prologue ♔ now my hands are overfull of things i'd like to give

[ironsides]

WHO || Dovan Ironsides, Andrea Anderson [Closed]
WHAT || Tavern shenanigans
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || Wed, Feb 8th
HOW || Actionspam

[Sometimes a dwarf needed the kind of good solid dwarven ale that they only served at a real Shadowkind bar, no matter how much the Knights tried to keep the good stuff on tap. Tonight is one of those nights, congratulating himself on the completion of a mission well done, and Dovan's taken himself out to the big city, to a little tucked away tavern that he considers a less-than-guilty pleasure. Guilt and drinking didn't really go hand in hand for his kind, after all.

Usually the place is rowdy and raucous at almost all hours, but tonight's something else entirely. The whole place is mid-song, cheering and pounding glasses on tables as they seem to all be craning their necks to try and see something going on closer to the bar itself. No one even really notices him enter and so his boistrous "MY LADS!" upon arrival is entirely ignored. He casts a curious eye over that way, waddling his way forward to try and see through gaps between bodies]

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[ironsides]

[He seems to think of where he can find an example before realizing something, and digging out... his Knights' fancy cell phone] Er, take this for instance! [He slides it over] Try touching the top bit there.

[piratitude]

[Andrea picks up the phone with a curious frown on her face and delicately presses a fingertip to it]

[ironsides]

[The screen comes to life with the time and all those apps and bright colors o___o ]

I can talk to people all off in another country through that little box! Amazing, innit?

[piratitude]

[Shiiiiiiiiiny]

Most of the wizards I've ever met would be shittin' themselves in envy, I bet.

[ironsides]

Some of the wizards around here have found ways to actually travel through these darn things. Dunno how they worked that one out, but magic was never me strong point.

[piratitude]

Mine either, but in my experience wizards find ways to most things if you let 'em. Not that I can complain, seeing as how they make me better at my job.

[ironsides]

An' what kind of job might that be?

[piratitude]

Well, I was privateer for awhile, but after I got my own berth I started with ah...I guess you could call it 'magical antiquities recovery' [She smirked]

[ironsides]

[He gives a hearty laugh at that] Well, if that isn't a new way of saying it!

[piratitude]

Sounds good on the tongue, right? And not as reputable as 'arifact hunting'. Well, not that reputable is really a concern. [She shrugs, smiling]

[ironsides]

Going to have to start from scratch here, though. No ship lyin' in wait.

[piratitude]

[She glances at the door] Yeah. Kinda figured. You, uh, wouldn't know where a girl can get work around here, would you?

[ironsides]

Lotsa places willing to help a Shadow Worlder find a place. I could direct ye to any of 'em.

[He considers her for a moment, before adding, gesturing with his mug] 'Less you're looking for somethin' a little more outta the ordinary: high adventure, that kinda thing. In which case, I might be able to help ye out too!

[piratitude]

[She raises a brow and leans forward, her hands clasped around her mug on the table] I'm listenin'.

[ironsides]

Can't say too much here. [He leans forward as well, the tips of his beard soaking into his mug as he does so] Group I'm with is secret from most people. But we help those of us like you and I, from the other world, keep outta trouble in this one. And protect these people from things they've never seen an' dealt with before.

[piratitude]

[Sounded like most commoners to her, but maybe there was a special kind of naivete in this world] Sounds like something I could get behind...if you feel like tellin' me more, that is...

[ironsides]

I could do ye better than that! I can show ye.

[piratitude]

[Andrea raises her brows, but smiles] Sounds like a plan.

[ironsides]

Well what are we waitin' around with this ugly lot fer, then? Let's go. [ He slaps his hand on the table, then... finishes draining his beer, before hopping down off his stool. ]