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Ka-thunk!

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Ka-thunk!

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Outside a handful of paces away from the door a soccer ball pounces off the wall of the bar, bouncing back a few paces only to be kicked right back against it again; all the spots landing within the same location every turn. Lucas never played the sport in college- he was to busy competeing with Merle in track and sometimes fencing events. Mostly track though. Heck! Both of them had even made it to the Olympic trails until they quit.

The Prince snorted a laugh as he kicked the ball again with another ka-thunk against the wooden wall. It would have been interesting to see where they both would have placed had they actually gone through with it. But for now he can only dream of it as he kicks the black and white ball off the wall.

Anyone care to join him?

[tinytag: Luke Reynard]

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Teja has been walking around the lake, and now returns to the bar, astonished to see a man try and do damage to the bar with a strange sort of missile.

Coming closer, he realises it is simply a ball. It is still a rather hefty one, and Teja stops, watching the man at his rather fierce sport.

Kicking the ball up into the air he kicks it upward with one foot about head level daring to switch to his left foot and, well, oops.

Soon Lucas finds himself on the ground and the ball bouncing off the top of his head which causes him to wince. He never said he as the most graceful of people, like, ever.

Have a laugh, Teja!

Teja never laughs!

He just looks down at the young man with faint amusement.

"That was not planned, one would assume?"

Rubbing the spot on his head where the ball sort of bounced off and rolled away, Luke looks up at Teja with squinty eyes. "Totally not planned which seems to be the case for things 'round here I take it." With a little grump he starts to slowly climb back to his feet already scaning the ground for where his ball went to.

"Never was much fos soccer as I was for track though."

"I would not be able to distinguish between those games," Teja says. "I died in the year 552 of Christian reckoning."

"Oh.."

Blink. Pause. Squinty eyes. There may even be a couple of pokings Teja's way.

"You don't seem dead." But soon Luke was ducking his head in embarassment looking very much the kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Ah..sorry. Just didn't know..yeah. I'm Lucas- everyone calls me Luke though."

"Ahhh," Teja says. "You would be but newly come to this place. There is a number of dead men here, and they seem as if alive again. We are merely told that, should we visit another world for a greater length of time, we would fade to a ghost."

Pause.

"I am Teja, son of Tagila; I was the last king of the Ostrogoths in Italy."

"Really?" Yes that is a note of hesitation within his voice. Why? His dead was dead as far as he knew and, well, he didn't want him turning up here. Bad blood you see. But at the introduction his eyes do seem to widen a little before smiling a wide grin at Teja. "Wow a real king? How awsome is that! Did you get to command an army and everything?"

And no he's not mocking or anything. Luke is really curious and excited! "And yeah..just got here on Monday and my door is gone. I think it's called..being Bound, right?"

"I was a fighter, and a leader of men, all my adult life," Teja says, recognising the honest enthusiasm for what it was. "King I was only for three last, desperate months of inevitable defeat. Yes, I commanded armies. And I fought in the front, unlike the general of our enemies, Narses, who would hide in tents, on hills, and in litters. I never saw him."

Lucas beamed. "Yeah...I never could just stay in the back dictating and shit. A true man never hides behind yada yada..or was it never have your men do something you wouldn't do." Giving a shrug of his shoulders he again touched the spot on his head where the ball had hit. "Course that means you gotta be a team player."

"Oh, I was, where fighting was concerned," Teja says. "I as leading my former equals, after all. I am dark, different and lonesome only when not called upon by duty."

"Dark, different, and lonesome is, well, different." Luke shruged his shoulders. His dad was all of the above except the lonesome. He might have been for all Lucas really knew but the man was constantly traveling about. A man couldn't be that lonely when doing that, right?

"There a lot of people like that here? I mean, kings and generals and he like."

"Indeed, there are," Teja says. "I have met the famous Roman general Mark Antony, the Spartan king Leonidas, and, more recently, Attila the Hun. There are a number of Greek goddesses here, too."

Of course, all those people he had studied while in school at Berkley but philosophy class never really covered the basic introductions to deities being, well, real. So please pardon the eyes widening as he stares at Teja.

"Real Goddesses. As in, the pantheons actually existing instead of filling some void in belief of a higher cause or plan that some thing has?"

"Oh, in my world, there were no gods," Teja says. "But there are worlds where they are real."

Pause.

"Would you ever have heard of Plato's Parable of the Cave?" he then asks. Just because this man would train with a ball does not mean he would be uneducated. Teja had been educated, for a man of his time and people, and he was training at arms every day, still.-

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