paradisa | First shot

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james bond

First shot

[it had been a calm and peaceful morning in Paradisa. The sun was shining, the ducks were quacking away by the duck pond. All in all a lovely day.

That is until the thin layer of ice covering the duck pond cracks and shatters with a FOOM as a flare bursts through, sputtering out and landing harmlessly in a nearby snowbank. Seconds later a man breaks the surface of the water, gasping for air. He blinks in the sunlight, confused. It had been night a moment ago and the fire coming from the house shouldn't give off that much light. What the bloody hell is going on here?

He turns in the water, trying to get his bearings. Snow. Sunlight. And he is most definitely not treading water in the moors. He carefully makes his way to shore, cautiously silent as he surveys his surroundings. His eyes scan the surface of the castle in front of him. Not only was that most certainly not a Scottish castle but there shouldn't be any buildings for miles. He doesn't know what's going on but he most certainly doesn't like it.

As he pulls himself out of the... what is this a pond?... water splashes over the open journal laying on the shore. He doesn't pay it any mind as he looks for anyone who might be responsible for this nonsense. Silva? If he got to M first he would pray for death before Bond was through with him.]

((OOC: Open for action but have fun with those soaking wet journals, everyone!))

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_{[Ashura had been out for his casual morning stroll when he heard all that ruckus. Concerned, he headed straight for the commotion, throwing up a bit of gravel and snow with his pace - a very un-kingly thing, but if someone was hurt his appearance could wait.

He rounds the corner and comes to the duck pond... and sees James climbing out, sopping wet.

Oh dear. This was not the first time, someone had fallen in, nor probably the last, though by the bewildered look, this might be his first. ]}

I see you've made yourself acquainted with our duck pond.

_{[ Have a six foot tall elf-like person coming closer James, with black hair to the floor and dressed in what probably looks like a mix of Japanese and Indian traditional dress. And yes, he has those elf-like ears poking out from either side of his head.]}

That's certainly one way to put it.

[At 5'10" the strange man's height doesn't bother him. The dress doesn't, either, though it's something he's more used to seeing in India or Hong Kong than in Scotland. What does ping him as strange, however, are the ears. No, really, what are those?

He came at a rush which means he had been concerned, and the look in his eyes is a good indication that it's legitimate. Where the dress is unusual for the location and time period it wouldn't be the first time he'd come up against someone with questionable taste in fashion. He can overlook the ears for the time being because there are more important things at hand than the man's ears.

He casually stands at an angle from the man, keeping the hidden knife further away from him. He doesn't seem bothered in the least by the fact that he's soaking wet in the snow with a few stubborn remnants of dirt and blood streaked down his face and neck.]

Our duck pond?

_{[ James could try attacking Ashura. He might have moderate success given Ashura's heavier robes, but Ashura was a warrior trained, with nearly three hundred years of war experience under his belt. Ashura, of course, had no wish to hurt James, but he was not above defending himself either.

It might not go well either, considering Ashura could control fire, but that was a last trick up the sleeve he kept to himself usually - at least at first meetings.

He watched the other with golden eyes, a manicured brow arching the tiniest bit.]}

Our as in the residents here. Which, I should add, you are now a part of. And just so we can skip the next obvious question - "here" is Paradisa.

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