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[Aug. 21, 2006][original] The Obscure
Title: The Obscure
Day/Theme: Aug. 21, 2006 "Strange things they declared time would reveal in direful summer months."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Alywin, Ginjo, Kiralesca, Seif, etc.
Rating: G
"Strange times call forth strange folk," Ginjo smiled as Alywin shook his hand.
"Strange times, indeed," agreed the priest-general.
"That was not an accomplishment," Kiralesca muttered to the lithe man as though she were explaining to a small child.
"You were probably included," Ginjo shot back in the same tone.
As the two uneasy comrades or laid-back opponents bickered, Alywin drew Seif aside for questioning. "How do you know these odd folk?"
Seif shrugged plainly, "I met them over the years while I was scouting or running missions for you, Sir. You tend to encounter plenty of interesting people in the hidden nooks and crannies of the country."
"Ah, the obscure..." Alwyin murmured melodramatically, "Would that they had stayed that way...But Seif, I am sure that in these matters you know best. If they were not suited to our tasks and to our cause you would not have brought them hither."
Seif coughed nervously, hoping Alywin would not catch wind of how both Ginjo and Kiralesca had, each in their own manner, forced themselves upon him.
"Truly, we make an odd company!" Sir Rowan declared as Seif broke away from his commander.
As he looked about the tent, Seif as apt to agree with this assessment. Ran and Li, his fellow knights, were crouched by the tent flap snapping a stick of brown sugar in half, Kiralesca and Ginjo, a master manipulator of thread and a swordsman or sorceror, heckled each other, now from opposite sides of the tent, and little Michaelis, Alwyin's ward, was speaking to Tetsu, the mute tag-along. And on top of that were General Father Alywin, Sir Rowan, and himself- an odd group of nine.
"I think I appreciate the obscure," the sand-haired man told his short friend.
"I think that's quite fortunate," Rowan replied pleasantly, "Because even if you didn't, you wouldn't be able to escape it."
"Now, now, don't be so negative," Seif urged, and clapped a hand to Rowan's left shoulder plate, "I think of optimism as one of the key things separating us from Ligaia. They can fight it out with a grimace, but I've got to keep smiling until metal meets metal."
Rowan nodded in understanding, but gave no verbal reply.
Alywin shuffled forward to take the floor. He clapped his hands twice to make sure he had everyone's attention, and then he began to speak.
Day/Theme: Aug. 21, 2006 "Strange things they declared time would reveal in direful summer months."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Alywin, Ginjo, Kiralesca, Seif, etc.
Rating: G
"Strange times call forth strange folk," Ginjo smiled as Alywin shook his hand.
"Strange times, indeed," agreed the priest-general.
"That was not an accomplishment," Kiralesca muttered to the lithe man as though she were explaining to a small child.
"You were probably included," Ginjo shot back in the same tone.
As the two uneasy comrades or laid-back opponents bickered, Alywin drew Seif aside for questioning. "How do you know these odd folk?"
Seif shrugged plainly, "I met them over the years while I was scouting or running missions for you, Sir. You tend to encounter plenty of interesting people in the hidden nooks and crannies of the country."
"Ah, the obscure..." Alwyin murmured melodramatically, "Would that they had stayed that way...But Seif, I am sure that in these matters you know best. If they were not suited to our tasks and to our cause you would not have brought them hither."
Seif coughed nervously, hoping Alywin would not catch wind of how both Ginjo and Kiralesca had, each in their own manner, forced themselves upon him.
"Truly, we make an odd company!" Sir Rowan declared as Seif broke away from his commander.
As he looked about the tent, Seif as apt to agree with this assessment. Ran and Li, his fellow knights, were crouched by the tent flap snapping a stick of brown sugar in half, Kiralesca and Ginjo, a master manipulator of thread and a swordsman or sorceror, heckled each other, now from opposite sides of the tent, and little Michaelis, Alwyin's ward, was speaking to Tetsu, the mute tag-along. And on top of that were General Father Alywin, Sir Rowan, and himself- an odd group of nine.
"I think I appreciate the obscure," the sand-haired man told his short friend.
"I think that's quite fortunate," Rowan replied pleasantly, "Because even if you didn't, you wouldn't be able to escape it."
"Now, now, don't be so negative," Seif urged, and clapped a hand to Rowan's left shoulder plate, "I think of optimism as one of the key things separating us from Ligaia. They can fight it out with a grimace, but I've got to keep smiling until metal meets metal."
Rowan nodded in understanding, but gave no verbal reply.
Alywin shuffled forward to take the floor. He clapped his hands twice to make sure he had everyone's attention, and then he began to speak.