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agogelogs2018-04-04 08:43 pm
northerndragon) wrote in agogelogs2018-04-04 08:43 pm
[OPEN] The Glass Spider Had Blue Eyes Almost Like A Human's
WHO? Jon Snow, Ghost, and... maybe you?
WHAT? Spider-time Training, Fish Exploration, Direwolf Meet and Greets, Birch Story Grind Sessions, etc.
WHEN? Backdated into late March and forward-dated up to the launch of the Jhashch Mission in mid-April.
ANYTHING ELSE? This network post. Also, everything is OTA whether or not I marked it OTA, unless it's very specifically marked closed.
WHAT? Spider-time Training, Fish Exploration, Direwolf Meet and Greets, Birch Story Grind Sessions, etc.
WHEN? Backdated into late March and forward-dated up to the launch of the Jhashch Mission in mid-April.
ANYTHING ELSE? This network post. Also, everything is OTA whether or not I marked it OTA, unless it's very specifically marked closed.
[For those who haven't met him: Jon is of middling height, slender and well-muscled, with longish, curling black hair and warm dark eyes, sometimes lively and sometimes sad. He speaks with a broad and pronounced Northern accent, which in real-world terms sounds like an English accent from Yorkshire or thereabouts.]
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Ryo doesn't so much frown as the corners of his mouth dip, eyes narrowing in some recognition of the man's outfit and what it is he says. He doesn't seem to be fucking with him. If he were anywhere else but here, he would have assumed him to be some kind of entirely too committed medieval cosplayer, but if his time here has taught him anything, it was that this was to be expected. So, sure, so be it.
"Rings of Hell," he says, after a moment. He takes the cigarette from his lips, ashes the tip with an absent flick of his wrist. The embers glow, but he's attentive to them to make certain they do not burn the ground beneath him. "I'd ask if you were familiar with Dante's Inferno, but he's probably before your time period."
Considering how he's armed as well, Ryo's almost positive of it. It isn't to say he's ill-equipped either, but it is hard to tell how much he carries with him. Beneath his trench coat, loose as it is, is a gun or two he's made off with. Unlike Jon, it is with these that he is extremely comfortable. Ryo, despite having little patience overall outside his one exception, seems to have enough to explain today. He rests his free hand against the curvature of the bike's seat, leans a little against it. "They're not checking for anything. That's what they call themselves. They're a band that formed in the 1980s."
explaining things to dedicated medieval cosplayers: the motion picture
If Westeros could one day have electricity and ways to send messages almost as quickly as thinking, that would be a boon. If they one day have the sort of guns he saw in Gallipoli, it will be much less so. The men may have been as merry as they could in the trenches, but it had still been a sort of hell in itself.
"I've never heard of him -- it may be that his world and my world are different. There aren't nine rings of Hell. I don't follow the New Gods, but for those who do, there are seven gods, or Seven Who Are One -- some say it differently -- seven heavens, seven hells.
"My people in the North worship the Old Gods, but, well..." He shrugs dismissively. "The New Gods aren't that new. You still say seven hells when something surprises you."
He takes a moment to puzzle through the rest of what he's been told. Not a war band... not even especially warlike in sound, particularly in comparison to some of the other music he's heard lately... and not a band of thieves. "A band -- a band of musicians? We have musicians where I come from, but they don't play anything that sounds like this, and they don't give themselves names.
"So they were playing this in the 1980s. That's seventy years later than anything I've heard before." He remembers the music that played in the foyer the last time they were at BASE, but without it, he might not have known that music could be captured like this at all.