[And Faramir wandered straight into a whole fucking army of slow mutants]

[Luckily for Faramir, well, he's Faramir. With all the badassery that entails. So not only did he notice them before they started shooting poison at him, he also stained his sword with an awful lot of mutie blood. Consensus; they're easier to kill than orcs]

[Less luckily, ( Read more... )

[Your school is highly confusing to the epic-fantasy nearly-a-prince. He's just wandering around, looking kind of lost. New students, huh?]

[He's also somewhat confused by his green hoodie and jeans. These are not clothes he's used to wearing. They feel heavy and strange - as opposed to his sneakers, which feel far too light. Also, he seems to have ( Read more... )

[It's not as though Faramir's out of place here. Hell, he fits in here better than most worlds - if anything, it's a little more advanced than he's used to, but that's fine by him]

[It's not that he lacks the skills, either. He's a warrior, after all. He can shoot and fight and climb walls with the best of them]

[It's not even that he's a guard, ( Read more... )

[It's been a long time since Faramir was at a party. Since, for example, he entered the shifting worlds]

[And this is extremely unlike any party he's ever attended, in any case. He's a Steward, after all. The parties he's used to are high-class affairs, with wine and feasts and dancing to the music of Gondor's finest musicians]

[The idea of disco ( Read more... )

[Faramir does not approve of this worldchange ( Read more... )

[On the top of the ridge to the north, where a spit of granite stands out like a eastward-pointing finger, there is a carefully-constructed pyre, layered with rotten wood and dry grass - slow-burning, and smoky, Faramir hopes. It's been a few hours' work, and there's fresh fuel standing to one side]

[Faramir digs the flints out of the pouch at his ( Read more... )

[Faramir sits up, his hand flying to his sword at once, and looks around, standing slowly]

[...no machinery. No Eddie, dead or otherwise. No Morgoth-thing. Just empty grassland]

[And he remembers the flash of light and the feeling of burning, but without pain - the feeling of evaporating, like smoke off a mirror - and the sirens. He falls back ( Read more... )

By the Tree...

What is this place, more blasted and barren than the very plains of Mordor?

[Faramir DOES NOT APPROVE of this worldchange]

And these cats... I have never seen a beast look more ready to spring, none but the wolves of Sauron...

( Read more... )

[If you look over here, you may see some crayons flying around, sketching with careful precision in midair. There's nobody holding them... or, at least, so it seems ( Read more... )