| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[kaderp]

I have never been that fond of tea. Water just seemed more satisfying.

[he frowns, tilting his head a little and rotating carefully on his heels.] Which direction do you think we should go in? [he hardly has a preference. It's all new, unexplored territory, and keeping moving will keep his mind from worrying.]

[pridegoesbefore]

Tea gives water flavour. That, and the English would have nothing to do with all their bone china without it.

[Her nose wrinkles in thought.]

Whichever way involves the least clambering over rocks, I suppose. [Since nobody seems to have a suitcase with them, they're limited to the clothes they're wearing. Narcissa does not fancy ruining those beyond the scope of charms to repair.]

[kaderp]

[Kadar can't help but laugh a little. He promises he's not laughing at you... really.]

You don't like climbing on things? [Being an Assassin means you're pretty much part monkey, really. he eyes the nearest obstacles. he can climb over them without any effort, but his robes are made for it...]

[pridegoesbefore]

[Of course he isn't.]

Beneath this cloak is a pencil skirt and three-inch heels, I don't think climbing is on my agenda.

[kaderp]

A what and... what? [have his complete attention as he turns away from the obstacles and walls and looks nothing but confused.] Is that-- a European... style? [fashion is not so much a thing for him.]

[pridegoesbefore]

For ladies, yes-- its-- [Show and tell, Narcissa.] A pencil skirt and heeled shoes. [She flicks her cloak aside to display a fitted below-the-knee skirt in a cashmere so dark blue as to be nearly black, and elegant, buffed leather heels in the same colour. It's all very lovely, but--] --not designed for impromptu escapades over rocks.

[kaderp]

[Kadar can't help but flush slightly. Such a high skirt-- but she seems like such a nice lady! He averts his eyes hurriedly.]

O-- oh! [don't stammer, Kadar, that will just make her feel awkward--] I understand! It would be harder to climb in those.

[...though, he is a little curious--] Isn't it painful to simply walk in those?

[pridegoesbefore]

They're designed for looking lovely while standing and sitting and little else. [Blushing, stammering, averting his eyes-- she has stockings on, but it really ought to have occurred to her that he'd be unused to modern fashions - or modern by Pureblood standards. She'll blame her headache and let her cloak fall closed.]

Not overly painful if one is taught to walk properly in them-- and some shoes can be agony if one wears them too long.

Shall we..? [Best not to make a fuss. Narcissa has no issue with her clothing.]

[kaderp]

Oh-- yes! I will ll do all the climbing. [a little sheepishly, but he's going to dart ahead and scout a little and then bounce back. He has endless energy, all headaches aside.]

If your feet begin to hurt, tell me!

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh, I will.

[And she picks her way carefully through the rubble behind him.]

[kaderp]

[he stays mostly on the ground, this time, so he can kick aside any of the worst bits of rock and things that are in her way.]

In Masyaf, our fashions are very different from yours. [sort of idly; he's the sort to make conversation.]

[pridegoesbefore]

[Noted. She steps with more surety, though still not with anything approaching speed.]

I had gathered as much. If, as you say, we're all from different points in time, then you'll probably see all sorts of fashions you aren't-- oops-- used to.

[Hidden pebble, wobbly shoe.]

[kaderp]

Yes, I expect so! Everything in Masyaf was-- light fabrics, to cover the entire body. Modesty, and also to prevent sunburn. [a little teasingly.]

Also the ease of fabrics-- I do not think we have the materials to make things like your shoes.

[pridegoesbefore]

You're from a desert, then?

[Careful steps, careful steps. She wishes her head would stop aching and her magic would work.]

[kaderp]

Yes! Have you heard of-- Jerusalem, or Acre? Damascus? Masyaf is near there. The days are long and hot and the nights are cold, so we favor covering as much of the body as possible for practicality.

[and then, as an afterthought;] Many also do it for religion.

[pridegoesbefore]

I have, yes-- [Hrm.] You're Muslim? [Adjusting her cloak.] In eleven-ninety-one? [Because that's not a nice time to be a Muslim, really. All those crusaders...]

[kaderp]

[he shakes his head a little.] I am not, but many are. I follow no religion.

[pridegoesbefore]

Neither do I, which I daresay makes my life easier.

[She's not assuming it's the same for him.

There's a skittering sound as she toes aside a smallish rock.]

[kaderp]

I think so, as well. To act with only the knowledge of my own morality is much better compass, I feel, than to live fearing an eternity in a Heaven or Hell based on my own deeds.

[pridegoesbefore]

Answering to oneself certainly makes for simpler justification--


--I am not climbing that.

[kaderp]

[he eyes the obstacle in their path with consideration, then glances back at Narcissa.] I can help you over it, if you would like.

[pridegoesbefore]

[Doubt and a hint of derision colour her expression.]

You'd have to carry me-- no, I'll find a way around it.

[kaderp]

I can carry you. It will go quicker, I think.

[pridegoesbefore]

No, no! I'll manage!

[She craves intimacy, but it needs to be at a point where she's comfortable. Being carried by a stranger doesn't meet that criteria.]

[kaderp]

But-- are you sure? [He frowns, a little taken aback, and then he considers for a long moment.]

Would you like my boots, then? They will be too big, but-- I am used to going without, and it will not slow me down any, and they are certainly easier to climb in! [he'd offer her his robes, too, but they wouldn't actually help cover anything.]