Scene #426: Flying Knight Social

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Sumia	Late night out in the Skygardens, the stables are lit up with the overhead lights and a lone armored woman is in one of the stalls with a large horse and a lance leaning up against one of the walls. The woman has a brush in her hand, slowly stroking it over the horse as the beast flares its wings slowly, making a content sounding whinny. "I knew you'd like it here, they treat you very well don't they? So nice of them to let me use this stall for you, I'm still sorry that you had to get burned, I couldn't maneuver you away in time." Sumia looks down towards the flank, its healed up nicely, though one splotch of fur is still missing. "What they use here is amazing. Maybe Chrom and the others could use some of these.."
Michael Knight	"I hear they've got a stable here for all the magical animals." Pause. The man keeps walking, but is silent for a moment. "I can't believe I said that. Can you believe it?" He speaks into his wrist, or rather, a watch wrapped around it. A bright smile is on Michael Knight's face as he approaches the stable. "I do hate to be a spoilsport, but Devon's been trying to contact you for a few days now, Michael," replies a more calm, measured, and very possibly annoyed voice. "Frankly I don't see what all the fuss is about. You've seen one horse, you've seen every smelly dung factory." "Careful, KITT. You're not too big for one of these stables." He stops, having arrived at the stables, and takes a moment to poke around.
Sumia	The voice catches Sumia's attention, her hand still brushing over the pegasus' torso. She gives Michael a curious look, listening to him and watching him talk into his wrist. The interaction between him and his wrist makes her cant her head in confusion. She pats the pegasus' shoulder and slowly makes her way out of the stall and out of the stables, the clinking of armor echoes through the stables. "I heard a pair of voices this way and I see only one person." the knight looks around curiously before looking back at Michael, "And what's this about smelly dung factory?" the question is laced with a hint of bother, looking back towards the beast in the stable and back towards Michael. "I hope that was not in reference to my pegasus."
Michael Knight	There's another person here! Michael offers Sumia a disarming smile, grey eyes attempting to meet hers in the darkness. He places a hand on his hip and waves the other dismissively. "Oh, I was talking to my, uh..." Car. "A friend of mine. He doesn't like horses. Or motorcycles, or rock music, or fun." "I like fun," contributes the voice. "It's not my fault you always go places I can't fit." "KITT, don't you have something to do right now?" "Oh, I see how it is. I'll just sit here." Pause. "In the garage." Another pause. "Alone." Michael flips a switch on his watch.
Sumia	Sumia tilts her head again, "A friend? But there's no one here." then the voice again, she stares at the watch curiously. "Your friend is your wrist ornament?" she gives another tilt of her head, in the opposite direction and leans in "Hello there." She leans back and hmms, "If he's a watch, why does he say he cannot fit in places you go?" Sumia shakes her head some, returning the offered wave, "Forgive me for not introducing myself, I'm Sumia, a pegasus knight. And you are?" she leaves the question open for answer, giving a smile towards Michael.
Michael Knight	Michael Knight says, "Hi, Sumia. Funny you should mention being a knight, because my name's Michael Knight. And I'm... kind of one myself." He relaxes a bit, slips his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall of the nearby stable. "My friend's name is KITT, short for Knight Industries Two Thousand. He's not the watch, he just talks to me through it.""
Sumia	Sumia nods a bit, giving a smile, "A pleasure then, Mister Knight." a pause, "It is a bit awkward to say that instead of Sir Knight." another pause "You are a knight? Where is your armor then or does this KITT person provide that when you're going out?" She turns towards the stall her mount is in, "That's my pegasus, she and I grew up together and we ride as one when we're needed. Say hello, please!" The pegasus looks up and gives a light snort, it might be a greeting...
