Arthur ♜001

[princeclotpole]

Who: princeclotpole and somarium
Where: Espoir
Style: Either, starting in third
Status: Open

"Merlin!" A young man, looking somewhat frazzled and annoyed asked as he lead his horse through the village, bellowing at the top of his lungs. "Merlin you are the most useless, empty headed, lazy manservant I have ever known. If you don't turn up soon and explain where I am

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[princeclotpole]

Quite matter-of-factly Arthur raised one eyebrow and nodded to himself and the stifling chainmail he wore. "I've been trained to kill since birth." Some of the earliest memories he had involved learning how to hold his sword and aim at targets, a very precious few with his father being on the other side, encouraging Arthur on.

"I'll bear that in mind," Arthur murmured, looking around the cottage. It was different to Hunith's and to Guinevere's but it was homely and he felt safe enough already here that he allowed his shoulders to drop a little, some of the tension leaving his body. "I've never heard of anything like that but then again I've never seen a Dreamberry before or been in a dream world before so for now I shall endure and learn what I can." The smile on his face was ever so slightly forced but his eyes showed the determination and sincerity behind his words.

With a quick thank you and a hand clapping down on Ezio's shoulder, he set off for the guest room, glad to set down the heavy saddle and rifle through his things. Bow and arrows, some daggers, sharpening stones, coin purse and oddly enough, his crown. Sitting on the bed he ran his fingers across it before he replaced all the items and began to strip off his armor down to just his shirt, breeches and boots and after a brief hesitation, his sword ended up on the bed too.

That done - it was a bloody relief to get out of all that chainmail - he left the guest bedroom, strolling around to find somewhere to sit for a moment and to let everything sink in for just a second and when he found a room that looked something like a living room, he grinned and headed for a chair until he caught sight of the painting and walked over to it. Whoever had painted it had great skill and he wondered who the people were in it and where it was set as nothing looked familiar to him.

Although nothing about today had been familiar thus far and that was already starting to feel like a trend that would continue for some time.

[punchesbards]

Ezio looked curious when the other man mentioned that so proudly. Even with the title of 'assassin' Ezio wasn't very fond of taking another's life, and he could only imagine what it was like to be trained to kill from birth. Altair and Malik had been, and yet they didn't seem anything like the young man standing before him now. Maybe some training methods were different, and maybe Arthur's wasn't as intense as Altair and Malik's. Obviously not if he actually had his father by his side for it. Not that Ezio had the slightest idea about any of it.

"I hadn't heard of any of this before I arrived either, so I understand where you're coming from," He offered a sincere little smile, watching the other man wander off to put his things away and then flopping down on the couch a moment. He looked up with a sigh, idly undoing the belts and what not until he had stripped himself of his won armor. He didn't think he was going to get sneak attacked when Arthur came back in.

He didn't say anything when the attention was focused on the painting, waiting until Arthur was done staring at it before he said,

"Since no one was kind enough to offer this when I first arrived--and I'm sure I needed it--" He started, leaning forward a bit with a grin, "We could walk over to the tavern for a drink if you'd like. I'm sure it might help," IE: We can go and talk about all this nonsense and drink ourselves stupid. Because who doesn't like doing that?

[princeclotpole]

All part and parcel of being a prince, a far more enjoyable existence than being an assassin. Not that he knew anything about that either. And he'd had the other knights too or the boys who had become knights and visitors from other kingdoms who were friendly challengers.

All in all, a very comfortable and privileged existence.

Oh and it would be some time before Arthur said anything about that painting seeing as he wasn't a girl or anything like that.

"A drink at the tavern sounds great. They do serve food of some description too, yes?" Because he couldn't remember when he'd last eaten and anyway, nothing wrong with a few pickled eggs to go with a drink. He clapped Ezio's good arm and grinned. "Lead on my good man, to the tavern."

[punchesbards]

"Si, of course. I often get my meals there. It's far better than nothing," and Tifa usually just brought him stuff over, being that he lived two seconds away and sometimes he forgot to eat. Someone had to feed the poor bastard.

