Tinsley: oh, what? No, don't mention it. Perfectly all right. hmm....I like to do things involving weapons.... I was an assassin for a while, actually. Then that got boring, so I switched professions again.

Lajh: she does that a lot...

(Haha real talkative, aren't we!)

Trevelian: *raises eyebrow* And what would your current vocation be?

Tinsley: at the moment I've been reduced to a babysitter. *mock glare at Alastair*

Alastair: *grins* you signed up for it.

Tinsley: I didn't realize that shooting a sea monster signed me up for a two year long wild goose chase! I'm messing with you. Protector is a pretty cool thing to be.

Alastair: *rubs his wrists* you're doing the best you can.

Tinsley: well...maybe. we'll see.

Alastair: *to Trevelian* nah, she does a good job. I know the Ekklesia would be weaker without her.

Trevelian: The Ekklesia? I am familiar with the word, but what is it in this case?

Alastair: Our Ekklesia is the underground church members, or Followers, as they are (tentatively) called. I'm their leader now, after Steffen cast lots and they fell to me. Currently, we're try our best to break Jaegar's (tentative name, I think it's Syaitan on the chapters I have posted) reign without him destroying us. In what sense do you know of Ekklesia?

Tinsley: in other words, they're a bunch of fanatics fighting an evil that nobody besides them can see.

Alastair: Tinsley doesn't exactly agree with our worldview...

Trevelian: Teachers or teachings, however the definition of a word when assigned to a people group does very little to embody the natural they hold.

Alastair: I don't quite understand what you mean. Could you elaborate?

Trevelian: It is like knowing a man's name. It is a single word which best describes him, but it cannot even truly scratch the surface. In the same way, knowing a word could not tell me what your people are like.

A young man walks into the room.

Malcolm: Hello! My name is Malcolm. (Now uh, what are we talking about?)

Lajh: Hey! A new person. *walks up*. I'm Lajh. I think those three *he points to Alastair, Trevelian, and Tinsley* are discussing names... but I wasn't really paying attention because it's rather tedious.

Breindel: *dips a curtsy* Welcome, sir Malcolm.

Malcolm: I'm pleased to meet the both of ye! Ah I see! I guess I shall leave them to their own discussion then. Now then, where are you both from?

Breindel and Lajh:...our world...doesn't have a name yet.

Lajh: ...but I'm from a city called New-Sindo,

Breindel: and I'm from a small mountain village. where are you from, sir?

Malcolm: Ah, I see! Mountain village, do you have sheep? Me? I come from the world Elay, I am part of a "tribe" called the Cushites.

Breindel: * softly* yes...we had sheep.

Lajh: Cushite...that's fun to say.

Me: I'm beginning to think you're ADHD, boy.

Lajh: it is fun to say, though! So, Mr. Malcolm, what does your tribe like doing? Do they have sheep?

Me: It's always rather funny to me that people in fantasy are named Malcolm. It means follower of Columbus. *has a Malcolm too*

Me: @Lady Kitra XD I did not know that

Malcolm: You say had as in, you used to have sheep? Yes, we have sheep. We raise them for wool and meat.

Me: (Haha! Just realized for the first time that the little bit about sheep was true for me as well! Some things you just have to take from real-life. )

Me: Yep, it's a real hard time figuring out how that works for a dragon.

Breindel: *quietly* well, we still would...if there was still a "we"...

Lajh: ...I like sheep. It's yummy. X)

Me: if you eat it it's called "mutton" or "lamb", Lajh. Not "sheep".

Lajh: *shrugs*

*Drops Chayn, Tynx, and Mordir in* *Knows she might not be around much because she doesn't want to get distracted when she should be doing school during the day* But on weekends... I can chillz here. This time I'll shut up more and let these guys talk. Oh! I need to bring my MC in for development!

Mordir: I hate you.

Tynx: O.o right out of the bat... you really twisted his life.

Meh, he'll live. *Glance at Abigail* Maybe...

*realizes that she now knows Lajh*

*drops Timothy into the mix*

Trevelian: *notices the arrival of an unfamiliar face*

Timothy: *looks around shyly* Hi, everyone.

Me: Don't you dare kill the dashing, heroic assassin! What did you do to him?? *to Mordir* thanks again about my spellchecker...X)

Alastair: *burn scars around neck and wrists vanish* Did I miss something awesome?

Me: ...I don't think you'll think it's so awesome when you find out who gets chained there instead...

Lajh: Timothy! Hey, how are you!

Tinsley: you know him?

Timothy: Hi, Lajh. Who are all of these people?

