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Listen to the wind blow

Arrival

What should have been wood was now earth. Solid, and still, lacking the sway of the ship, and Edward frowned, blinking at it a moment. The sounds of the English and the struggle crew were gone, and looking to his right- so was Stede.

He'd arrived face down, hands tied behind his back, and still damp from the ocean, though in pushing awkwardly to his knees there was no ocean in sight, and his chest felt tighter still

His eyes scanned the unfamiliar space, looking up at the tall buildings in wonder before the orb caught his attention.

Once he'd spotted it the compulsion had him pushing stiffly to his feet, twisting to try and free his hands with a few annoyed grunts before opting to touch his forehead to the thing instead. All at once he was bombarded with information, in a sensation even more disorienting than all the rest of this.

He stumbled back with wide eyes, giving another violent twist against the rope, and aiming a defense kick towards the orb instead. "The fuck was that??!" he exclaimed, shaking his head and eying the thing warily like it might project more images into his mind if he didn't stare it down.

He held its gaze for a long silent moment before edging away, cursing under his breath.

And then of course he realized he'd been witnessed, features stiffening defensively, knowing he hadn't exactly shown off his most formidable side during that whole...display.

"...you got a knife, Mate?" he inquires hopefully, tilting his head.

Network- Video

[He doesn't seem to be aware he's broadcasting, the video starting abruptly and most consisting of dark blurry shapes as the device is turned about in his hand. Though he pauses to look at his reflection for a moment, scrunching his nose and making making a face. It wasn't quite as clear as a mirror, and Ed frowned, not sure what exactly this thing was.]

Strange bit of junk.

[He sets it aside, the view suddenly showing off the sky.]

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The fountain was a good place to practice his bit of magic. Also kept him distracted from all the nonsense of that tunnel he had been held in for a month. A whole month!

Flames erupted with a crackle as the sudden appearance of a man - so much hair holy shit - startled the fuck out of him. The elf immediately moved around the fountain, pulling up his scarf as he peered out from over the stonework to watch the man. What was he doing? Wait, were his hands tied behind his back?

Again, Lerith startled back down as the newcomer reacted... somewhat poorly to the magical orb of information. He was back to watching, yellow eyes peering out from under a bright orange scarf, as Ed locked eyes with him.

Well shit.

Holding his hands up to show he was unarmed, Lerith moved out from behind the fountain, slowly getting up to his full height. Why would he have a knife? Well, he had fire, but that might not be a good idea... His nose scrunched up a little as he thought.

[No knife,] he signed, closing some distance, but keeping out of leap's range. [Maybe the diner does.]

He was a skittish thing, and a bit odd looking, Ed's eyes flicking curiously over him before settling back on those strange coloured eyes.

But then Ed dropped his gaze to those gestures, blinking as their meaning fully escaped him. They were obviously deliberate enough to be some sort of communication, .

"Yeah, right, uh...I dunno what you're doing with your hands there, Man, but is that no?" he shook his head to demonstrate and tilted his head, wondering if the stranger even understood him.

He half turned to show off his bound wrists. "Lookin' to get this off? Does that- do you even understand? Am I just talking to the air?"

Another that would benefit from his classes when he got them organized for people to come to. Lerith watched Ed for a moment, then fished out his communicator from his pocket. Tapped on it a little bit before a man's voice (Jon's, specifically) came out of it, reading the text on screen.

'I do understand you. I cannot speak, but I can hear. I don't have a knife.' Maybe a knife wasn't needed. He motions with his hand in a pointing down spinning motion for Ed to turn so he can look at the rope.

While it hadn't been a punishment of choice, there was still work around his villa that was done with ropes. Mostly in the stables, but the elf knew some knots at least.

The voice made his nose scrunch up, looking for the source of the speech in confusion as it hadn't come out of the other man's lips, and with no one else around he couldn't fathom how he'd managed that sort of elaborate fuckery.

"...the fuck was that??" he murmured in awe, belatedly turning for him, because he did want his hands free, but it didn't stop him from hurriedly looking back over his shoulder at the man, "You get these off, then you'll show me how you did that, yeah?"

Edited 2022-06-12 02:09 (UTC)

It was the only piece of technology he really understood, given how much Lerith had to use it just to talk to other people. His world was leaps and bounds behind others' in this place, that was for certain.

Lerith's hands were careful, gentle even, touching to the stranger's wrists to indicate where he was before lifting carefully to get a better look. He found the knot and gave it a little tug. No, not that way. It took some time, but finally the elf's fingernails wiggled the knot free enough. It loosened, with the rope going limp around the man's wrists.

A small tap, followed by the scraping of his shoes against the ground as he got back up. Moving to face the man, he put his fists together atop one another, then swung them apart, followed by pointing at the newcomer.

[You're free!]

Out came the device again, but he showed it to Ed this time before tapping away.

'Everyone has this device. Check your pockets?'

