noble_at_heart: (Rueful grin)
Gwaine ([personal profile] noble_at_heart) wrote in [community profile] nexus_sages2017-04-25 08:57 pm

(no subject)

Gwaine has settled himself on a bench to watch the swirling crowds, his amazement and joy evident by the steadily growing grin. He might have got lost in the castle's maze of corridors more than once when he first arrived but he's absolutely certain that this is not Camelot. Uther's health may be failing and Arthur not quite the uptight, pompous, hide bound little braggart of a Princeling he first thought him (he'll grudgingly admit that now) but even he would struggle to accept the multitude of strange beings and obviously magical artifacts crowding as far as the eye can see.

He tilts his face back towards the sun with contented sigh before picking up the bright paper he discarded beside him earlier and reluctantly continuing to read. It's not that he can't exactly, goading by family members determined that their poor relations bring as little shame as possible and later Merlin's patient if faintly teasing guidance mean that he's adequately literate, thankyouverymuch, it's just that there were a lot of very long and confusing words.

Eventually he reaches the end where the warning at the bottom of the page causes him some rather profound worry.

"What's a man to do to get a drink around here, then?"
brave_heart_verity: (o rly)

The Inevitable Request

[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2017-04-25 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Before I tag in: Ver's got a truth-sensing curse stuck in her that she can't turn off. She knows when people are lying and she can see through illusions; she doesn't know what the truth is or have psychic powers. More details here. If you don't want to deal, let me know, I know it can get annoying.]
brave_heart_verity: (embarrassed smile)

[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2017-04-26 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He may be getting The Eyebrow at some point, but I suspect a big strong knight can take it. :P]

Here, Gwaine, have one of those strange beings and magical artifacts. (You would not believe what her parents left lying around when she was a kid.) She's obviously a she, don't be fooled by the pants or the attitude. Ver's gaze flicks to the pamphlet, then she gives Gwaine a smile that's only lightly laced with pity. She's used to all this now, but she remembers the confusion when she first arrived.

"Depends on what you want to drink."
brave_heart_verity: (are you serious?)

[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2017-04-26 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
If Verity notices the appreciation in his expression, there's little response. Only a flutter of something before her expression settles again, and the brief visitor was neither gratitude or a corresponding appreciation for him. It was something closer to wariness or weariness.

She'd be glad to know that there are exceptions, sometimes, for a woman who prefers practical attire. Not so much that there rampaging armies of the undead. Her world had its troubles, so many many troubles, but that was rarely one of them. A minor blessing.

The staring is met with an eyebrow arching upward in unasked question. The question being, because she's from Manhattan, 'The fuck is your problem?' Another minor blessing that she doesn't say that out loud. These old-fashioned types react so unpredictably to foul-mouthed women. "There's a place nearby with safe drinks. What would be wrong with being purple or a woman?"
brave_heart_verity: (fragile)

[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2017-04-26 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." The rambling had one good side effect, in that her expression is softening. It's not an unfamiliar fear. The desire, the need to keep one's head down and not get noticed is one she still fights. Even in this place. "Those things are usually temporary if it does happen. C'mon, I'll show you around a bit if you want."

Ver takes a half-step back then, expecting him to stand and not wanting to crowd him. "I'm Verity." Does he shake hands with women? Is it allowed? She'll offer hers and find out.
brave_heart_verity: (doubt it but I love ya)

[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2017-04-27 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Vanity is a sin, and aren't knights supposed to be above such things? Not that she can blame him, he's pretty cute. And she never dislikes when people are giving her those kinds of smiles. It's so much better than the fake smiles most people wear. "You're welcome. This place is kinda huge, so yeah, there's a lot to learn. Being a decent person is typically a good start, so I think you'll be okay."

The bow gets another raised eyebrow, a little surprised and a little amused (like she's anyone worth bowing to), but she's smiling when he comes up again. "Nice to meet you."

