[Look! Another assimilated soul on the iCon bandwagon!]

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*Gorlim is outside practicing sword moves.

Occasionally, a stray treebranch will suffer the consequences. But not too often. He seems very good at visualizing his enemy, though. Or perhaps he's re-fighting old battles. Either way, it looks damn impressive.* Even though his icon guy IS Barry Manilow...

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian and the mice Watch Carefully.

Not in Sheila's masterful methods of Silent Watching, but the sort of Interested Watching that notes she might have some sort of Purpose for this Ability.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*Oooh. Hot chick watching. SHOW OFF SHOW OFF SHOW OFF!!!!*

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

If Trillian were Syfte, she'd take a picture ...

... but she's not, she's just Trillian, so she takes notes.

"Nice form!"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*He twirls around in a magnificently theatrical if somewhat pointless jab, which ends up sen ding the sword flying about two inches past her head and into a treetrunk. He freezes and stares for a moment, shocked that the girl isn't a kebab, then bows* Thank you, my Lady.

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"And even nicer form. Very welcome, very welcome indeed ..." All of this is said, of course, just as Trillian jerks aside from a flying object.

"... do you have a lot of experience, then?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

You might say that. Fought a few wars, killed the Mother of all spiders... *He automatically tries to lean against his sword like a walking stick, forgetting that he's just nearly killed her with it. Instead, he falls over with an audible THUMP*

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"A few boys I know might actually have some use for talent like--"

Trillian cuts herself off as Gorlim falls over backward, and can't help but laugh.

"You okay?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

What? Of course! Just a.... faster way to get to the ground. *Roman-sorta-looking pose* You say you have a proposition for me, dear girl?

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Sort of. I know these ... boys ... well, I guess, sort of. See, one's meant to be a king and the other is his second. And I think they might be staging a coup, and you seem to be the type who might want to help ..."

His clumsiness might be enough for the Antarians to blacklist Trillian, but then again, he IS agile.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Are we for the good king or the bad king? *Not that it matters. He'll do it, of course. He's a sucker for a pretty face.*

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"I think since Max is, by bloodline, the one that's supposed to be king? We're with the good king."

Good king, bad king, he's the king with the gun. ... wrong canon, muns.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Okay. *He hops onto his feet and trots over to retreive his sword* When do we start with the killing?

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"That," Trillian is still laughing, "is not in any way my authority. If you run into a boy of about 18 by the name of Max Evans, he's the king in question ..."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Max. Max the King. King Max. Got it. *pause* Max.

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Max. Max Evans. He doesn't really respond to 'king,' although he should according to a few other people. I haven't met them, but that's what he says they say."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Oh. You haven't met him.

*removes self from hack 'n' slash mode for enough time to consider a Very Important Question*

Do I get a percentage of either the treasury or the kingdom if we win?

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Well, I know Max, I just don't know the others. And um ... well, I'm just the pilot and the astrophysicist, have no say in the government, but I'm sure he'd pay you. Max is an honest kid."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*he laughs and sheathes his sword* It's okay, I don't need the money. So! Who are we gonna fight? Do we have, you know, a sort of ARMY or are we going for subterfuge and subtle throat-slitting from behind the tapestries?

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"I think they're having a meeting about that. I'm still only a scientist."

And not of the science of revolution, so Trillian Just Doesn't Know.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Where?

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Up in Max's room, which is ... number ... oh, I don't remember. I can try and remember, though, and show you the place later ..."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

All right. As long as something's being done. Would you care for a cup of tea? *Abrupt? Yes. But he likes tea.*

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Tea. Tea gives Trillian the creeps.

"I'd love some."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

I think the bar is a little... er.... well, it's kind of gloomy in there. I can make us some out here, if you like?

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Just like that, snap your fingers, boom, there's tea? Or is there a hotplate somewhere?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

.....I can start a fire?

You don't do much camping, do you?

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke comes outside, too, and starts going through lightsaber drills a respectable distance away.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*Oh really. This is interesting. His sword GLOWS. Wow. That's about enough to make him stop and watch, and maybe come a little closer...*

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke senses the watcher, and after a moment, he shuts down the 'saber and turns around, smiling. "I don't think we've met. I'm Luke."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

he nods* Gorlim, son of Angrim. A pleasure. Where'd you get the.... um... is that actually a BLADE?

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"Um... not exactly. It's made of light, basically. I don't know exactly how it works, but you switch it on and off here--" he indicates the thumb-switch-- "and it'll cut through pretty much anything. It's the traditional weapon of... knights, in my world."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*That impresses him* Wow. A sword made of light. That's like something out of stories I used to tell the sheep when I was little. What happens if you touch it? *He is SO easily fascinated by things*

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He winces. "It cuts through flesh pretty easily, and burns at the same time. If you're cut with it, you don't bleed because the wound's burnt closed too fast. If you just touched it, it probably wouldn't cut you, but it would burn you. Um. It hurts. I don't recommend it."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Oooooh. *Shinyglowyburninator! He likes.* Where'd you get it?

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"I made it, about a year and a half ago. It's part of becoming a knight. You have to make your own." He shrugs. "And the one my father left to me had been destroyed, so I needed to make a new one anyway."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

You MAKE your own glowy light thingy? Out of what? You can't hammer light in a forge. Not even the gods can do that.

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's..." He bites his lip. "I don't know how it works, exactly. You put a source of light in the bottom, and the light shines through a certain type of crystal, which concentrates it enough to make a blade. That's also what gives it a particular color. Mine is green, but my old one was blue, and I've seen a red one as well."