it to him to omit the fact that while people may not have been happy with his work, he was still only a little fish in a little pond. But damn it, his pride's on the line here!!)
And how is it possible that I have jumped through time? Man has never lived past 70; how can I breach a hundred, much more two hundred, without nary a telltale sign on my body?
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[Okay. Explaining time travel to someone from 1776. She can do this.]
The town has access to powerful forces. When you're at that level, moving through time is much the same principles as moving through space. This is a very peculiar place, you'll find that rather quickly.
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Though if there is something for her to quibble with...]
And I am a val of Beldrobbaen, not a 'little girl.'
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I'm afraid...I don't understand?
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