[ After the whirlwind introduction, Arthur had incrementally grown accustomed to his surroundings. It was still in the realm of weird as hell, but he'd rolled his totem and reality stared him in the face. Not a dream.
Too bad, he'd wanted to make fun of Ariadne wearing heeled shoes and stockings.
Instead, he was ducking from tent to tent, avoiding the weary drizzle in order to keep his satchel of gunpowder as dry as possible. These conditions were absolute misery to wage firearm warfare in, especially with such early technology. But, there was no changing it. And with everything, he rolled with the punches, took notes, researched until his eyes crossed, and got on with it.
He's halfway through mentally and obsessively reviewing everything he could remember about this period in history when someone cuts straight through his thoughts. Glancing up sharply, he spots a lean-faced blonde kid with a smart mouth.
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Too bad, he'd wanted to make fun of Ariadne wearing heeled shoes and stockings.
Instead, he was ducking from tent to tent, avoiding the weary drizzle in order to keep his satchel of gunpowder as dry as possible. These conditions were absolute misery to wage firearm warfare in, especially with such early technology. But, there was no changing it. And with everything, he rolled with the punches, took notes, researched until his eyes crossed, and got on with it.
He's halfway through mentally and obsessively reviewing everything he could remember about this period in history when someone cuts straight through his thoughts. Glancing up sharply, he spots a lean-faced blonde kid with a smart mouth.
On dark brow raises slowly, as if unimpressed. ]
You don't talk to people very often, do you?