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- akashi kaoru,
- akiko yosano,
- akira kurusu,
- aqua (kingdom hearts),
- arsene lupin,
- cairngorm,
- caramia,
- clark kent,
- damian wayne,
- dave strider,
- dextera,
- dirk strider,
- eliot durant,
- elizabeth,
- gaku yaotome,
- gandharva,
- ginko,
- goro akechi,
- guren ichinose,
- haru okumura,
- honebami toushirou,
- ignis scientia,
- izuku midoriya,
- john egbert,
- jonathan kent,
- joshua bright,
- josuke higashikata,
- kairi,
- kamui,
- kei nanjo,
- keigo asano,
- koriel xiii,
- kyrie,
- maribelle,
- maya amano,
- michael mell,
- mikleo,
- minato arisato,
- misaki yata,
- mutsunokami yoshiyuki,
- ochako uraraka,
- okuni kumou,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- percy jackson,
- phoenix,
- prompto argentum,
- riku,
- riku nanase,
- rin okumura,
- ryo asuka,
- saruhiko fushimi,
- selina kyle,
- shiho sannomiya,
- sora,
- sorey,
- summer moran,
- tenn kujo,
- tonbokiri,
- zelda
Event Eight.
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The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there. No more from the cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. | |
Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's
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The place where my hometown used to be. [He is...really unused to talking about this. For the last 14 years of his life talking about it had been unnecessary because people took one look at his hair and eye colours, and Iskender at his shoulder and they knew.]
Unfortunately, there was nothing of use there to bring back.
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He glances at the hole by his feet, then he looks up at Mahmut again.] But not anymore, I'm guess. Your hometown.
What was it like before?
Damian is a good child.
[No, it isn't and he shakes his head to confirm it.
But...that is not a question he gets asked ever. His expression is pained before he manages something a little closer to neutral because the last impression he has of his hometown was fire and blood and corpses, and now that he has a chance to describe it, to actually control the narrative he finds that that is not what he wants it to be remembered for. But he had been five and trying to pull on any memory before that was a bit...
Well, he can do facts, at least. Those are things he knows.]
It was a small town near the border of the Turkieye Stratocracy. I don't know if my ancestors settled there because they were falconers and it was a place where golden eagles nested during the summer or we became falconers because they were there. Regardless, everyone knew their way around these birds. Children learned the skills by observing the adults. [And his eyes flickered briefly towards the sky where Iskender is probably...but who can even see with the trees in the way?]
I think....I remember falling asleep on my mother's lap while she worked on turning wool into yarn during shearing season.
he is!!
The memories are bittersweet, and Damian frowns in understanding of it. Turkieye, of course... Turkey, and that reminds him of the Middle East, something he's particularly fond of being half himself. The things Mahmut had been wearing in the well.] Like the Ottomans. [He assumes Mahmut's world might be an alternate form of his own world, kind of like Elizabeth's.] It sounds nice.
I want to show you something, if you're not too busy hunting.
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Ottomans?
[He hadn't quite gotten the memo for alternate worlds yet, but there's a look of understanding like, ah, maybe that was a name that came about later? He seems more interested than confused at any rate.]
I can get back to it later. [If he had already hunted something then he'd need to head back with it to start curing it but he hadn't even gotten started yet, really. He looked to the side to his horse.] Should I leave her behind? [...the forest isn't exactly safe though...]
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[His eyes settle on the horse, and the barest hints of amusement comes to his face. He loves animals!! The horse is beautiful.] No, you can bring her. [Not wanting to be rude, he walks over to offer his palm for a sniff or a nibble, feels bad about not having any treats, but gives her a firm stroke or two on the neck and shoulder.] What's her name?
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[Because he had to know. The horse, at least, isn't as alarmed as Mahmut and calmly sniffs the offered hand and allows herself to be pet.]
She doesn't have one. [Animal casualties are just as often, if not more often than human ones.]
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The Turkish Empire ruled most of the inner Mediterranean areas at its peak. Some of Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, the Ukraine, Greece, Egypt to Algeria, Syria, Saudia Arabia. It was decently expansive.
We follow the Gregorian calendar. It was a replacement for the Julian calendar. [WAIT, HOLD UP. EXCUSE HIM. Mahmut can be shocked about the Turkish Empire all he wants, but how can this horse not have a name? Damian is appalled. Absolutely appalled. It shows on his face.]
What? She needs a name just like you and I need a name. Even horses deserve names.
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[If Zaganos Pasha is assassinated after the invasion of the Balt-Reim Empire is complete know that it will be because of this conversation. Because he doesn't recognize most of those names but 'decently expansive' sounded like it meant a lot of people die.]
The Gregorian calendar again... [That's the same one Elizabeth used. At least now he can give a reference for his time frame.
He wanted to ask who used the Julian calendar but. Ah...he had the distinct look of someone who realizes what they are about to say is not going to be well-received. But he says it anyway because he believes in the importance of honesty.]
She's a warhorse. [As if that explained everything. But he turned to look at the horse and it occurs to him that this is probably the longest he'd spent with the same horse barring the time he spent travelling to secure the support of the other kingdoms in West Rumeliana for the Anti-Imperial Alliance.
He should not get attached, but...] I am not very good at coming up with names.
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Being a warhorse is even more of a reason to have a name. If she's with you in battle, or even for you in battle, she should be honored with a name instead of simply being "a horse." Just like soldiers--they all have names regardless of being soldiers.
[His eyes return to said horse. He offers her some more rubbing along the neck and shoulder.] Vahide. [Her shoulder gets a pat, and then he glances back to Mahmut for opinion.]
There's only one like her.
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[Tell that to the guy being assassinated.]
...you are right. Though they may be animals, they are also living, the same as any other soldier in our armies.
[For all the importance of horses to their culture, this wasn't a thought he'd ever entertained. It seemed so...sentimental and he couldn't afford to be on the battlefield.
But he couldn't deny that Damian had a point. If he thought of warhorses, not as tools but as something closer to a soldier, then of course they deserved a name.
If Mahmut were the sort to worry about these things, he may have wondered if being here, in a place so strange and yet so removed from any kind of war or conflict was making him soft.
But he found himself smiling.]
Vahide is a good name. It suits her. [Because she is, indeed, unique.] I didn't realize anyone knew Turkish here.
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[The horse gets an appraising look. He's glad she has a name at least.] This way. [He'll let Mahmut lead her, obviously. The eagle is fine to follow after them, too, but Damian isn't aware of its presence yet despite speculation.]