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[reiks]

[ the journal picks up the sound of a light breeze - someone's found his way to the rooftop, carefully perched on one of those archer notches. sometimes, it's nice to have a moment to reflect. or stare out at the land and think wow that's pretty. Hal happens to be doing more of the former before he decides to speak up and give this journal thing a proper go. ]

This city certainly is quite a sight. [ a laugh ] There would be no view like this back home.

[ after a pause: ] -- do forgive me, citizens, I've not properly introduced myself with my limited practice of this journal. My name is Harry. And I wished to very belatedly voice my gratitude for the kind chaps at the clinic, I don't believe I had said so at the time. Your work is impeccable.

[ the wind picks up a bit, rustling the papers of the journal before Hal smooths it out with his hand. ]

I've been told that this castle houses a grand library as well. Should any among you feel obliged, I would not mind company along the way. I can promise to be on my best behaviour and provide decent companionship if anyone happens to be traveling in that direction.


[ ooc; any clinic folks can feel free to assume they treated Hal's spear wound on his left shoulder! ]

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[dictated]

[fearbringer]

As it happens, I was on the way to the library myself.

[reiks]

Is that an invitation, then?

[fearbringer]

Why don't you tell me where you are right now and we'll see.

[reiks]

Oh--

[ erm ... ]

Currently I've found my way up to the castle's rooftop, but I could make my way back somewhere less precarious for a rendez-vous.

[fearbringer]

That won't be necessary.

[Pitch shows up immediately. If Henry can see him, he'll appear to just step out of a darkened corner. If Henry can't see him, then of course nothing will change... except, possibly, a heightened sense of uneasiness.]

[OOC: Info on what sorts of characters will be able to see/sense him!]

[reiks]

I beg your pardon?

[ --but before there's any answer, Hal feels a different sort of breeze, and suddenly feels like maybe he shouldn't be up on the roof. he sets the journal in his lap, having a look around (is this stranger going to join him on the roof, from nearby?) and keeping a firm hold on the ledge. this probably wasn't a good idea. ]

[fearbringer]

[Pitch walks closer, aaaaand... yup. The guy doesn't seem to be able to see him. Oh, well.

He takes out his journal-- which will be visible to Harry-- and talks into it.]

I'm here. I'm just invisible to you-- for now.

[assassino]

Citizens? [Colour Ezio vaguely amused.] And here I thought we were foreigners to this land!

[reiks]

I imagine we all start out as such, upon arrival. If we are to stay here, however, are we not the city's new citizens?

[assassino]

I suppose I just did not consider Paradisa a state or nation of its own. What is a nation without a sovereign, really? And who here would stand behind a ruler we cannot see, nor hear, nor depose of if we wished?

[reiks]

I dare not to admit I understand this city's politics or monarchy, or apparent lack thereof. Nor will I claim to swear loyalty to it. My only assumption was that there were more locals than foreign inhabitants here.

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

Well, you are right about that, at least. We tourists account for very few of the sum population.

[And then, pleasantly:]

Where are you from, then? It's not often I speak to anyone so well-spoken –– most here are Americans, pleasant but brash, and most of them speak in dialect.

[reiks]

I have come to notice that.

[ oh- topic change! though ... huh. "Americans." ]

Is that the name we call the city's newcomers? Though- [ a laugh ] -I have not yet had the pleasure of the brash just yet. I am from England myself, and I understand that I also may not be from the same point in time as others as well.

[assassino]

No, no. America is their name for the New World, and they are its inhabitants. And if you do not know the New World, then... [An amused noise.] The Italians and the Spanish have bested England again, discovering it first.

(Dictated)

[tylendel]

Were you injured? (Tylendel recognizes the voice and he can't help but worry.)

[reiks]

[ oh hey new friend! presumably. ]

Upon my arrival, yes. I arrived after a most noble and victorious battle in my homeland. But worry not, my friend, I have been well taken care of since.

[tylendel]

(Of course! Tylendel is hard to shake once he decides to be friendly.)

All of the nobility in the world can't heal a deadly wound. I'm glad you were treated well. (There are those in the castle who truly make it a home.) I arrived in the castle broken myself.

[reiks]

[ hellyeah, score one bff. ]

They are very deserved of gratitude, indeed. [ and after a beat: ] I had not known this to be a common method of arrival here. Perhaps it is done on purpose, to ensure their nurses and medics earn their keep.

dictated;

[lord_wizard]

Well, welcome to Cair Paradisa, Harry, such as it is.

[reiks]

Aye, such as it is. For all the confusion prior, I suppose it's best to at least try to settle in.

[lord_wizard]

You make peace with what you can, yes. What is your interest in the library, by the way? Are you a scholar, or just a lover of books in general?

[reiks]

Neither, I am afraid. I am a dreadful student. But curiosity demands it of me, to learn what is available to me so I may be better prepared and informed of what may lie ahead.

[lord_wizard]

Curiosity is a very desirable trait in a student. Not everyone is quite so willing to take the time to learn. The library may not be the best place to learn about the castle itself, however.

[reiks]

It seemed the most logical of options. You would know a better route to take, then?

[lord_wizard]

You're holding it in your hands. There are pages upon pages of history there.