Staring into the eternal blackness... which isn't very black. [Open]

[seesbosscrotch]

Oftentimes, when he had nothing better to do -- which, having failed to find any role on this ship that was suitable for him, was often indeed -- Maridian came up to the Obs Deck, sat on one of the squashy meat-couches, and simply stared out into the Bleed.

The space outside the ship seemed to have hypnotic, or at least comforting, qualities about it, for times like these were one of the rare times he took off his backpacks, his weapons, and even his armor. The heavy plate disguised the fact that, under all that thick metal and padding, the elf was more slender and wiry than a human in his shape would have been.

There on the couch, he held a massive sword in his lap, tending to its needs with whetstone and honing oil. His mace and his other sword lay beside him, next in line for the attention they deserved, and from there he would doubtless move on to the armor that sat nearby.

Quiet consideration of the space through which they traveled, with only the soft rasp of stone against -- well, whatever the blade was, it probably wasn't steel. A quite sort of meditation for a fairly loud and not usually sedate paladin.

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[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae had been wandering around more than usual ever since the announcement. Maybe it was nerves, maybe she was over-thinking things, but she was definitely out in desolate places more often than not, and usually seemingly in thought.

That's how she ended up in the Obs Deck without really having noticed at first. Even the rasping of the stone as the only inhabitant at the moment tended to their equipment, seemed like a distant sound; Background noise even. Even as her long ears twitched and perked up at the sounds, she didn't notice the paladin at first, instead looking out into the bleed as if it was showing her answers to whatever she was thinking of at the moment.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Hey there!" Mar said, his cheerful voice completely and totally at odds with the calm serenity of the room, or the meditative peace with which he continued to sharpen. "You look about a million miles away."

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae jumped a bit in surprise, turning to face the voice in an instant and looking embarrassed at the fact that she had failed to notice them.

"Oh h-hey... I didn't know there was anyone here. I app-pologize."

[seesbosscrotch]

"For what? I don't own the place," he said, still cheerful. "Besides, what's wrong with company?"

[shiest_sunbeam]

"Well, yes, I k-know, but still." she took a moment to compose herself.

"It's rude to not acknowledge someone upon entering a room." she said with a polite bow.

"And, no, nothing's wrong with company, I was just upset at my lack of notice is all."

[seesbosscrotch]

Mar blinked at her for a moment.

"Why so on edge? I'm sure of all people, I'm the last one giving off the aura of 'standing on protocol at all times'!" he said, grinning.

[shiest_sunbeam]

"It's just common courtesy is all... regardless of who it is. I'd soon acknowledge an honorable foe as well."

She looked a bit more relaxed, looking over his belongings curiously before addressing him again.

"Looking for somewhere different to tend to your equipment then? Usually you don't see people out and about doing as such."

[elfsicle]

On the other hand, his elder sister never took off her armor. Not if she could help it. Unsettling as the plantsuit was, she wore it beneath the saronite plate, and Rimethiel tried her best to ignore how wrong the entire ensemble felt.

"I did not think that I would find you here," the death knight murmured. "This seems like far too serene a pastime for you. Even if weapons do need tending to."

Though it was likely better for Rimethiel to hunt him down here, than to make him wade through the remnants of her latest battle in the Sensoriums. Even if Maridian had a strong stomach.

[seesbosscrotch]

"I like to look at the Bleed. It reminds me of the old days in Outland, flying over the Twisting Nether. Endless void beneath, and only the powerful wings of whatever mount you'd summoned that day between you and it!"

He hefted the sword to check its shine and curve in the light. "I fell off the edge of Nagrand once or twice. Not my proudest moments."

[elfsicle]

"You told me about falling off Nagrand. I think I had escaped that, thus far. Then again, I am here." And that wasn't particularly a noble fate, either. Unless, of course, she could find herself in harm's way.

Rimethiel stood in silence, continuing to watch her brother sharpen his weapons. For her, it was almost a companionable silence, the burgeoning feel of repressed anger that most Death Knights carried with them dissipated for the moment.

"Would you tell me of your time here, then?" she asked, finally.