Lajh: *cracks knuckles* well, as far as I can tell, *begins talking like an auctioneer as he points to each in turn* we have a crazy half-blind mongrel, a brave-ish redheaded adventurer, a blonde keywielding prophetess, a mysterious-looking man who my authoress seems to be obsessed with, a deceivingly simple-looking fox, an awesome-looking dragon, and a friendly knight in shining armor. Otherwise known as Tinsley, Alastair, Breindel, ...Mordor, I think..., I'm not sure who the fox or dragon are, and Malcolm. *takes a breath* catch that?

Me: O.O Lajh! It's Mordir! Mordor is from LotR.

Lajh: huh?

Me: that movie you watched a few weeks ago.

Lajh: oh yeah

Timothy: *nods and looks around as Lajh talks* Okay, I think so. I think I've met Mordir before, maybe...

Lajh: all right. You have? Cool. Have you heard anything about your missing brother?

Tinsley: ooooooh, missing person. How exciting.

Lajh: shut up, Tinsley. I'm talking to Timothy.

Tinsley: shut up yourself, you cretin!

Lajh: when will it end... why don't you go hunt leaves or something?

Tinsley: because we're in a room.

Timothy: Not yet. *laughs* Why would you call Lajh that?

Tinsley: *looks at Timothy in disbelief* Because he IS!

Lajh: thanks, Tins...

Tinsley: besides, he called me a crazy half-blind mongrel!

Lajh: Yeah, but that's actually true... *to Timothy* oh, nothing yet? I'm sorry. I'm sure he'll pop up.

Tinsley: like a crocodile from a lake...X)

Lajh: uh...no.

Timothy: *looks confused* No he's not. He told me he didn't believe in just one God...

Tinsley: one of the reasons: He believes in a zillion gods. :p

Lajh:..unlike some people, who don't believe in any, Tinsley.

Timothy: But that's what a Cretin is... Someone who believes in my God.

Trevelian: *watches Timothy with a furrowed brow* We seem to be from the same world, boy, though I can't say that we've met.

Timothy: I don't think so, sir... I'm Timothy.

Trevelian: Trevelian Scalestride, a pleasure and an honor.

Tinsley: X) no, dear, a cretin is a extremely stupid person. I think you mean a Christian.

Lajh:....how do you know what that is?

Tinsley:I live in Abigail's brain too.

Timothy: Their meaning is the same. It's like saying thingamabob or thingamajig...

Trevelian: Not my choice of words, but he is correct.

Mordir: She's done nothing to me yet, but I'm apparently lined up for something called a dentist?...



Tynx: I can hunt leaves! How d'you do it?!

Mordir: *To Abigail* Not a problem, lass. *To Timothy* I think we have. You are... the disowned prince, aye?

Tynx: Way to make him feel good about himself, idiot.

Chayn: *Nudges Timothy's shoulder* Hello, little one.

Tynx: You two scare people. Chayn gets in everyone's faces, and Mordir just acts all moody and creepy except with Abigail

Mordir: What!!!! I do not!!!

Me: my dentist is nice. ... aww, you're sweet. *to Tynx* hey, don't be jealous that he's nice to me! *takes station in corner, armed with sketchbook and mechanical pencil* *begins drawing Mordir* X)

Tinsley: *to Trevelain* I don't remember you being part of this conversation... *sits on her insteps so she's about Timothy's height**to Timothy* listen, love, do stop arguing with me before I get cross, all right? there's a good boy. *to Tynx* hunting leaves? It's one of my favorite things to do. Elusive buggers, sometimes, though...you hunt them also?

Lajh: okay, so that's Tynx and Chayn. *apparently to Timothy, though could be taken as taking to himself*

Alastair: Hello, Chayn! Hello, Tynx! Hello, Mordir! good to see you all again!

Timothy: *to Mordir* Um... I don't think I am... I never had a family.

Trevelian: It had been implied that these conversations were for the general public. Would you prefer to be left alone next time you take personal offense to a misunderstanding of cultural linguistics?

Timothy: You're the one calling people mean names that aren't really mean names...

Tinsley: *in a voice suspiciously similar to a hissy fit* Stop defying my nonsense with your logic! I won't stand for it!

Lajh: well, you must have had a family. You just never met them. I mean, you have a brother,

Timothy: *nods* That's true.

Mine wants to remove my wisdom teeth. Kind of. We don't know what those teeth will do yet.

Mordir: So she's making me endure a dentist trip too.

Oh stop it.

Mordir: *Watches Abigail* Um... should be doing something?

