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Night blankets the villages south of the wall. While the pacifistic Gagarians are huddling around what may be the last bowls they'll ever smoke, the Hildnr are preparing to march and ride out in force come the dawn. Thankfully, you're far enough north that the nights are a hell of a lot longer than normal. Looks like you have about fourteen hours to kill.

You'll probably want to make a stop at the armory to get equipped, at some point, but there's also a fair amount of feasting happening where a bard is telling tales of the Hildnr's victorious history. The Blood Queen is in attendance, accepting oaths and blessing the warriors.

Of course, if what you'd rather do is train, the training yards are open, and there's a small barracks hall that's been outfittedwith clean furs and a roaring fire so you can rest before unleashing your bloodlust. Thoughtful!

Just don't forget: you still gotta find the blood champion, save the helpless stoner fratboys, and make it over that fuckhuge wall before lunchtime tomorrow.

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[constantine is doing his best to blend in, as promised. it seems to involve a lot of drinking, which he is very ok with, and a lot of getting punched in the arm, which is a lot more ow.]

[he is also singing a very rude drinking song, very loudly and raspily. think tom waits covers flogging molly.]

If I had the wings of a sparro~ow...

If I had the arse of a cro~ow...

[drinking]

[or trying to]

[before she was rudely interrupted]

Oh my god, stop. It's like torturing alley cats.

I'd fly over Old Tr—

[oh look an interruption. wait. was this a she or a he? constantine just met these people, he's not sure he can recognize them all different. gives her(?) a once-over, sort of leery-looking but genuinely just confused.]

What, love, you're for Manchester?

I'm for you not doing that. Ever again.

[she looks exasperated, but not in the rude, i'm going to punch your teeth in way that usually begets exasperation in this party]

[returns the once-over in kind]

You don't look like a fierce mountain warrior. No offense.

None taken. I just popped by for the party.

[he raises his eyebrows significantly. she sounds like a yank, which means she's probably with them, even though he doesn't remember her.]

By the way I'm Constantine.

[it rhymes with "design." no first name given, you know how these genderswap things go.]

Bo. You must be one of the girls' friends. I'm their guy on the inside.

[stops and cringes, because poor word choice]

--Girl. Girl on the inside, I'm all natural.

We've only just met, actually. I was starkers and this lovely blonde lent me her coat...

[oh god he should not have been drinking on top of all that weed. at "girl on the inside" he starts giggling and cannot stop.]

I bet you are, love...

[that awkward smile-laugh when someone's obviously having a good time all by themselves and you're not in on the joke]

How much have you had to drink, exactly?

Not all that much, but the first drink really knocked my bollocks off.

[it really did. this is a little bit of a sobering thought, but he's still chuckling. wacky fun times.]

Probably I'd blame the wacky backy actually.

[alright that does get a little laugh, incredulous as it might be]

You're high? That's a first impression that's going to stick, I'll tell you right now.

[appropriates his drink before he does any more damage]

It's for your own good. You're welcome.

Not the first time, surely shan't be the last.

[too bad it's not all that representative of constantineness. halfheartedly chases his drink as it gets further away from him. bo's probably right.]

All right, cheers. You weren't with that lot before, were you?

You'd recognize me, trust me.

[you don't just forget a face and tits like these]

No, I was here when the Hildnr brought the girls in, they said that you guys were looking for a way in. Operation: Mrs. Doubtfire is my fault. You're welcome for that too.

I reckon I would at that.

[no you don't. of course this whole group is very memorable. nice everything. on everyone. unfair.]

Well then thanks for everything, love. I'd toast you, but someone seems to have nicked my drink.

[what the fuck is a doubtfire? is that a hamlet joke?]

Edited (WHO MOVED MY COMMA) 2013-03-01 07:35 (UTC)

Don't thank me yet, you guys only got in. You still have to get out.

Not to worry. I've got it in the bag.

[taps the side of his nose knowingly.]

I do this for a living, you know. Finding people. Princesses. We'll be out of here before you can say "Jack Robinson."

You some kind of medieval detective?

[we've got a lot of hero types out and about in this group, she's noticing]

[maybe it's just a coincidence]

Medieval?

[kids these days. the '80s weren't that long ago.]

Occult, certainly. Hardly medieval.

[definitely not a hero.]

[he said princesses, those only exist in textbooks and fairytales to bo. forgets englishfolk exist]

[remembers something hel told her and gets a little warier]

Your first name isn't...Dean, is it?

[it's a good thing bo took his drink away, because constantine would surely have died inhaling it while laughing his ass off.]

[that must be a no]

[oh god too funny can't breathe.]

It's—

[oh god actually can't breathe. this is unpleasant. at some point the laughing became coughing, and that sounds really unhealthy.]

Oh god-

[SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL YOU BUDDY. eyes him weirdly as he busts out the crazyperson laughter]

[nervous hand flutter as she hovers over him before giving his back a slap or two]

It's okay, get it all out, you're gonna be...fine?

I'm fine.

[he's not fine. he sounds like he's trying to breathe yogurt.]

It's John. Or Johanna for the time being, I suppose.

[clears his throat. like, a lot. it would be nice if these medieval societies also drank water now and then, but nooooo, cholera.]

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