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Fantasy The King's Summoning (IC)
RageFactorXIII
The Flake
Tiberius Allaband
Castle Interior
Castle Interior
Well, this is less than ideal. The raven haired male noted as his plea for clothing was brushed to the side by the other people gathered in the Summoning area and the Kingdom officials alike. Sure, the King promised clothing after having all of them bathe first, but that promise did not assist Tiberius now. Then again, it was possible that no one here cared for his embarrassment at being forced to walk down the resplendent castle hallways with only his hand to partially protect his modesty. Mental note, trust no one to help you. Tiberius let out a soft growl in his embarrassed annoyance, which was not at all intimidating while his feet carried him in the same direction as everyone else.
When the group was led to the hot springs area, Tiberius quickly darted into the male section, eager to hide himself with the warm waters. "Ahh... Much better." The young man breathed out in relief as he sat down into the scalding, yet relaxing spring waters. It was decidedly nice but Tiberius did not plan to remain in the hot springs for very long. The King had promised them all clothing once they emerged and Tiberius most certainly wished to collect. Still, the conversation from the other males drew his attention.
The career man had informally requested assistance from the other men gathered in the hot spring. He wants to look into the credibility of our Hosts. Tiberius leaned back against the rough rock the springs resided within as he considered the other male's request. He would be lying if he claimed to wish for more information on their current situation. It would be rather terrible if it turned out that the King was truly a tyrant and they were merely summoned to act as his Secret Police. Then again, if that were indeed their situation, what could Tiberius do to stop it? This world was foreign to him; the people here carried themselves differently than the summoned; there was magic here and presumably otherworldly creatures. Additionally, he had already pledged himself to the King's cause. I do not like it but I will have to decline this fellow's request for now. I need to learn more about this world and become an accomplished warrior first. Everything else can wait. With this last thought, Tiberius rose from the warm waters, lamenting the absence of soap but, ultimately deciding that he was clean enough to receive fresh clothing. Though, before he left, the raven haired male did decide the future man's question. "I may be the eldest person here then." Tiberius remarked with some amusement in his tone. "I am from the year 2005."
Tiberius did not stay to listen to any further responses. Instead, he walked into the changing room leading to the springs. There was no clothing waiting for Tiberius in the room but, there was at least a cloth he could use as a towel to cover his waist area with after he was done drying himself. "Sir," Amber eyes settled upon white hair and wine red eyes as he emerged from the changing and out, into the hallway. "Is there any chance I can get those clothes now?"
Tags: (Mentioned)
Synthetic
- Business Man / (Interacted)
Corrosion
- Rook |
Clouds
- Exhan
Clouds
⌤
the halfling
Exhan.
♡coded by uxie♡
Synthetic
An Innocuous Constructed Entity
Yet Still Unnamed, Thoughtful Businessman
The businessman smirked after hearing the pathfinder's opinion. He definitively looked like he was trying to hide his skepticism, but his voice was genuine. "Glad to have you, Mister Rook."
After the pathfinder's question about what year everyone was from, and his clarification about his own circumstances, the businessman's smile started to look more genuine as well, he looked curiously towards everyone else in the room. The sailor seemed to be the next to comment. The businessman watched the fellow as he spoke, and looked rather surprised by the fellow's comments. He nodded understandingly as the sailor then responded to the businessman's own query, and added, "Well said, Mister Redcap. It is wise to try to make informed decisions, where we can."
Lastly, there was the rather bashful fellow who seemed to be enjoying the hot spring quite well. The businessman looked intrigued by the fellow's first comment, then his eyes narrowed after his affirmation of the year he was from, as well as his subsequent hurry to leave. After seeing the fellow's hurry, and seeing as no one else was actually entering the hot springs, the businessman hesitantly arose. "Well then, I suppose it's just the three of us." He then made his way back over to the changing room to put his wet suit back on.
As the businessman changed his clothes, he looked back to the other two and commented, "In answer to your question about the timeframe that I come from, it would be helpful if you could clarify the dating system that you are using. Where I come from, there are several dating systems, each of which correspond to important historical events." Those who saw would note that he was wearing undergarments made of a synthetic material of some sort, and that his pockets had several objects in them - especially his trouser pockets and his breast pocket for his jacket. The clothing was made of synthetic materials that seemingly were designed to look like felt for the jacket and linen for the trousers. It was a fairly convincing faux look, but given how wrinkle-free they looked even after he strained most of the water out, it was clear that they were made of special materials. His belt also seemed to be made of some sort of faux leather - that or it was brand new. Regardless, once they provided their responses, the businessman avoided the topic of providing any additional context about his own reality. If pressed, he would respond that he would provide more details later on.
Once he was dressed, the businessman dried off his hair a bit more using one of the towels in the room, and he used his hands and fingers to try and comb his hair into a less disheveled look, then headed back out. He saw the soldier-guy after exiting, and offered him a rather fake smile, doing the same to the new fellow next to him. "Greetings, fellows. Is there anything else you have for us to do? If not, I would like to visit a library." Aside from posing his preferences and asking his question, he stood there to wait for the other fellows.
The businessman smirked after hearing the pathfinder's opinion. He definitively looked like he was trying to hide his skepticism, but his voice was genuine. "Glad to have you, Mister Rook."
It would seem he is definitively not mistaken about the name of his organization, and he doesn't have any of the hallmarks of a liar. So he is most likely from another reality. The year 2219 though...what is that supposed to mean? In the name of relatability, I guess that I will have to figure out what sort of era they're referring to. He seems to think that I'm from the past, so I guess I should pick a lower number than his.