Aren Cordelaine	Despite the rather late hour, Aren was always hard at work. This was clear, as he had bags under his eyes showing his tiredness. But what he was doing at this point was actually looking over all the strange and wonderful creatures in the stables. So many odd creatures, that definitely did not exist on Ramar, whose transportation methods was not really any better than horses, with very few exceptions. The blonde man, dressed in the rather poor looking clothes he was used to, could be heard with his steps and the tapping of his staff, which looked and provided condensation like a long stick of nevermelting ice despite him holding it with no problems. @emit Despite the rather late hour, Aren was always hard at work. This was clear, as he had bags under his eyes showing his tiredness. But what he was doing at this point was actually looking over all the strange and wonderful creatures in the stables. So many odd creatures, that definitely did not exist on Ramar, whose transportation methods was not really any better than horses, with very few exceptions. The blonde man, dressed in the rather poor looking clothes he was used to, could be heard with his steps and the tapping of his staff, which looked and provided condensation like a long stick of nevermelting ice despite him holding it with no problems. %Coming upon the two, he raised his head, and looked towards them. "Oh! ... Hello. Sorry, am I interrupting anything?"oming upon the two, he raised his head, and looked towards them. "Oh! ... Hello. Sorry, am I interrupting anything?"
Aren Cordelaine	Despite the rather late hour, Aren was always hard at work. This was clear, as he had bags under his eyes showing his tiredness. But what he was doing at this point was actually looking over all the strange and wonderful creatures in the stables. So many odd creatures, that definitely did not exist on Ramar, whose transportation methods was not really any better than horses, with very few exceptions. The blonde man, dressed in the rather poor looking clothes he was used to, could be heard with his steps and the tapping of his staff, which looked and provided condensation like a long stick of nevermelting ice despite him holding it with no problems. Coming upon the two, he raised his head, and looked towards them. "Oh! ... Hello. Sorry, am I interrupting anything?"
Michael Knight	Michael Knight says, "Hello, pegasus." Michael pushes off of the wall and leans, craning his neck. Spotting the snorting equine, he gives a small wave of his hand. He just waved to a pegasus! This multiverse thing is aces. The loner returns to his previous posture. "KITT's a thinking machine crammed into a Trans-Am. So, I guess he's my steed, but I wouldn't say that around him." He chuckles, then upon hearing Aren, he perks up, curly hair waving slightly as he does. "Nah, you're not interrupting anything." He runs a hand through his hair."
Sumia	A nod comes from the pegasus and the pegasus knight, "Trans-Am? I see, interesting name for your mount." she nods, "AT least he's a reliable one right? Well taken care of and gets you and a passenger where you need to go safely and quickly." She takes a lean back and slips on something, falling backwards upon her rear. "IItch! She shakes her head a bit, before scooting up to lean up against the stable's walls, the new voice coming into sound and her head moving towards it. "No, you are not interrupting, we are just having idle chatter. You are welcome to join."
Aren Cordelaine	Aren nodded a little and was about to give a smile when Sumia slipped and fell. Blinking, he walked slowly towards her, holding his hand out. It was the least he could do, of course! "Thank you... I believe I recognize both your voices from the radio. Uh. I'm Aren?" He offers tentatively.
Michael Knight	Damn! Beaten to the punch. Michael sighs through his nose. "Yeah," he says to Aren. "I'm Michael Knight, and this is Sumia." Brief pause, then with a smirk, he jerks his thumb backwards. "And that's her pegasus." "You okay, Sumia? You went down like a linebacker was after you."
Sumia	Sumia reaches for the offered hand, grabbing onto it. "What's a linebacker? Is it some sort of beast?" she questions towards Michael with an odd look on her face, what be this linebacker he speaks of... She shakes the thought from her head and lifts herself up off the ground with Aren's help. "As he said, I'm Sumia and that's my mount, a pleasure to meet you Aren." a pause, "And thanks for helping me up." Sumia dusts herself off, brushing off the hay and dirt off her skirt and boots. "Don't mind me... I do that often..." she turns away a moment, "I just... trip." she turns back and nods, "I might have heard you on that magic box in my quarters, what did you call it?"
Aren Cordelaine	And he pulls her up. He's not the strongest, but he manages. "I was going to ask the same question. About the linebacker, I mean. Sounds like some sort of fearsome creature." He is currently imagining some sort of gigantic bull-like creature, charging and bowling over people with its massive horns and bad temper. Really, was he that far off? "A radio... I think that's what the recruiter called it when he gave me one." A pause. "Er. I hope you'll be okay."
Michael Knight	Michael Knight can't resist. He really and truly can't. So, he puts on his most grave expression, and starts some serious leg pulling. "A beast? Absolutely. Only the legendary defensive tackle is more fierce. All those traveling to the Green Bay do so in fear of Nitschke, trouncer of all who would touch the sacred pigskin." "But, anyway, that's a story for another time." And the mythic paint's wearing thin. He offers Aren his hand for a handshake--that's at least one cultural norm that he's found to be almost universal. "Uh, hail and well met, Aren."
