video • id: legionare

[legionare]

[ max isn’t big on typing — the device feels fragile and small in his hands and hitting the right places is an exercise in frustration, really — but the voice and video functions are similar enough to some of the things that can be achieved by furycrafting that they seem almost familiar. so here he is on the network, still in full uniform, looking very much like a roman soldier straight out of a history book, for those who have romans in their history books. (to those who know clark kent, he might also look like a younger version of clark pretending to be a roman.) ]

Can’t say I really understand what furycrafting’s gotten me here and I do have to get back, but while I’m here —

[ his posture and expression might have been professional until now, fit for a legionare, but here he grins, something rakish and wide. ] Where’s the nearest bar? Any recommendations for food or drink?

[ a moment later, he sobers again. in more quiet tones, he adds: ] Calderon, if you’re here as well, come find me.

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[yorkist]

( God bless inter-dimensional travel. )

For me as well! I had thought I would spend this day alone. ( Not the case anymore, and she's grinning back at him. ) Very well! I will be there shortly.

( Really, all she needs to do is grab the closest thing to a cloak she can find and her change purse. In about ten minutes, she's outside, and walking toward him. She halts some three feet from him and offers a hand, still smiling. )

My name is Elizabeth. Well-met, sir.

[legionare]

[ max is still, as he was in the video, dressed in full armor, all leather and metal, a short sword strapped to one hip and a long one to the other. he has, at least, left the shield on the bed they've given him. she offers a hand and max takes it, leaning in to press a kiss to it because she looks lovely and her dress a little closer to what he's used to than anything he's seen before, because it's how you greet a beautiful woman in his book. ]

Maximus, but call me Max. And I couldn't let a beautiful lady like you spend the day alone, now, could I?

[ another one of those grins, and only then does he let go of her hand. ] Shall we?

[yorkist]

( In person, the armour is quite impressive. Like witnessing someone step out of the past, which must be how many feel when they gaze upon her. Aside from Jon Snow, his attire is also the closest to that which is familiar to her. It renders her more at ease as he takes her hand, more readily able to flash a smile when he kisses it. His manners are fine, and she marks that, too. )

As you say, Max. I stand most grateful to have been rescued from boredom. You are a gallant for true.

( This man is charming, but she knows that smile could mean trouble; which is just a bit thrilling. ) Indeed.

( Elizabeth sets off toward the business district, keeping the pace companionable and slow so they might speak more. )

Which realm do you call home?

[legionare]

Just doing my duty as a legionare, m'lady.

[ his smile only means trouble if she's looking for a husband rather than one or several nights of great pleasure. it is, at least, an honest smile: it announces its wearer's intentions right off the bat. ]

Alera. Do you know it?

[yorkist]

Is that a soldier's title, my lord—or does it hold a different meaning altogether?

( It is honest, which is something she can appreciate more than she would admit (which is not at all, at present.) Simply because so many she has known have been false. After a moment, she returns the smile, though her own is one of gentle amusement for the time being. )

I fear not! Would you grant me the pleasure of rectifying that matter?

[legionare]

A soldier's. And if you call me lord, I'll end up thinking you're talking to someone else. [ his father, maybe. his half-brother. not him, though. max holds no title. max isn't even a citizen. he's the illegitimate son of a high lord, but that doesn't mean anything other than that he's a bastard.

but he still says it with a grin and a wink, lest she feel that he's rebuking her. ]

I'm not sure where I'd start. It's just a normal place to me and this is the weird one.

[yorkist]

Ah, please forgive me, then! Formality is as a bad habit here for me, it seems. ( Whether he be legitimate or not bears no weight upon just how comely she finds him to be. (Very.)

With good-humour, she allows her smile to grow warmer, even when her grip slips upon his arm so that she ends up holding his wrist, instead. )

There, we can most definitely agree. This place is far more advanced compared to what I am accustomed to.

( Meeting his eyes, she continues to smile. ) It is a good change of scenery.