Tynx: Pfth, I'm not jealous. I'd rather not fraternize with a criminal.

Chayn: *Snorts* What's gotten into you?

Mordir: *Smirks* Jealousy.

Tynx: Nuh-uh!!! *Turns away with a huff and looks at Tinsley* I don't think so. I like chasing leaves when they fall off the trees. Is hunting them different?

Chayn: *Touches Alace's head* Hello again, little one.

Mordir: *To Timothy* Oh. My apologies. I may be thinking of someone else...

Tynx: Duh.

*Pushes Lillian into the room* Meet my MC, y'all! This is Lillian, but she goes by Lilly too.

Lillian: Hello! *Spots Mordir* I know you. *Eyes Chayn* I'm vaguely aware of you from Aris's book planning. But I don't know the fox.

Tynx: *Looks slightly miffed* I'm not in your story.

Mordir: *Nods somewhat stiffly to Lillian* Miss.

Lillian: *Shifts uncomfortably* Hi.

Chayn: How do you humans say it.... awkward...

Me: *forgot Chayn had said hello to Timothy*

Timothy: *to Chayn* Hi. *to Lillian* Hey, you look like you're from Earth-side. I'm Timothy.

Me: Aww, you poor dears...hmm? No, no, you're ok.

Tinsley: hunting leaves is when you scour forest floors looking for herbs to help a certain someone to not die...*very UN surreptitiously whacks Alastair*

Alastair: *grins at Chayn* I guess to you I'm still little, but I've grown a bit, no?

Breindel: Greetings, Lillian. It's good to meet you.

Lajh: hi Lilly!

*The Simperer walks in and stands "at ease" near the door*

Lajh: speaking of awkward...xD

Me: now, sir, remember that you've got a back- story and a fractall...so...try and act like you're supposed to? Pleeeese?

Simperer: *makes a face somewhere between a smirk and a simper* yes ma'am.

Alastair: so...Trevelain...now that I have my motor skills back (grins at me) can I draw you?

Trevelian: *narrows his eyes at Simperer for an perceivable second* *turns to Alastair* ...I suppose.

Timothy: *flops on the ground and runs his hand through his gold hair*

Me: So I may have forgotten to tell everyone something about you...

Timothy: What's that? *lets his purple, leathery wings drape over his shoulders like a cloak*

Me: Oh, nothing... You just keep having fun.

Timothy: Okay.

XD I was curious about that...

Tinsley: Oooh, they're prettyyyyyyy....

Simperer: *nods in mock pleasantness to Trevelian* *glance s at Timothy* You don't seem to be the winged boy I remember...salutations. *nods at him also*

Alastair: thanks. *sits down and begins sketching Trevelian* ...your hair is hard...

Trevelian: What is your medium?

Timothy: *grins at Tinsley* Thanks. *to Simperer* Hi. You have winged people where you're from?

Alastair: I like to use inks. But I start with this pencil, *holds up his "pencil"* so I don't ruin anything. Do you draw? *smiles pleasantly, though his keen brown eyes are still obviously marking how to draw Trevelain's hair*

Simperer: *to Timothy* Through travel I have seen several, but I have only met one...a very outlandish character. My lord hired her to perform such-and-such a task...but I digress. The last time I was here there was one of you shifter-types.

Trevelian: I do not. There was always much to be done out of doors. I learned writing fairly well after some time, but was never given to artistic pursuits.

Timothy: I'm not a shifter. I just have wings. Well, I suppose I shifted once, but I can't again. I guess it was some sort of cross-dimensional bio-mutation that did a cell repurposing thing... I guess it must happen in Lor-Amar a lot. What sort of wings did your friend have?

Alastair: oh, I see. *begins drawing again* I learned to write when I was little. It's--dang it...*erases a line* *draws again almost the exact same line*...there. Um..., where was I?

Simperer: ...? *stares at Timothy blankly for a moment* ...a...what? ... Hmm? Oh, her, yes. No, she was not my friend. She was a mercenary, actually; she wasn't even one of my lord's soldiers. Her wings looked the same texture as yours, only ruddy. My lord hired her for reasons that escape my comprehension. *winces for a fleeting second, then rubs his temple* not that I am antagonizing his motivations, of course...

Timothy: I know, weird words. That's just the stuff the researchers said would make something happen. They just didn't know it would be wings. *cocks head* Headache?

Simperer: indeed? So you have not always had those other appendages? Ah..., yes. A headache. It's almost gone now...

Timothy: Nope, I was pretty normal for a while.