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LFM [@R.Greenhilt: Video]

Good afternoon. My name is Roy Greenhilt.

[Seven words -- no, no, he doesn't have to keep himself to the word limit of a Sending spell with this strange device, even though he's given to understand its transmission functions are most analogous to that spell.]

[Don't mind that brief pause. He's just going to be here acting like he knows what he's doing.]

As many of you are no doubt aware, there are numerous exploratory missions set out to benefit the quarantine and ensure the survival of its people. I am seeking others who would be willing to join a party dedicated to routinely undertaking these missions, as well as various other freelance opportunities that may present themselves. I'm an experienced adventurer and party leader, so I'd like to put those skills to use here for the betterment of the quarantine.

I generally prefer in-person interviews but I recognize we're all a bit busy adjusting to our new circumstances, particularly after the storms that just rolled through and a recent concern about attacks on the quarantine, so I'm willing to be flexible. My own duties aren't to be put aside on a whim either! [Roy offers a grin to the camera which is a little stale, the joke lame enough that it proves he's not quite comfortable with this whole thing.]

Please get in touch with me at your earliest convenience if you're interested in joining.

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[Whoa, whoa; Roy hurriedly holds up a hand to stop her.] Oh, no -- not an audition! I mean, you're already welcome to the team. I mean more that I'd like to understand your combat skills so if we do get into a battle of some sort, I have a better idea of what you're capable of.

[She smiles a little bit.

Okay, claws in with this one.]

Maybe I should have said "demonstration?"

[It's a nicer word, anyway.]

[He'll be better once he gets more comfortable with her and understands her personality and boundaries a little better. Until then, respect is his watchword.]

That's a little more accurate. I suppose it's too much to hope that you happened to show up with your bow?

[As near as Roy can tell, people only appear with what they had on their person -- a strong argument in favor of 'never removing his sword' if he'd ever heard one.]

Nope, afraid not.

[The Order crossbows aren't really the fashion statement she wants to make in her community college class. Anyway, they're only allowed out of the compound at night.]

I have a hunting knife, but that's about it.

[Well, also some wooden stakes, but those are a dime a dozen.]

Unfortunate but not unsurprising. [He'd guessed as much, but you know what they say about assuming.]

[Also, Roy can confidently say Fatima has been going to the wrong colleges.]

Hopefully we can requisition something for you, but if we have to rely on melee combat, so be it. It gets me by, anyway.

What's your area of expertise?

[She doesn't meet a lot of non-Cainites who use the word 'melee' these days. It's enough to perk up some caution in the back of her mind. He's probably not a Cainite, but you can never be too careful.]

Single-class fighter, every level, and proud of it. [Plenty of people might look down on him for that choice, but that's all the more reason to make it work and prove its worth.]

[Uh...what?]

I'm sorry I...have no idea what that means.

Could you translate that?

I'm... a fighter? I've never multiclassed? Or taken a prestige class, for that matter.

[This is perfectly clear, as clear as he could think to make it. He's not certain where the disconnect is...]

What's this...class stuff?

[Sorry, dude. Fatima is not following your lexicon at all.

She really ought to start taking notes.]

[The answer is a while in coming, because Roy has to parse this question something fierce.]

[Is she not in on the whole 'very loose relationship with the fourth wall' thing?]

Uh. Profession? Area of expertise? You know, like cleric, wizard, bard, sorcerer, warlock... aristocrat?

So...you only have one profession?

[Her head is starting to hurt...]

That's...not normal?

Well, that's not necessarily the best way to think of it, but by all rights my profession IS adventuring. I've been doing it for years now -- as was my intention from a very young age.

Adventuring.

That makes one hell of a business card.

I'm starting to get the impression it's somewhat more common on my world than yours.

[Which is funny, because she'd been in such a hurry to sign up he'd believed she knows exactly what he means by it...]

[That's a word she's started hearing a lot lately. "World." And the term "my world" or "your world." There are a lot of implications there. Ones she's not entirely comfortable with.

For now, Fatima decides to just go with it.]

Guess so. Most of the good adventuring where I came from happened a long while back.

I occasionally get the impression that most adventuring exists to clean up the messes the previous generation of adventurers made in the course of cleaning up the messages THEY found. [Certainly Roy's own party would have had a far different path to take if they hadn't gotten tangled up with the Snarl and the Gates...]

Still, if you're willing to get a proper taste of it...

[She laughs a little. He talks just like Liam, complaining about Elders and neonates and any other Cainites who aren't in the Order.

She could get along with this guy. Provided she learns to speak his language, as it were.]

Oh, I'm in.

Just don't ask me what my "class" is.

[Roy is fairly cynical. Most people in his circumstances would be. He does appreciate that it's not a dealbreaker, though.]

Well, surely you're not implying that you have no class...

[He is also capable of a joke here and there, too, though!]

Oh, that's what most of my teachers told me.

[Fatima offers him a wry smile.]

But anyone who's seen my shoes would say otherwise.

As a long-time devotee of boots, I have no grounds to judge any person by their footwear.

[Roy says this with the highest of minds, one hand lifted like he's downright vowing not to infer or imply a thing.]

Unless you go dungeon-crawling in high-heels. Then I might.

Most of the dungeons in my world kind of require six-inch heels. But I promise, any footwear I wear is footwear I can wear.

[She grins.]

A woman's weight on a single stiletto heel is equal to the pressure of an elephant, after all. You never know when that'll come in handy.

Oh yes, more than enough pressure to trigger traps and get stuck in stone crevasses and crumbled floors. [Roy's perfectly willing to play along with the good humor.] And though I'll grant I wouldn't want to be kicked by one, I'm willing to bet a triceratops charge is worse.

I more meant the kicking part.

But like I said, don't worry yourself about my footwear. I know what I'm doing.

Never meant to imply otherwise. [Still smiling, he nonetheless means that entirely.] And hey, one of our most successful dungeon crawls featured our rogue baring her midriff, and somehow that never became an issue despite all the inherent potential problems.

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