God, that was a relief. Ed pulled the rope free and rolled his shoulders, stiffer than he'd like to admit.

He mimicked the sign with a little less oomph, nodding his head, getting the gist of that one at least. "Free, yeah," he agreed, "Thanks for that, man. I owe you."

His pockets? Ed patted himself down, but quickly grew distracted by the absence of his weapons. He turned about, scanning the ground, and patting his side again as though they would magically turn up in the interim.

"The fuck's my shit gone?" he muttered.

Lerith coiled the rope back up and hung it over a shoulder. Maybe he could use it somewhere down the road. He waits patiently, and silently, for the man to get his device out, only to see him start to... panic? Fret. Fret was a better word. Oh, his stuff. Surely that's what the man meant by 'shit'. Hopefully he wouldn't be missing that in a literal sense.

More typing. 'What stuff are you missing? It might have been left where you came from.' This man was very strange, but there were a lot of people like that in this world. Lerith had more questions for him, but didn't want to overwhelm the newest member of their community. Not intentionally anyways.

Most of the arrivals probably weren't terribly graceful. From what Tony had seen through the safe distance of his cameras, they were mostly mournful, skittish, and didn't involve a lot of kicking. With the camera in one hand, though, its wiring trailing after him he was instead out here to witness the kicking, eyebrows raised, and telling himself he really had to make these things more durable.

A similar unit was cradled against his chest, this one with spidery limbs hooked over his shoulder, bicep and wrist, and seemed to be watching with just as much curiosity as Tony. Its lens darted and shuttered as it adjusted its focal length, studying the posture, the rope, the leather; sorting and compiling. With his hands full, Tony had to lift the broken camera toward his chest, inquisitive, like there was anyone else here that the man could have been speaking to. Shit.

He sighed and started closer, sweeping down as he did to release the D.A.T.A. unit to the ground and free his hand, letting it scuttle precariously after him on its many legs. "Depends," he answered, though the tool belt around his waist suggested otherwise. "What's in it for me?"

"My gun, my knife-" Edward wacked his empty holsters pointedly, brows twisted, and he peered inside his jacket.

His silk was there, a hint of red peering up from an interior pocket, and with it, one of those strange things the other man had. He plucked it out and examined it, obviously still troubled by...all of this, but particularly being left without any weapons.

"Who takes a man's knife?"

"Jesus-" Ed half flinched back, looking ready to kick the D.A.T.A. unit into the sun if it got much closer, but also morbidly curious about the thing.

"The fuck kind of bug is that??" he asked, nodding his head toward the scuttling thing, and offering it a challenging glare, nose briefly scrunching up.

Belatedly he seemed to process the strangers words, looking up at him abruptly with a frown. He didn't exactly have a lot to barter with. "Kind of lacking in funds at the moment, Man. ... A favor? I don't give them out often. It's worth more than some coin."

Lerith tilts his head, simply watching the man for now and his strange behavior. Maybe it was different because the mute didn't have anything worthwhile to bring with him. Only the journal. At least without a gun and a knife this bearded man was a slightly less threat. Maybe he wouldn't hurt Lerith since he had freed him from the rope.

'The Agrii I think. Those are the ones that brought us here. The device will help you navigate things like the city and find out who lives here. I am Lerith, I come from Thedas.' He finally pulls his scarf down to reveal the white hair, a better look at the yellow eyes surrounded by teal tattoos, and yes. Pointed ears.

The thing peered back at him just as curiously, aperture narrowing and angle tilting a lot like the man who had carried it cocked his head as he stopped a safe arms-length away. He watched intently and wore a teasing smirk that didn't quite reach his cool blue stare, free hand on his hip.

"Development And Teaching Assistant," he corrected, and the 'bug' turned its camera up at him like he had said its name while he never took his gaze off of Ed.

Tony didn't see someone in particular distress--not hurt or having an existential crisis, just yet anyway. The tied wrists kept him cautious then, trying to calculate the most likely reason before he found out the hard way. What kind of favour was on offer might tell him a lot, and Tony hadn't even had to lead him very far to get the offer. Volatile, that was easy. "A favour," he was willing to explore, still not coming any closer, eyebrow raised to encourage this guy to reveal his wares.

The tattoos were the least startling thing about him, as least as far as Ed was concerned, considering he had a fair few of his own on display (not knowing the meaning being Lerith's), and he showed his curiosity openly, head tilting, wondering what might've happened to produce those ears? Unless he was some sort of...mythic something or other? Might explain the hair...he didn't look particularly old.

"Shit man. Uh- Ed," he offered absently, stepping closer to get a better look at him. "Look at that..."

Not sure what to make of the thing yet, Ed bent a little to peer at it, starting back as it turned its camera.

"Right, so...a bug," he concluded, not sure how exactly that title applied to the...whatever this was. Ed similarly was far more interested in it than he was in the other man just now, watching how it moved with a cautious curiosity.

"Yeah, right. Let's get cutting then," he encouraged, nodding back towards his wrists, half turning.