After the pathfinder's question about what year everyone was from, and his clarification about his own circumstances, the businessman's smile started to look more genuine as well, he looked curiously towards everyone else in the room. The sailor seemed to be the next to comment. The businessman watched the fellow as he spoke, and looked rather surprised by the fellow's comments. He nodded understandingly as the sailor then responded to the businessman's own query, and added, "Well said, Mister Redcap. It is wise to try to make informed decisions, where we can."
The year 2021? I suppose the numbers aren't entirely arbitrary. 198 years is reasonable, given the discrepancy in their outfits. But it's hard to gauge what number I should pick on that basis alone.
Lastly, there was the rather bashful fellow who seemed to be enjoying the hot spring quite well. The businessman looked intrigued by the fellow's first comment, then his eyes narrowed after his affirmation of the year he was from, as well as his subsequent hurry to leave. After seeing the fellow's hurry, and seeing as no one else was actually entering the hot springs, the businessman hesitantly arose. "Well then, I suppose it's just the three of us." He then made his way back over to the changing room to put his wet suit back on.
And then we have 2005. Why is it all centered around 2000? It must seem obvious to them that some sort of important event happened 2000 years ago in each of their realities. Coaxing out the details about that event without looking like I don't know anything about it will be difficult. I'll have to just feign ignorance for now. If they press me...hrm...2100 seems like it might be adequate to satisfy the pathfinder's curiosity. Maybe a little less, like 2089? That number sounds sufficiently arbitrary. Hopefully it won't trigger any suspicion. What a bother.
As the businessman changed his clothes, he looked back to the other two and commented, "In answer to your question about the timeframe that I come from, it would be helpful if you could clarify the dating system that you are using. Where I come from, there are several dating systems, each of which correspond to important historical events." Those who saw would note that he was wearing undergarments made of a synthetic material of some sort, and that his pockets had several objects in them - especially his trouser pockets and his breast pocket for his jacket. The clothing was made of synthetic materials that seemingly were designed to look like felt for the jacket and linen for the trousers. It was a fairly convincing faux look, but given how wrinkle-free they looked even after he strained most of the water out, it was clear that they were made of special materials. His belt also seemed to be made of some sort of faux leather - that or it was brand new. Regardless, once they provided their responses, the businessman avoided the topic of providing any additional context about his own reality. If pressed, he would respond that he would provide more details later on.
Once he was dressed, the businessman dried off his hair a bit more using one of the towels in the room, and he used his hands and fingers to try and comb his hair into a less disheveled look, then headed back out. He saw the soldier-guy after exiting, and offered him a rather fake smile, doing the same to the new fellow next to him. "Greetings, fellows. Is there anything else you have for us to do? If not, I would like to visit a library." Aside from posing his preferences and asking his question, he stood there to wait for the other fellows.
Spoiled Bread
The Lord of the Uneaten
Anzu
"You want to know my feeling?" After submerging herself in the hot bath for quiet some time Anzu decided to peeked onto the surface when she heard one of the girl asked a question that she deemed interesting.
"I feel like I have been scammed." Anzu started her answer, looking straight at Xiu while the majority of her body was still underwater. "Death is such a lie. My parents lied, big J lied, the mikos lied. There's no heaven, hell, reincarnation or eternal peace. There's only more works in an unknown land."
Having said her thought, Anzu unexpectedly felts like something had been lifted from her chest. She could feels there's still more questions that burdened her but she couldn't pinpoint what were those questions yet, allright, she maybe could think of one. She decided to end her bathing session and excused herself back to the changing room, where she begrudgingly had to wear an oversized tunic because the only clothes that fits her size looks very lame. Eww. She rolled up the extended sleeves and walked out of the spring, and aproached the man who guided them there.
"Hey, sir!" Anzu greeted Exhan casually. "I have a question... Why did we got summoned??"
"I mean, you bunch called us heroes or whatever, but from what I have seen the majority of those summoned are just civilians from relatively peaceful time who have zero knowledge about real magic, or even combat in general. Let me tell you that the most harm I have done to another people was accidentally throwing a plastic bottle at a passerby's face. Not mean to be a bummer but all this summoning ritual stuffs sounds like failure to me."
eloise
Clouds
"You want to know my feeling?" After submerging herself in the hot bath for quiet some time Anzu decided to peeked onto the surface when she heard one of the girl asked a question that she deemed interesting.
"I feel like I have been scammed." Anzu started her answer, looking straight at Xiu while the majority of her body was still underwater. "Death is such a lie. My parents lied, big J lied, the mikos lied. There's no heaven, hell, reincarnation or eternal peace. There's only more works in an unknown land."
Having said her thought, Anzu unexpectedly felts like something had been lifted from her chest. She could feels there's still more questions that burdened her but she couldn't pinpoint what were those questions yet, allright, she maybe could think of one. She decided to end her bathing session and excused herself back to the changing room, where she begrudgingly had to wear an oversized tunic because the only clothes that fits her size looks very lame. Eww. She rolled up the extended sleeves and walked out of the spring, and aproached the man who guided them there.
"Hey, sir!" Anzu greeted Exhan casually. "I have a question... Why did we got summoned??"
"I mean, you bunch called us heroes or whatever, but from what I have seen the majority of those summoned are just civilians from relatively peaceful time who have zero knowledge about real magic, or even combat in general. Let me tell you that the most harm I have done to another people was accidentally throwing a plastic bottle at a passerby's face. Not mean to be a bummer but all this summoning ritual stuffs sounds like failure to me."
eloise
Clouds
sunnieside
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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