And then the question. It's not the first time someone's wondered, and she takes it with good humor. "The color is dye and I'm human. Where I came from, it was common for people to color their hair."
aw_hawkguy: Smiling through a broken nose. (Smile)

[personal profile] aw_hawkguy 2017-04-26 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
A scruffy-looking man in sweat pants, dogeared sneakers, a hoodie with the sleeves torn off, and a little bit of bandage tape happens to be strolling by at just the right moment to hear the question, because the Nexus is like that. In one hand, he holds the leash of a one-eyed dog, and from the other dangles a six-pack of cans.

Those arms have a fair bit of tone to them--and a fair set of scars. This is somebody who has been in plenty of fights in his day. His shoulders roll as he shrugs and suggests, "ask nice?"
aw_hawkguy: I clean up nice, don't I? (Default)

[personal profile] aw_hawkguy 2017-04-26 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)

"Well, this is Lucky, and I'm Clint," he answers, giving his end of the leash to the dog to hold before extending a hand in greeting. "How 'bout you, pal?"

aw_hawkguy: I clean up nice, don't I? (Default)

[personal profile] aw_hawkguy 2017-04-26 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)

"Nice ta meetcha." Clint has a good, firm handshake, and afterward pulls a can out of the six-pack to offer it to the knight.

Lucky, meanwhile, knows full well that Clint isn't supposed to go out for walks without a leash, he knows what happens. He nudges Clint's nose with his snout until the Avenging Archer relents and takes back the leash.

aw_hawkguy: I clean up nice, don't I? (Default)

[personal profile] aw_hawkguy 2017-04-26 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)

(("nudges Clint's nose," gah, meant that to be nudges Clint's arm. I can write, really.))

"It's a beer." Clint takes a seat, setting the five-pack down on Lucky's leash and claiming another, then demonstrating the pull tab. "Like this, see?"

aw_hawkguy: I clean up nice, don't I? (Default)

[personal profile] aw_hawkguy 2017-04-27 01:38 am (UTC)(link)

"See?" Clint confirms, taking a swig of his own. "Beer. So where're you from?"

mudblood_andproud: (exploring the world)

[personal profile] mudblood_andproud 2017-04-26 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
A well-dressed woman, who had her nose buried in large book, had sat down beside Gwaine on the bench without realizing that she was not alone. At least, until he speaks. She blinks... and then smiles.


"There are some great places one could go." She has a slight British tone. One that might remind him of home. "There is a pub that I frequent nearby."
mudblood_andproud: (playful smile)

[personal profile] mudblood_andproud 2017-04-26 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"That sounds lovely!" Hermione accepts his offer with a smile. She takes his offered hand to stand to her feet. Then she opens a small pouch at her side, and puts her book into it (even though the book itself is bigger). The disappearing book would be a strange sight, for one who might never been around magic.

"I'm Hermione Jean Granger. And you?" If she is going to have his company, she should learn his name.
mudblood_andproud: (glance over shoulder)

[personal profile] mudblood_andproud 2017-04-26 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Hermione is a little flattered for how he takes on a protective role. Obviously he has magic in his world. But it sounds like magic must be forbidden, or some such nonsense, for him to be so worried about her.

"It is safe to use it openly here." She nods at their general location, referring to the Nexus in general. "It is second nature for me. In my home, there are many others who learn and practice magic. I used to attend a school where that was our focus. And when I am here, I follow the rules... no magic that would harm others."

She pats his hand gently. "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't use it."
mudblood_andproud: (girly dress)

[personal profile] mudblood_andproud 2017-04-26 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
As Gwaine starts to mention Camelot and an ancient Druid cup, Hermione's eyes get wide with wonder. In her world, Merlin is considered one of the greatest wizards of all time. And she considers it an amazing situation to meet someone from that timeline.

"Oh, I will share my tales... if you share yours."

Hermione soon leads him to the pub in question. It is a nice, quiet place right now.