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((Bendy timed to before podpop)) Relaxing
Sparhawk is not normally one for brooding. His only real fit of brooding occured after his wife was kidnapped, and even then it mostly consisted of Sparhawk thinking of ways to track down those responsible, and what he would do with them when he caught up to them.
He dislikes feeling helpless. At least when he first arrived here, there were people to meet, and he had to get his bearings. And then the brain slugs came, and the Taxxoms, and there was no time to think in the heat of battle.
But now, afterwards, the reality of where he is, is sinking in. He has found good companions on board this ship, but it is still an alien place. And so far, there is no way of getting home. To be sure, Sparhawk, more than most, understands about being chosen for a purpose, and not being consulted. He had not asked to be Anakha, but that was the way that things worked out. That was the reason that he volunteered to try and find a way off this ship. Others should have the choice whether or not to be Chosen. But he would stay.
He's not voiced this thought to the rest of the crew as yet, there was no need. No doubt most would think him mad to want to stay, but he is a Knight. Being mad is what they're good at. He can almost hear the voice of Kalten in his mind.
But he still gets homesick to an extent. And so the broken nosed knight has retreated to the Sensoriums.
A large thatched cottage stands at the far end of a muddy yard. the smell of fresh baked bread fills the air. A large barn rises up behind the house, and fields stretch into the distance. Its late evening, the clear and cloudless sky that peculiar shde of blue that can only be found at this time.
Sparhawk sits on a log to one side of the yard, Stacey provided whetstone in his hand, carefully working on his sword. His rhythmic movement is still not quite as smooth as it could be, although Brainiac 5 did a good job of healing his shoulder. Along with a few choice words about waiting so long, but Sparhawk let that wash over him. There were more important things to worry about.
So he's taking this time to relax, while he can.
He dislikes feeling helpless. At least when he first arrived here, there were people to meet, and he had to get his bearings. And then the brain slugs came, and the Taxxoms, and there was no time to think in the heat of battle.
But now, afterwards, the reality of where he is, is sinking in. He has found good companions on board this ship, but it is still an alien place. And so far, there is no way of getting home. To be sure, Sparhawk, more than most, understands about being chosen for a purpose, and not being consulted. He had not asked to be Anakha, but that was the way that things worked out. That was the reason that he volunteered to try and find a way off this ship. Others should have the choice whether or not to be Chosen. But he would stay.
He's not voiced this thought to the rest of the crew as yet, there was no need. No doubt most would think him mad to want to stay, but he is a Knight. Being mad is what they're good at. He can almost hear the voice of Kalten in his mind.
But he still gets homesick to an extent. And so the broken nosed knight has retreated to the Sensoriums.
A large thatched cottage stands at the far end of a muddy yard. the smell of fresh baked bread fills the air. A large barn rises up behind the house, and fields stretch into the distance. Its late evening, the clear and cloudless sky that peculiar shde of blue that can only be found at this time.
Sparhawk sits on a log to one side of the yard, Stacey provided whetstone in his hand, carefully working on his sword. His rhythmic movement is still not quite as smooth as it could be, although Brainiac 5 did a good job of healing his shoulder. Along with a few choice words about waiting so long, but Sparhawk let that wash over him. There were more important things to worry about.
So he's taking this time to relax, while he can.
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Earthlike. That wasn't a phrase Connor had ever really planned on using. God needed them on Earth, he always assumed, but it seemed their mission could span beyond their planet. It made the (taller, older, more mature, better-looking) twin uneasy. But their job was not to question, not at this time. They would have to be content in serving whatever purpose the Lord saw fit. And, of course, pestering others.
Connor nudged Murphy with his shoulder, jerking his head at Sparhawk. "He isn't goin' t'run out of bullets, now is he?"
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The actually more mature, older, better-looking twin remembered well Sparhawk's actions when they'd attacked him and the others, and was eying the older man with respect. While his younger, taller, less responsible brother might choose to ignore what had happened, Murphy couldn't quite shake the feeling that they needed to apologize.
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He recognises the MacManus brothers, mostly from their attempt to kill members of the crew. Considering though that his own friends nearly tried to kill him once (if you don't count Kalten's cooking), he sees no need not to be polite. Friendly can wait till he can see if they are going to try something again (and his shoulder aches at the thought).
"Welcome to Elenia, neighbours," he greets.
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He taps his shoulder lightly. “Though I should have known better than to tackle you with your crossbow thing. Overtrained, that's the problem.”
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"Crossbow..? Oh. Aye. The guns." Connor grinned. "'Spose it's close enough to a crossbow."
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"It was the closest word that I could think of. They seemed different from the ones that my companions used during the Taxxom attack. Are there truly that many variations?"
It's a new weapon. Prepare to have your ear bent until Sparhawk knows more. After all, you never know when someone might try to kill you with one (again).
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"Those weren't strictly guns, per se. Dracon beams, like guns but alien and evil."
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"This was your home?" She quietly asked. "Seems peaceful."
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"It's the home of my squires, Lady. Asalade always made me welcome. It seemed like a good place to think. More so than the chapterhouse."
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"The chapterhouse? Is that like a barracks or training place? Or both?"
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"Although I seem to spend most of my time running about trying to put out trouble," he adds, and this is said with a touch of self depreciation.
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Kate then added, "Have a place like that, called the Clubhouse. Kind of our headquarters. And know something about putting out trouble."
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"Are you a Knight of your world?" he asks.
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Kate then met his eyes again as she replied, "Sort of, if you've spoken with the other superheroes around here. I'm with the Young Avengers. We all volunteered to go out and stop the enemies no single hero can face."
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Superheroing is not an easy concept for a knight to wrap his head around, but Sparhawk is trying his best. After all, most of those on the ship seem to have different abilities.
"Are there none older than yourself who would take on this task?" and he pauses for a second, assessing what he just said. "That sounds more offensive than I meant. It's hard not to apply my world and its standards to others."
Foot in mouth Sparhawk.
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Ladies in Sparhawk's book should be treated gently, especially at a wedding. And chastisement is something that he's keen on.
"Weddings are meant to be happy affairs."
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“Are you one of those who have...powers, I understand is the term. Or would that be considered a prying question in your world?”
He's trying to figure out the conventions here. The last thing he needs is a Violation from Stacey for starting an honour duel.
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"No I have fighting skills, and doesn't take powers to be a hero. Which I figured you would understand better than most."
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"I do understand, though I'm sure you think I'm clueless," and for a moment Sparhawk wishes that Kalten was here. He knows how to talk to ladies. Sparhawk finds it hard to talk to his wife sometimes.
"Would you know much hand to hand combat?"
Smooth.
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Kate then nodded, and remarked, "I do, including several forms of martial arts and kickboxing. ...This an offer to spar sometime?"
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He smiles in memory. "An Atan warrior managed to put my friend Kalten flat on his back in a few seconds. And seeing as there are no horses, I have no armour, and I'm more likely to take down friends in these narrow spaces, I think more training in hand to hand would be needed."
Can you tell he's been thinking about this a lot, Kate?
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"Is that a not so subtle request for training? If you don't mind a lady teaching, that is?"
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He's fairly sure that any qualms he's having will be thwacked out of him a few times.
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