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[stubborn_squire]

[Not so very long ago, Alan of Trebond, Squire to Prince Jonathan of Tortall, took a dimensional wrong turn and wound up in the wilds of what used to be downtown Washington, DC. Luckily, two curious partners named Bones and Booth were there to help her through the transition and, um, around the rampaging dinosaurs

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[thedeaddontlie]

"Bones" as she doesn't ever think of herself (nick names are not standard practice in academic circles for a variety of anthropological reasons, after all) wakes up less than ten minutes after Alanna.

It is early and Booth is still asleep. Brennan considers her options when she notes the absence of their young companion. She eyes her partner but decides not to wake him. He's been having a difficult time ever since that incident with the school bus and the fire truck (which she maintains wasn't her fault), so she simply writes him a quick note.

Went to look around with Alan. Took a gun. See you when you catch up with us.

And with that she set off after the young man.

[stubborn_squire]

At least Bones is much better than 'Fire-Hair.' There's nothing remotely intimidating about Fire-Hair.

It's just insulting.

The thing is, Alanna would do just about anything to hear one of her friends call her that again. They're on her mind this morning, as they often are, and she finds herself scowling at the dust kicked up by her annoyed stride. Before long, she's worked up a fine temper and puts Faithful down beside the road, then draws her sword.

A few sword forms might take the edge off. And give Bones time to catch up.

[thedeaddontlie]

Brennan only watches for a few seconds before, inevitably, commenting.

"Practice forms are an excellent form of mental and physical exercise. Most existent martial arts have developed them independently which suggests that they are an extremely effective teaching technique."

[stubborn_squire]

Alanna pauses, holding Lightning steady above her head. Her stormy expression is still firmly in place, even with the smirk that curves her mouth when the very academic speech breaks through her concentration.

"Nothing is as effective as crossing blades with an opponent for the first time," she declares at last, bringing Lightning down in a vicious sweep.

Losing can be an effective learning tool, Faithful puts in, rubbing his head against Brennan's ankle.

"I don't lose," Alanna grumbles back.

[3rdtimelucky]

On the farm, Goldilocks stomps away from the main barn with a pissy expression on her face. Her Jeep still isn't back. She's all for communal living, but it would have been nice if Steph had asked before commandeering it. Or if she'd left a note saying when she expected to be back. Not that Goldy 'owns' the vehicle in question, and there are other cars and bikes around that she could use. It's just the principle of the matter.

She's kitted out in a camouflaged jacket and pants, heavy boots and fingerless gloves. The only thing she lacks is a hat. Instead she has on a pair of ear muffs, which are mostly hidden by her striking hair. She and Grace, her partner in crime of late, are going deer hunting today. With .45 caliber revolvers. Far more sporting than traditional rifle hunting. And a lot more fun too.

However, that prospect isn't quite enough to pacify the Fable. Most likely it will take Grace's abrasive but amusing company to do that. And she's not up and about yet.

[stubborn_squire]

There's a young man nearby, sitting on a barrel and observing. He wears the expression of someone new to the place and not quite sure what to make of it. The clothes are old-fashioned but rich, and the sword at his side is a fine piece of craftsmanship. The purple gem at its hilt matches his eyes, and the eyes of the cat sitting at his side.

That one has got a temper like yours, Faithful meows.

"That's not necessarily a bad thing," Alanna grumbles back.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy glances at the lad as she passes. His eyes and sword are fairly unique, but she's more concerned with his comment. It didn't seem to be directed at her, but there's no-one else around.

"What isn't?" she inquires brusquely, halting her progress through the mud and turning to face him.

[stubborn_squire]

Luckily, Alanna has experience with situations like this. Except for the whole post apocalyptic alternate universe thing, of course.

"Pardon?" She blinks guilelessly. "Oh. I must've been talking to myself. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Beat.

"Although truthfully you already looked disturbed."