[Open] who's the woman for whom we all kill?

[tricky_bowman]

He's been a recluse, Tristan. He managed to escape the blizzard. He managed to survive, hiding in one of those caves away from the Mansion1. He hunted, he lived alone in the woods for a while, visiting very occasionally the Merlin's hut - mostly to warm himself by the receding flames of the fire2. He's studiously avoided any contact - Tristan feels

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[cute_shinigami]

There's something a bit oppressive in the air of the Mansion, but Tsuzuki attributes it to cabin fever, since he's been cooped up due to the crazy weather lately. Thus he's out and about and examining some footprints and a trail of blood spatters on the lawn...

[tricky_bowman]

Tristan might notice the curious shinigami, and pauses in his tracks. "Good morrow, art well?"

He doesn't really think about the blood - it's such a normal thing to him...

[cute_shinigami]

The newcomer's accent and vocabulary have to be about the oddest Tsuzuki has heard in person, and it puts him in mind of some historical costume dramas from the BBC which Hisoka insisted on watching. He looks up, quizzically and replies, "Oh, yeah, I'm doing quite well myself. I'm just puzzled about these tracks and the blood in the snow. I hope whoever left this trail is all right..."

[tricky_bowman]

It doesn't help that Tristan is dressed like any ranger of his time would be - he favors leather jerkins over chain or plate male, but all the same, he is indeed looking quite medieval. The scabbard shooting up from his back and the bow and quiver he is sporting probably add to the impression as well.

"Ah, these? Only fowl blood," he replies with a shrug. "Though they're plucked and handled as of now. All's well, aye."

Tristan has never met anyone Japanese before, but since he, the dragonslayer, has been having conversations with a dragon, his sense of weird has been more than a little bit skewed.

[iwalkindreams]

Only if there are time slots still available, LOL. They can talk about being heartbroken and get (manly) drunk together, or something.

Since Adrian decided to take a stroll outside the Mansion -- profiting of the favourable time of the day when the dwindling light makes it possible for his kind to stay outside -- he might as well meet Tristan somewhere on the road.

[tricky_bowman]

Tristan is more than likely on his way to shelter - there are dark things lurking in the woods that warrant care, even for one of the three best knights of the Round Table.

When he spots the fellow, the knight nods politely.

He's dressed in medieval garb, in leather and not metal, with a trusty bow and a broad sword, high in it's scabbard, swinging at his back.

Timeslots are ALWAYS available - open posts are, well... open. Er. >.> Anyway, no worries. Will be slowpoke-tagging as you know, but otherwise, it's lovely to have Ad and you here. &hearts &hearts &hearts

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian walks slower, then stops at a polite distance from the fellow he doesn't know. Yet. Oh yay. Another medieval guy, by his attire. As Adaon occurred, Adrian isn't taken aback by Tristan.

"Um." The beginning is hesitating, but not very. "Lo."

He heard that's a medieval form of addressing people. Smartass.

[The pleasure is mine! ♥]

[tricky_bowman]

Either a medieval guy, as Adrian puts it, or a LARPer. And in fact, this one's a knight! But he doesn't quite look like the stereotypical knight, unless you count the longsword as a tell-tale.

"Good Morrow," he replies politely. "T'is nigh dark," he observes.