[closed]

[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 01/13 - ???
Location: all over
Characters: Bariyan and: Feferi, Seviilia, possibly more to come
Summary: catch-all for a couple logs
Warnings: N/A

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01/12: bariyan and feferi, on the thames
01/13: bariyan and seviilia, at seviilia's cave
01/15: bariyan and amaterasu, somewhere in the wild
01/16: bariyan and koltira, at koltira's cabin

Comments

[stonefaith]

I am? [ Bariyan squints. That's news to him. ] I assure you, I'd rather not see you dead -- what's wrong?

[miscreant]

If that is true, then you will stop asking questions.

[She lets her hands fall. She doesn't trust this crusader to not run off and tattle, but silencing him would just make more problems, especially now that Aristeas was back up and running.]

I do not know what you're trying to do by being here, crusader, but I do not want your company.

[stonefaith]

Now, I'm sure you didn't mean that. [ Actually, Bariyan's sure she does, but small details don't matter.

He sighs, and folds his arms over his chest, then bows his head. ]

I'd like to help you, Seviilia -- but I understand that you don't know me, and likely don't trust me. But do understand that if I can't help you, I'm obligated to point Koltira your way.

[miscreant]

[She almost snaps at the mention of Koltira, tangibly seeing it as a threat to her. In fact, there is a very tense ten seconds where she seems to be deciding how to receive his statement.]

You are absolutely correct -- I do not trust you. What sort of "help" are you advertising?

[There is skepticism in her voice.]

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan cheers up. They're getting somewhere!! (He's always been overly optimistic.) ]

Well, that depends on what the problem is! If someone's unjustly hurt you, I'd offer to hunt them down for you, bu-ut... [ His head tilts to one side. ] ...somehow, I doubt that you wouldn't have already done so yourself.

I can lend a sympathetic ear, at the very least.

you tried bariyan

[miscreant]

["Unjustly hurt you" gets a raise of her eyebrows, followed by a short scoff that escalates into a slightly cynical laugh. A victory? Maybe.]

Chivalry is alive and well, but misguided and unnecessary.

[Still, this is a good opportunity to steer the conversation away from her if he is so insistant on hovering in her space.]

You are persistent -- that is a trait I find common amongst your order.

eats his gold star in joy and excitement

[stonefaith]

[ That gets another bright perk out of Bariyan. ]

Oh, I know! It's probably one of the only things keeping us alive in the face of this cruel, heartless world.

[miscreant]

[She has no clue what to make of this man. One minute he is cheerfully optimistic, and in the next beat he recognizes that the world generally does not share his attitude.

Very different than the sort of company she usually keeps. She is used to the young and righteous crusaders, and those who let thirst for lawful retribution blind them to the world surrounding them. She considers him for a moment, shifting her weight to one foot over the other.]

Where did you come from?

[stonefaith]

Lordaeron. Before the Scourge came, of course. [ Bariyan scratches his jaw to think this over. ] I live in Stormwind now, technically.... And what about you?

[miscreant]

Really.

[She peers a bit closer at him, even squinting just a bit. The human kingdoms and their strange politics fascinated her, even in death. She doesn't answer right away, obviously lost in her own thoughts and judgements.

Or maybe just deciding how to answer.]

I prefer to wander. Much of my time spent was in the Plaguelands, and Tirisfal.

[A beat passes, like she's debating whether or not to add on the obvious follow up of her own accord.]

Until recently.

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan's confused by this scrutiny, and shows it by cocking his head to the side. But Seviilia's answer distracts him. ]

Ah! I see. [ Bariyan claps his hands together. ] And before your death?

[miscreant]

Silvermoon. Also before its fall.

[That was about the extent of her memory, so she doesn't get into specifics.]

[stonefaith]

I see. Bad times us all, back then.

I know we've our own enemies here, but honestly... I'm not sure anything I could encounter here would ever live up to the Scourge. [ He smiles, crookedly, at Seviilia, then look to her shoulder again. ] At least, I should hope not.

[miscreant]

[A sigh momentarily escapes her, though whether its related to his stare or not...]

The idea that the Scourge may join us here is not an impossible one.

[After all, from her perspective, it seemed everyone who had arrived from Azeroth arrived before Deathwing came.]

We may yet find ourselves at the Lich King's mercy once more, with hundreds of people who know not of his reign.

[stonefaith]

Oh, no. [ Bariyan shakes his head furiously and puts his hands up, as if to shield himself from Seviilia's words. ] Don't say things like that! You'll bring him down upon our heads.

[ Then Bariyan shakes himself out, smiling, obviously not much sobered by the prospect. ]

No use in dwelling in thoughts like that, I think. Better to worry about what's already here. [ He bows to Sev. ] I doubt I will get the story of your shoulder out of you, but-- I will not tell Koltira. And I will only ask you to take care of yourself.

[ Really, though... if Seviilia had hurt someone, Bariyan thinks he's got other ways of finding out. ]

[miscreant]

I would not say no, given the chance to kill him again.

[At the mention of Koltira, Bariyan earns himself a guarded glare, but nothing else.]

...I promise you, crusader. My wellbeing should be the absolute least of your concerns.

[But, he said he wasn't going to say anything, so she will leave him be.]

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan straightens with a smirk. ] I worry anyway, Lady Seviilia.

[ He takes a step back, and raises a hand. ] I'll take my leave of you, now. Remember what I've said, eh?

[miscreant]

[Seviilia gently shakes her head and shrugs one injured shoulder.]

Your grave, I suppose.

[His wave is answered with a small (but polite) incline of her head.]