[seesbosscrotch]

"It's not terribly exciting, so you're going to be disappointed," Mar said. He held Zin'rokh up to the light appraisingly, then brought it back down to work on one part of the edge that seemed off. "There's been one big fight since I got here -- and I mean big, like, it took out an entire planet. We were down there fighting off the Ohm trying to evacuate the place. There was a bear fighting beside me and a demon hurling ice spells into the fracas from behind. If you ignore the fact that they weren't actually a druid and a mage, it was surprisingly like Azjol'Nerub.

"Except aboveground," he added after a moment.

[quick_strike]

Alendian stalked up to the observation deck, seeing the elf up there. Very unmistakeable and it caught her interest instantly. Stalking was the appropriate word because her own outfit made her invisible and particularly silent.

So rather than scare anyone, she deactivated the cloak and entered. She found a wall to lean against and waited. Maybe this one would talk first, which would be good since Alendian wasn't the social type.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Hi there!" She was in luck: Mar is a friendly and sociable elf. Or maybe she wasn't... the Light knew enough people had regretted making the paladin's acquaintance.

"I don't think I've seen you around before. Funny how that's even possible on an enclosed environment!"

[quick_strike]

"Greetings."

There were reasons she hasn't been seen. Most of them involving her entrance and how she enjoyed being a loner.

"A real shame, I suppose. Tell me, are you what they call an elf?"

[seesbosscrotch]

Oh, details details. "Yes, that's me. A blood elf, if you want to be specific. There are a few different types on my home of Azeroth." He flashed her a smile over his shoulder.

[quick_strike]

He doesn't get a smile in reply but at least she relaxes a little. He isn't foul so it's fine. "I see. My research tells me that our two races may be distantly related."

[seesbosscrotch]

He looked over her, refrained from making a comment about her being cute with the utmost of willpower, then said, "Elven descent on Azeroth is a fairly complicated matter. I'm a sin'dorei, a blood elf, and if you track us back far enough, we descended from the kaldorei, the night elves. Supposedly they first appeared during the waking of the world... but none of us were around with that, former immortality aside, so who knows what the truth is. What research did you discover?"

He shrugged. "Food for thought: if someone was going by straight appearance, they'd think you and I were more closely related than I was to a night elf. Go figure."

[quick_strike]

"I do not know what there is to figure about that." She barely knew what the difference between a blood elf or a night elf was. Okay, her knowledge was very weak in the area but that's what questions were for.

"Not too much other than vast similarities. I do know that my own society is vastly more advanced than yours but our ancient history has been lost and left to legends. If I knew more about that, this would be easier."

[17thangel]

[Maria nods to the elf with the sword when she walks in and walks over to the window peering out. Fiddling with her goggles a bit she listens to the sound of the metal against stone before peering over.]

Is that a machined ceramic? It doesn't sound quite like steel against stone?

[seesbosscrotch]

"You know," he said, lifting the sword slightly to consider it, "I have no idea WHAT it's made out of. I got it by smacking a god around till he died and left this behind, so it could be ANYthing, really. Well, anything that holds an edge."

[17thangel]

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. You can get some of the best parts from stepping on god like beings. Sorry, I just do a lot of armor plating and haven't had a lot to do."

[seesbosscrotch]

"No kidding! You would not believe how many good things giant abominations and malefic entities leave behind when ten or twenty-five people hit them until they stop moving!" Seriously, this was one of his great joys in life.

"You're a blacksmith?" Well... she seemed a bit young for it, but stranger things had happened.

[17thangel]

"10 or 25... Huh... I usually just had my Seibzehn step on whatever, sometimes I had to ask a friend or two for help... But never more than two other people really."

She tilted her head a bit and blinked. "No, I'm no blacksmith, I'm a gear pilot. I just do all my own maintenance."

[seesbosscrotch]

"Large vehicle, I guess? I've had to take down a few of those in my time, too. Thank you, Mimiron," he added as a sarcastic aside to no one.

[17thangel]

"I'm not sure I'd call him a vehicle. I mean a lot of gears are used just as that, but he's more my protector. Even if he is nearly 30 sharls tall and built to fight cities."