ITP: A Legend Arrives [Action;Morning]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[There was silence as a man lying face down on the ground unconscious, which is already a sort of unusual sight in Prospero.

What's even weirder is the fact that the male was wearing armor not of this age, as well as the signs of blood caking the pavement.

...Ah, looks like the man is stirring]

...Urgh, what the hell happened?

[You might want to help this guy out before he hurts himself.]

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[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

...Sir?

[Issei is always willing to help someone in need. He crouches next to him.]

What happened?

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[There's a small groan of pain from the migraine he's suffering from currently.]

I'm not really sure.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

How bad is it? I don't have any bandages on me, but it shouldn't be too far to a place better equipped to treat wounds.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

It was definitely mortal.

...

[Noticing that the wounds have sort of healed due to the absence of more blood.]

At least, when I received it.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

That's a strange way to come into the city, but not a completely surprising one. I'm sorry to have to welcome you to Prospero.

[croibhristeoir]

[Oh.]

[My.]

[Fucking.]

[God.]

[Diarmuid, heavily bandaged and with his left arm hanging uselessly at his side, stopped cold in his tracks.]

[He couldn't be here. In a matter of half a second Diarmuid felt every drop of blood he'd not lost to his Shadow turn ice cold. He didn't want to start running again. Didn't want him of all people to see Diarmuid's Shadow.]

[Everyone would know what he'd done, how he'd fled across the country with Grainne. He was not ashamed of it, no, but he dreaded what his friends would think of him when they found out.]

You....you can't...you're not really...

[His face was devoid of all color. In fact, Diarmuid felt almost like he'd faint right there.]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[As the man blinked in his sitting position, his eye could figure out the figure in front of him.

...A figure supposed to be dead in the first place.

Hah. Then that only means one thing isn't it...?]

Have you come to lead me off to the afterlife, Diarmuid?

[croibhristeoir]

Wh-...n-no.

[Oh god it was really him. This wasn't possible--no, of course it was, but given the choice Diarmuid would have vastly preferred running into Kayneth again.]

I'm not...we aren't dead. Not now.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

How could we not? I indeed saw you pass in front of my eyes.

[He's getting up to his feet now.]

[croibhristeoir]

[yeah, no shit you did]

Yes, you...you did. But I assure you, in this place we are both very much alive.

[What now? What could he even say?]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[Look, your face is the cause of all the Fianna's misery alright.]

...Is sorcery involved in our being here?

[croibhristeoir]

[NOT TOTALLY MY FAULT, DUDE]

...yes. [He glanced away, right hand nervously moving to his injured left arm. If this came down to a fight, he was as good as dead.]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[He saw that, and he felt intense guilt for causing his own knight, his own trusted right-hand man to be afraid of him.

Was his own hatred that destructive?

Perhaps.

Was it justified?

No.

In any case, Fionn got up and with a sigh.]

You can be sure that I am not harming you, Diarmuid.

[croibhristeoir]

...I have no wish to fight you here, Fionn. [He lowered his hand, trusting Fionn's word over his own better judgment.]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[A nod.]

Perhaps you could explain to me more about this place?

[croibhristeoir]

[A slight nod; Diarmuid was still cautious and hesitant to make eye contact. he was nervous, the reasoning being obvious to both of them.]

We stand in a city called Prospero, years in the future and quite a distance from home. I can't tell you how or why we came here, mainly because none of us know. We just arrive here, with no warning or knowledge of purpose or method. I myself have been here for several months now.

[He took a breath and sighed.]

It gets a little more complicated from there, but in the daylight hours that's the basic idea of the situation.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

And by nightlight strange creatures called 'Shadow' appeared, yes?

[croibhristeoir]

That's right. Each night, for an hour.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

Does anyone know the root of these strange events?

[He found it odd that even if there is awkwardness in the air, he's actually speaking to one of his long lost knight.]

[croibhristeoir]

I'm afraid not. Not yet, at least. There are those among us who wish to research the Shadows, though I do not know how far they've gotten in doing so.

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[ex_cashcow493]

[ Meet Diarmuid's new love interest, Fionn.

After he's helped up by the others? ]

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[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[That sounds fine to me!]

[He spotted this young, blond girl, and considering that he had been walking around in order to get his grips with this place, he can't help but say:]

Ah, a good afternoon to you, fair maiden.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Beware the scary Saxon, Fionn. He looks like he means business. ]

You're alive then? Good. There's a war on. And you've just been recruited.

[ Explanations are for wimps. ]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

...And what kind of foe are we fighting against?

[Doesn't even bother asking about the other's name.]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Strange sorcerous creatures, known as Shadows. They are hard to kill with... bolter and blade.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a god damn mess you all are in.

[Yeah, he really said that.]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

You have the shape of it, yes. [ He briefly pauses to check his weapons. ]

But we'll win, if we have faith in each other, and enough bravery to take the fight to these things.

[needsteaplz.livejournal.com]

[Work could wait and Saori isn't one to turn a blind eye for anyone who clearly needed help. She crouches down and offers her hand to him.]

It looks like you were just brought here. First, we should get you healed up.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

Its alright, I could live with this wound.

[As a sign of how unworthy he is to lead the Fianna.]

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[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

You've basically been kidnapped. But explanations can wait until you've had something done for those wounds.

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[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

You need not worry about my wounds.

[He can take it like a man.]

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[crazyoldbat.livejournal.com]

Stubborn aren't we? It'd be to your benefit to get them taken care of. You don't know what's going to happen around here and being wounded is never a good thing when a fight's breaking out.

[numberonedime.livejournal.com]

[An old man peers down upon the rather large, bulk of a man. He adjusts his spectacles which perch on the end of his nose, getting a good long look at the stranger.]

"From the looks of it, lad, I'd say you had yourself a rather nasty fall."

[The feeble looking elder extends a hand.]

"'Ere, now. Let's getcha' off the ground. What's your name, lad?"

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[Grabbing the hand, he said nothing at the older man's assumption on how he got his wound.]

Fionn. You can call me that.