4th Wall [ open/audio // open/commentlog ]

[lastofvaldemar]

Remy!

Remy, you have to come see this! I- deck thirteen, I...

[Have you ever heard him so happy? No, you have not, and likely never will.]

Just...come and see!

[For anyone who wants to find Vanyel, he'll be among the posies, with a particular Lady in tow...]

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[oneperfecthit]

[There's a man on deck 13. He's tall, wearing leather armor and there's a hawk flying nearby him.]

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[lastofvaldemar]

[Van saw him, but dismissed him as yet another wandering, confused newcomer. He's got something more important to deal with, in the person of a beautiful white mare- or at least what appears to be one.]

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[loveboundheart]

[Said Mare is more than happy to be patted. You scared her there, for a minute, Herald]

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[oneperfecthit]

[There is far too much silvery hair going on in that general direction for Lucas to be comfortable with. He was in an unfamiliar place with no recollection of how he got there and the place was filled with even more unfamiliar magic. Clearly, a wizard to blame and what was standing over there? A wizard, as far as Lucas was concerned.

Strange that the wizard hasn't attacked, but Lucas readies his fists and charges. Red soars overhead.]

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[loveboundheart]

[Van might be blissfully distracted, but Yfandes was never so naive. A Companion's field of vision is wider than a human's, and she sees Lucas' attack in tandem with the bird's and warns her Herald even as she turns to face the threat with flashing hooves. No, they never could be afforded even a moment's peace, could they?

Ever been kicked by a battle-mare, Lucas?]

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[lastofvaldemar]

Wh--

[Alerted by Yfandes, Van turns and with the theater still at range, lashes out unilaterally with magic, seizing the bird with Fetching and bringing it to ground; firmly, but with no intention to hurt the beast.

Yfandes, he trusts with his life, and more- she's trampled more than a handful of would-be assassins into pink mush for his sake, before.]

Hellsteeth.

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[oneperfecthit]

[The horse was quick and had he not seen it coming, he would have been hit by the full brunt of the attack. As it were, he was able to channel his magic to form a sort of shield that would prevent any of his ribs from breaking at least. He still hits the ground hard and curls into a defensive position.

Red, in the meantime is pulled to the ground. It looks firmly at Vanyel before screeching loudly.

Lucas whips his head over to look at his bird.]

WHA!?

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[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy arrived on deck 13 to see the fight break out. He had been excited at Van's happiness, but now he felt he had to protect him...at least until his eyes caught sight of the bird. He knew that bird. He also knew the man about to be trampled by a white horse.

Remy ran as fast as he could to the combatants, panic all over his face. He knew exactly what had sparked this.]

STOP!

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[loveboundheart]

[Yfandes calms in a way that no ordinary horse would, watching Lucas with bright, intelligent eyes that speak very clearly- move, and I'll kill you. She waits, not looking at Remy when he shows, trusting Van's hastily whispered mental advice.

Your show, love.]

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[lastofvaldemar]

[Van watched both bird and handler with as much wariness, but let go the building impetuous that would have cracked the man's shield like an egg at Remy's panicked cry.]

Seems even here there's no peace from assassins.

[Have a sidelong look, Whitecastle. Van jerks his head daintily in Lucas' direction.]

One of yours, Rem'?

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[ttlynotawizard]

[Forgive him for ignoring that little comment, Van. He's busy rushing to the side of his best friend in all the worlds.

He gets to his knees and places his hands on Lucas' arms.]

Lucas! Lucas are you all right!? It's not...it's not what it looks like.

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[oneperfecthit]

[Lucas uncurls and looks at Remy's face, confused for a bit.]

Rems?

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[loveboundheart]

[Yfandes goes out of combat stance with a snort and rolled eyes, headbutting her Chosen. All's well.]

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[lastofvaldemar]

[Van sighs softly, reaching to automatically caress her nose, and that contact softens the rest of the killing adrenaline out of his system.

...He's not letting that bird up until he sees a 'stand down' command or something. Get enough dealings with Royal Mews and Hawkbrothers under your belt, you gain a terrible respect for hunting birds.]

Answers that, I suppose.

[Best let the wizard explain, methinks.]

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[ttlynotawizard]

Let Red go, Van.

[Remy looks firmly at his lover. He'd heard the sound the hawk had made. Any time spent with Lucas and Red would inform anyone that that particular screech was Red telling Lucas to stand down.]

It's all right.

[Remy looks back to Lucas.]

It's all right. Vanyel's a friend. He's not a wizard, trust me. He's not. I met him here. He's not from Mesat.

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[oneperfecthit]

[Lucas nods and puts his arms around Remy.]

Been lookin' everywhere for ya, Rems.

[He looks up at Vanyel. If Remy says he's a friend, he's a friend. If Red screeches like that, there is no threat.]

'm sorry.