fingernails thorn trees my fickle heart too; so many things in this sad world grow back

[cailisairgid]

In the weeks and months since Nuala's arrival in the nexus - many of which she spent living in the nexus, until her brother's acquisition of the autumn fort - she has elected, by and large, not to ask her own questions. It seemed more prudent to avoid drawing that amount of attention, to establish herself more discreetly. Time passes and things

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[never_king]

"Lots," Bran says with a promptness that suggests he hasn't quite got the question. "We wouldn't be who we are without it."

[cailisairgid]

Well, if nothing else, Nuala is seeking conversation and not advice. (This is not a topic she'd bring to the multiverse to ease her own mind. She suspects that is the very last thing that it would do.) "Of course," she agrees, gently mild. "But I do not speak of 'we', or of 'they'."

[never_king]

"I'm using 'we' to mean 'Wales,'" Bran clarifies. "Hadn't got as far as a 'they.'" He's not sure what this implies about his thought processes, but doesn't like it. "I'm not sure what it means to me, personally. But it's had a big impact on the Wales I grew up in, so I don't think I'd be me without it."

[cailisairgid]

Nuala smiles faintly - unnecessary, Bran, she can pick even a wee Welshman - and tips her head. "I see."

He is - even taking into account what little she knows of him, from their first encounter - a little too young for her to weigh the question she was actually asking on his shoulders, and after a still moment where she might've continued, she leaves it at that.

[7_29_97_no_fate]

"..Thanks. For the semi-automatic. Otherwise, not much at all."

[cailisairgid]

"There is nothing else in human history you see owed your notice?" Nuala isn't challenging her - she's not the person to go to for humanity's greatest hits, let's say - but she is curious.

[7_29_97_no_fate]

"Like what, pray tell?" Sarah takes off her hat to wipe her forehead, a dismantled gun by her knees. "The atom bomb? Nuclear war heads? That we prove time and time again that we're ultimately going to destroy ourselves?" She continues her impromptu cleaning.

"No."

[cailisairgid]

"It is unfortunate to see nothing worthwhile in your own kind." Her remark is mild, though; neutral.

[arlenarkenstone]

Arlen watches her a minute but he has not been around lately so she is not familiar at all. He looks a little bit cautious though. "I owe my continued existence to my history. My... physical being..." Now he's not sure he should have answered this question.

[cailisairgid]

"In what manner?" Nuala prompts him, patiently - partially to clarify how he's interpreted it in the first place. She could've been clearer, but she's largely content not to have been.

[arlenarkenstone]

"My life has been extended much beyond that of a normal person. Through... physical adaptations." He doesn't look quite normal but he does look maybe forty something. He has a golden skin tone and golden hair and his eyes are very black with a golden sheen behind the glasses. Also he wears gloves, and carries a briefcase, and a teapot on a string. The teapot hops around his feet. Arlen has magic but it's not strong magic.

[cailisairgid]

"We are speaking at cross purposes," she notes, examining him unabashed. "I am asking: what then do you owe in return?"

[fallenbyforce]

Aj blinks up at the centaur for a moment before processing her question. He was still new to the nexus, and was getting used to the fact that all of these things existed. Vampires, werewolves, witches, now those he was used to. Though one would think a witch wouldn't be too surprised by these things.

"My own personal history? Well I guess I don't feel like I owe it much. I'm stuck with a power that slowly kills me every time I use it, and my boyfriend's father thinks I'm the son of the devil because of it." He just shrugged. "But in bigger sense, looking at the whole world's history, now that's harder to come up with an answer to."

[andchargesin]

Kalten is beginning to get a feeling that Magic Dream Land is not quite a figment of his imagination or saturation. A suspicious feeling. In any case, all he can do is play along and hope to wake up back home once more so he decides to do what everyone else is occupying themselves with.

He's never met an elf before (which is startling all by itself) but Nuala's clothing and bearing gives away her noble rank. Before speaking, he gives a polite bow. "Long hours in dusty rooms and ink-stained sleeves, dear lady." ...well, that and the ridiculously boyish grin sort of spoils it.

[cailisairgid]

Nuala smiles back at him, tucking her hands in her own deep (green, today) sleeves. "You don't sound very enthused," she says, feigning chastisement.

[andchargesin]

Luckily Kalten is used to it. "I prefer to be a part of what will be history rather than read about it." With the exception of sieges. Eventually he conceeds, "I suppose I should show some gratitude to the history of Elenia and the Church Knights, otherwise I wouldn't be doing much at all."

[cailisairgid]

"What part do you play in your history to come?" Nuala asks, with open curiosity - she suspects she can guess, though. He has a certain manner, and she's known more than her fair share of lordly warriors in her time.