Ezio grinned with the hand on his arm, sending a glance over to the man beside him before moving to head out the door, hidden blade on hand and nothing else. They were there in less than a minute, and he waited until Arthur was inside the tavern before waltzing on in himself and making his way for the bar.

[princeclotpole]

So things inside the tavern were a little more modern than Arthur was used to but it still had that air to it that every single tavern he had ever visited seemed to possess and he could feel himself smiling, looking this way and that at the surroundings. It only served to highlight the fact that he was hungry and he followed Ezio to the bar still looking this way and that.

"Nice looking place, locals don't look as unwashed and unsavoury as some I've come across." Which was good because a bar fight was not on the cards for the evening. "They serve mead or cider here right?" He'd drink something else but either or those would be preferred. Once he had a drink in his hand, he'd start with a few more questions. Some about the Dreamberry and a couple about Ezio - he wanted to know where the man was from and a little about his life.

[punchesbards]

Ezio didn't say much of anything to Arthur until they reached the bar and sat down, seeing as he was busy greeting the regulars that knew him well enough by now. Once they were settled he nodded, "More than certain they do. They serve things here I've never even heard of before, so you should be set." he assured the man, finally returning that pat on the shoulder now that his arm was free.

"The locals are easy to get along with. They just don't like answering questions about this place, unfortunately." before Arthur even thought to ask. Don't bother bro, they'll just be weird and smile like creeps. Asking the others that had been stuck here for a while was at least a bit easier.

[princeclotpole]

Well that scratched out a line of questioning but he still might try once or twice to see if he could get anything more out of them. Taking a long pull on his drink, he sighed because yes, the mead was just as good as back home. Thank heaven for small blessings. And Ezio for bringing him here which was the best thing to do after arriving in a strange place. Yes, a bed for a while until he found a place of his own (or a way home), good company and a good drink.

Sometimes it was the little things.

"Can I ask where you come from then to start? I can't place your accent at all." That was a reasonable enough question wasn't it?

[punchesbards]

Ezio knew well of how important those little things could be, and honestly, he wished someone had offered him a drink when he first arrived. That wasn't to say people weren't offering him places to stay though, because they had been kind enough for that.

Either way, Ezio took a few swigs of his own drink, having been eyeing around the place for familiar--and possibly unfamiliar--faces just for the sake of looking at something other than the cabinets behind the bar. When questioned, he glanced back to Arthur,

"Italy," he offered with a slight quirk of his brow, "I'm not surprised, some people here have never even heard of it. And you?" because he honestly couldn't guess.

[princeclotpole]

Italy? He'd never heard of it before and it probably showed on his face as he directed the look into his drink, nodding. At least it explained the strange accent and the odd words Ezio had used. And the name. There weren't many called Ezio romping around Camelot or the outlying kingdoms.

"I'm from Camelot, one of the kingdoms of Albion." And, because Ezio gave off some very serious trustworthy vibes he leaned in a little closer so he could talk in a lower voice without being overheard by everyone else in the tavern. "I'm actually Prince Arthur, son of Uther. But don't spread it around. If word gets out, I'll know it's you." He tried for a stern look at the end but it came out as more of a smirk. If people hadn't heard of Camelot, there was very little for him to worry about outside of the getting back to Camelot business.

[punchesbards]

He couldn't say he heard of that either. So the confusion was mutual, but not entirely unexpected. He knew there were people from different countries, worlds, time periods, so acting surprised was kind of stupid at this point.

When Arthur leaned in to whisper, Ezio ducked his head down a bit. That surprised him. He had only met one other prince here; that being his adopted brother Dastan, and he acted nothing like he would expect from a prince. Arthur on the other hand had a different air about him, likely because he was born into the title.

"Your secret is safe with me, amico." he teased lightly, "How honored I am to be sharing my home with a prince."

[princeclotpole]

With a roll of his eyes that Merlin would be proud of, Arthur gave Ezio a light shove. "I'm sure that in a day or two you'll be ready to throw me out to find a place of my own to live."