Ed tilted his head, Lerith matched the movement with his own mirroring tilt now. The man seemed to be focused on his... face? No, not quite. Maybe his--

Oh.

Ed introduces himself and steps closer and Lerith seems to stiffen like he's holding his ground. He could do this. He had fire magic. Unpredictable, untrained fire magic, but magic! The elf would be able to defend himself and run to the diner if Ed proved aggressive. 'Elf,' his communicator pointed out after typing. 'No elves where you're from?'

Elf. Ed stilled, twisting a face and his eyes skirting disbelieving back to Lerith's eyes and then to the ears again.

"...Like a fairy creature? Always thought they'd be smaller," he mused, "You aren't one of those Agrii people, are you?"

The mute scowled. He wasn't a fairy, what even was that? Lerith had specifically said 'elf'. 'No, not Agrii and not a fairy. An elf. I guess that answers if you have elves where you are from or not.'

He tapped his scarred chin for a long moment. 'I don't think there are any other actual elves in the city. Just me. I am from a world called Thedas and it's 9:41 Dragon^*'

_{_{[9:41 Dragon = the current year by the Chantry calendar in game]}}

"Never seen any if there are," Ed allowed, circling the elf to get a better look at him, "Thought they were just things from stories."

He paused then, and arched a brow, not sure what exactly Lerith had meant to say, and trying not to appear too eager as he asked- "...Did you say dragon?"

Okay that made him feel weird. Why was Ed circling him? He twisted this way and that to keep an eye on the man. Then arches a brow at the question.

[Yes,] and a nod of the head to put emphasis on what the sign meant. Then picked up the communicator again for it to speak his words.

'Yes. Dragons exist in my land, so I guess the Chantry figured that would be a good way to keep track of the years. Also one attacked the village I escaped to, so they are more than a calendar.'

Volatile and impatient. Tony wouldn't know anything about that. The D.A.T.A. unit started to lift a curious leg as the new man bent toward it, while Tony's smirk widened to a fangy grin and he drew a small pair of bolt cutters from his belt only to hang back, rolling his shoulder further away from the indicated problem with the tool swinging seductively.

"I'm not hurting for favours. Look at me," he pointed out, chin raised with the confidence of someone who had people falling over themselves to do his jawline a favour. The nebulous concept of a favour didn't mean much, and certainly didn't tell Tony what to expect when this guy had his hands free. As far as he knew, the favour was a swift strangling. "What's on the table?" he pressed.

Bruno blinks with wide eyes at the man that's been cursing and kicking at the data point orb and now is talking to him?

He blinks again, then slowly shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but- No? I got some sandwiches, tho." Bruno replies, patting the side of his bucket, then using the same hand to gesture towards the other man, twirling his fingers a little in the direction of the rope tying Ed's hands. "Want me to untie that? Doesn't look very comfortable..."

This was all a lot to process, on top of everything the little glowing ball had just shoved inside his head, but Ed was clearly intrigued, wondering what other sorts creatures might not just be stuff of myth in this strange world. Mermaids? The Kraken himself?

"Fascinating," he murmured, more to himself then to Lerith, and then finally he nodded to the device, his own in hand, "Show me how you make it speak."

"..." Ed's expression darkened, and he slipped more firmly into Blackbeard, feeling a twinge of heat at his cheeks that made his frown deepen.

"How about I don't put my knife through your skull, mm?" he countered, not that he had a weapon to carry out that threat with. "...What do you want, Man?" he followed with an exasperated look to indicate he had nothing to offer here. "I'm at your disposal. Me. My crew. My...ship." None of which he knew where they were. If they were even here. "Most folks would kill to have a favour from Blackbeard."

Sandwiches?

Ed briefly looks a little eager- all most puppy dog eyed- at the prospect of some real food, very nearly forgetting this whole mess in favour of the promise of something in his belly besides rum and...seaweed.

(If only Stede had sent along some of that yummy lavender soap.)

He blinks in turn and glances back at the rope. "...that would work, yeah, Mate. Get over here," he welcomes, turning to present the tied wrists while craning to look back over his shoulder and keep an eye on him. The mane of hair and beard make it more difficult than he'd like to admit.

It didn't make for a particularly effective threat when what this guy was in need of was a knife, and neither Tony nor D.A.T.A. spotted anything of the like on him, which they confirmed in response with wry glances toward each other. 'My crew, my ship', that was more like it, that was something. Still an absolutely terrible offer, because Tony could about guarantee this guy hadn't arrived with anything of the like, but something for Tony to enter into the equation.

"Blackbeard," was even more interesting, drawing Tony an inch closer, no longer holding the cutters aloft. That didn't exactly clarify if the guy meant a spaceship or a sailing ship, but it did tell Tony that he at least fancied himself a pirate. "Why didn't you say so?" Tony fawned, only to gesture limply toward the ropes, "Now I know you're like that for a reason."

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