Multi-Character Post! (Barbossa, Boromir, Tarik Mansuri)

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

It's a nice almost-Spring morning and Barbossa is walking around the lake towards the Caribbean inlet. The water is warmer there in case he would like to take his boots off and wade through the surf. He has a small satchel hung from his shoulder, the brass eyepiece of a spyglass poking out of it, and is absently throwing a small green apple up in the air and catching it as it falls. He is in a good mood as is usual when plotting. And of course, a man who loves the sound of his voice so much will have nothing against conversation.

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With the approach of Spring the weather is mellowing, and the son of Denethor is reminded of how much more pleasant days were in Minas Tirith with the ending of winter, when the people of the Tower of Watch brightened as if a burden had been lifted from their shoulders as the trees started to bud (all but one) and even the Dark Lord's power and malice seemed to grow farther and lesser for a short time.

And thus he has decided to spend the morning outside, relaxing in the fair weather. He started the morning with a long walk along the shore of the lake, and can be found now sitting on the comfortable cushion of needles beneath an old cedar tree, his travelling cloak wrapped around him and a book in his hand.

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Soon, he will go back to Paradiso, and to war. Soon there will not be time to contemplate the terrible beauty of the frighteningly fertile jungles of the planet. But for now, Tarik is free to enjoy the timelessness of Milliways.

At some point in the night he discovered the door leading outside, and found the lake. Now, as the sky begins to lighten in the East, he prepares for prayer. It's been months since he performed his ablutions in a lake like this: Clear and cold, the water is a pleasure. Since he got here in his uniform and field equipment, he must make do with it. His greatcoat doubles as a prayer mat, and his ballistic jacket, wrapped around his sheathed sword, serves as a prayer screen. As is common practice in Haqqislam (since there is no easy way to calculate the position of Earth, and thus Mecca, for the average faithful), he turns his face towards the sky before beginning to pray.

[...]

Afterwards, he can be found sitting on a rock near the lake shore, watching the sunrise tinge the lake with all the shades that the sky holds between black and blue. He has emptied his flask and refilled it with water from the lake, and occasionally lifts it to his lips to take a sip. All in all, he seems oddly peaceful for a man with an assault rifle and a sheathed sword resting across his knees.


[TinyTag: Tarik Mansuri]

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[wheatencrown]

(OOC: I'll take either Barbossa or Boromir.)

Demeter knows its almost Spring, she can feel it and so she's also outside, her feet are bare and she's smiling as she feels the new life underneath her feet.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

You don't survive long against the Shadow if you are easy to surprise. There is a woman approaching, and something about her attracts Boromir's attention, something he cannot pinpoint right now. But manners are first, and so he stands as she walks closer and bows his head in salute.

"Greetings."

[wheatencrown]

"Hello. You seem to have found a lovely place to sit."

She nods back slightly at him since Demeter has never bowed to anyone, but she still remembers a time when others bowed to her.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Now he realizes what first caught his attention. This woman is by no means an elf and yet there is something not unlike presence of the Eldar upon her, some hidden power.

"It is a nice spot, yes. Peaceful." He looks around contentedly, gazing over the calm waters of the lake before returning his eyes to Demeter.

[wheatencrown]

"I'm not sure we've met before. I'm Demeter and I think I would have remembered such a noble man as yourself."

Different worlds but she does have an ease with the land that an elf would recognize.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"And I would not have forgotten a lady as regal as yourself." Another little bow of his head. "I am Boromir son of Denethor." He is intrigued by that presence, which he has never before felt in anyone at Milliways. "Of the Kingdom of Gondor, in Middle-Earth" Perhaps a Númenorean lady of old, when the line was closer to the elves...

[wheatencrown]

"I think I met another from your world, a young elf named Legolas, sweet child."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

His face brightens, and he smiles. "Legolas! How was he?" The enthusiasm subsides a little, but there's still a slight curl of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Excuse me, he and I were companions for a short time."

[wheatencrown]

"Charming, he's full of such wonderful energy."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir tilts his head, brow furrowing a bit. "That is strange. He used to be more the quiet, calm sort when I knew him." Then again, the Fellowship had met during a dark time. Maybe Demeter had met Legolas at some brighter point of his life.

[wheatencrown]

"Perhaps, time is strange here."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He nods in agreement. "I was about to say, maybe you just met him at some other moment, a moment less dark than the one we shared."

[wheatencrown]

"Darkness is a hard thing to face but Winter does end and Spring comes even from the coldest and darkest times."

[electro_kinetic]

Blue, especially in the carribbean inlet, is not an unusual color to see. Except as the color of someone's hair.

Nori has discovered that watching the apple fall and rise and fall again as Barbossa throws it is something that will take her mind off everything, sort of hypnotic and lazy, which is why she's watching him do it over and over again.

"You gonna eat that?"

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

As things go in Milliways, blue hair is barely withing the "surprising" category. Barbossa stops, catching the apple one last time, and smiles charmingly at the young woman.

"Eventually, yes."

[electro_kinetic]

"Just curious." It's not something she sees people do often, use an apple to toss and catch. Mostly they just eat it if they have one, which is rare unless it's been picked off an unsuspecting fruit stand owner.

"Interesting...look." Coming from her, though, with her particular style, this is less a note of detriment than just curiosity. She can place it, because she's spent a lot of time in museums--they're warm and free and as long as she's quiet, they don't pitch her out.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

He looks down at himself, an amused little smile on his lips. "Why thank you. I find it pretty dashing, meself. Yours is... Interesting, too." Barbossa is all for unique looks, in all honesty. People making themselves easy to spot sits quite right with him. "And your hair is a most striking color." Which would have got her at the very least some stern questions from the Inquisition.

[electro_kinetic]

"Thanks." Her voice is soft enough to not echo, but loud enough, just enough, to carry from where she's sitting in the sand, boots off and toes buried in the sand.

"It's just...what I got." But it works for her.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

"Making do with what Dame Fortune hands you is a virtue, young miss." He throws the apple up once more, catching it as it falls and turning it thoughtfully this way and that.

[electro_kinetic]

She laughs lightly. "Dame Fortune can be...difficult sometimes, can't she?"

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

"If by that you mean that she can be a cold-hearted witch, then yes, she can." The smile disappears while he speaks thus, only to reappear immediately like no change at all had happened.

[electro_kinetic]

The blunt rephrasing makes her crack a smile, as she crosses her arms on her knees. Her hands crackle when they brush, little arcs of static electricity snapping between her arms.

This is why, warm as it is, she still wears a coat that covers her hands almost completely.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

Not much escapes Barbossa's attention, and surely not something that looks that unnatural. He's not a fan of magic, not at all but he's also a good liar.

"Excuse me, young miss... If I may ask, what was that?

[electro_kinetic]

It's not altogether easy to hide, and she knows it. "It's...just me. It won't hurt anyone, it's just...electricity." She has no idea if Barbossa's ever gotten a static shock, but she's not going to be the one to walk up and zap him with one if he hasn't.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

"Looks very much like sorcery, to which I am not at all partial. My dealings with such unnatural forces have been... Less than pleasant." He isn't amused anymore, and it shows. This is one of the few subjects that could make him lose his smirk.