Wait until the bedroom floor disappeared because Arthur had dropped his wet towels and belongings all over the place without someone to pick up after him. Really, you were in for a treat Ezio.

"So you said this thing," he set his dreamberry down on the bar, "is for communication? How exactly does one go about that sort of thing."

Because he sure as hell hadn't seen anything remotely like one of those before and he favoured it with a look as though it might suddenly start biting him.

Which could happen. Stranger things had happened in Camelot after all.

[punchesbards]

"Only if you plan on causing trouble for me," he grinned again, knowing well that he had no intention of throwing the younger man out. If he found a place to stay then by all means. He would offer his home as long as that took though.

Good thing Arthur mentioned he was a prince, otherwise he would just think he was a lazy, dirty bastard whenever that happened. Ezio knew a thing or two about being a spoiled brat, believe him. If the whole assassin thing never happened they'd likely have even more in common.

Ezio set his glass down and took out his own dreamberry, showing it to Arthur as he explained, "You can select a name from the contact list here and it connects you to them. It's convenient when your friends aren't anywhere close by, and while I had never seen anything like this before I arrived; it would have been nice to have back home." like contacting his family, or Leonardo, or anyone for that matter. It would have been a nice way to keep in touch.

He turned the video feature on then, "Strange as it is, it's almost as if you're talking with the other person right in front of you. Oh," and now he furrowed his brows slightly in annoyance, "It records your dreams," he gave an example by showing Arthur one of his own, namely the one with the flying machine. Since that was the one that wouldn't give away his occupation. For now.

[princeclotpole]

"I'll be trying to keep out of trouble as much as possible here so unless it comes looking for me, you won't have to worry." He took another drink and then smirked. "Besides, I'm trained to handle pretty much anything you can imagine."

And probably a few things Ezio couldn't imagine like the weird and wonderful things angry sorcerers and magical beasts threw his way.

Arthur picked up his own Dreamberry again and scrolled through the names. Merlin was still a no and the same went for his father, Morgana, Guinevere, Gaius and his Knights. He didn't know how to feel about that and quickly closed the list again, returning his attention to what Ezio was showing him. He'd need to remember as much as he could even if it didn't feel like it was sinking in right now.

"I'm assuming it's far quicker than having to send letters by bird or by messenger." Which took a long bloody time and that was if the letter got there at all.

At the comment about the dreams Arthur gave Ezio a look. A look Merlin was often on the receiving end of. The look that clearly said, 'yes, of course, and my arse plays the lute.'

But whatever he was looking at - what in God's name was Ezio doing - was very compelling evidence and he knocked back the rest of his drink.

"Well I'm sure you'll all be thoroughly disappointed because I don't dream." And he'd better not start now.

[punchesbards]

He failed to mention that Altair sent messages via bird still, because it likely wouldn't pertain to Arthur unless the other assassin decided to send Mahdi while he was staying in the cottage. Those were only for secret assassin messages anyway, and the Dreamberry was honestly more convenient in dire situations. Obviously.

When given the look, Ezio could only grin. He had been the one giving OTHERS that look when he was told, so he found it terribly amusing if nothing else. He took another swig of his wine, then set it down to be refilled again,

"We'll see, amico. We'll see," was all he said on the matter of not dreaming.

[princeclotpole]

Another use of that look as Arthur reached for his refilled mug again, looking down into the drink. What on Earth would he dream of? He didn't remember any of the dreams he had and if such things were shown on the device - and he was taking that with a huge pinch of salt - then he'd likely be as surprised as anyone else.

"How did you arrive here? Did you have any memory of the event or were you in your own home one moment and then suddenly here with no recollection of it?"

[punchesbards]

"I was doing something important," he said as he left everything as vague as possible for now, not wanting to divulge just what that something was yet.

"And when I fell asleep in a pile of hay I woke up here instead of there. Laying in some field in a world I do not know, it was strange...as you already figured. It seems that is common. But I heard that people have died and then just ended up here as well,"