Sumia	Sumia nods a bit at Aren before her attention is stolen by the grave expression being shown. "Defensive... tackle. I should warn Chrom then so we can stay away from the area. This 'Green Bay' might not be so green as its namesake then." she pulls her hands to her chest, cupping one hand over the other and placing it center. "This pigskin must be a powerful artifact if such legendary beast is guarding it." "I don't think lance or tome or sword would stop such if its as feirce as you are saying. Perhaps I can inquire about it later then, when you are ready." Sumia nods a bit, "Let's just hope the being cannot fly..."
Aren Cordelaine	Aren just nods at Sumia as what she's saying. "Definitely sounds scary. Although you'd be surprised. There was a fearsome beast in the loveliest of forests back home." He ponders. "But it all seems very impressive, mister Knight." He said with a rather grave tone. "I hope you and yours can be fine with this terrifying beast on the loose." He says, worry clear in his tone.
Michael Knight	Michael Knight 's caught a bit off-guard. "Huh?" Beat. "Oh, sure." He waves a hand dismissively, in so doing perhaps eroding some of the flowery Bronze Age veneer. Not entirely unaware of this, he chuckles. "So, Aren. What's the deal with that staff of yours? Is it magic?" Try as he might to feign a casual air by leaning against the wall, Knight is clearly interested in the artifact.
Aren Cordelaine	Aren nodded a little as he held up the staff. The condensation was visible, leaving a slight blue aura around the staff even as he held it. "Oh yes, it's called a Winterstaff. This was given to me by a cold mage after I helped him with something." He doesn't really go into details. "It is imbued with magic, and it holds a spell where if you hold it and thrust it, it releases a spell. In this case, a blast of cold... Of course." He demonstrates by holding it like a spear, then back to his side.
Michael Knight	Michael Knight blinks. That's really cool. No pun intended. "Of course," he says with a smirk. "Pardon my smarminess. I come from a world where there's no magic. It's quite a shock to see people throwing it around like nothing." Fun is the word he means to use--seeing things like that, talking to these people, these beings right from the pages of the old fairy tales, rekindles his imagination.
Aren Cordelaine	Aren blinked a little. "Really? Must be hard to fight those fearsome linebackers without magic. Er. I'm sorry." He says, nodding a little. "I kind of forget that the worlds are different. Even while I'm seeing creatures that don't exist in my world." He looks towards Sumia's pegasus for an example.
Michael Knight	Michael Knight says, "Ha. Hey, listen, I was just pulling your leg with all of that linebacker stuff. It's just a game called football. We used to make them out of pigskin, see." He folds his arms. "I figure I oughta tell you that before someone takes you to a game.""
Aren Cordelaine	Aren blinks a little as he thinks about that. "... Oh." He looks a bit confused. "A game, huh? And... balls made of pigskin? I guess that makes sense." After all balls were -still- being made of pigskin in his time. "I feel kind of silly now. I know so little about the different worlds. But well, that's what we're here for, I guess."
Michael Knight	Michael Knight says, "Sure it is. Tell you what? Maybe I'll buy you a drink in my world sometime. We can catch a game on TV and I'll show you what it's all about." He makes a sort of 'lay of the land' gesture with one hand, looking into the distance for a moment before facing Aren again. "Stanford at Cal's coming up--Stanford's got it in the bag if you ask me.""
Aren Cordelaine	Aren smiles towards Michael, looking honestly a bit helpless and confused. "I guess that would be good... I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later." He says, sounding a bit helpless and shrugging a little.
Michael Knight	Michael Knight says, "Honestly? I'm excited. This multiverse thing gave me a new lease on life, right after something else gave me one. Seems like there aren't enough hours in the day for me to get all my exploring in, and there's no shortage of work.""
Sumia	Sumia is listening to the two, the staff did take interest for her as well. "Where I come from, if you saw a staff you were looking at a cleric. A healer. It's interesting to see a staff used for attack purposes. Tomes were the ones we use." a look is shot towards Michael, a frown upon her face. "You mean you were making a untrue statement towards us? That's not a knightly behavior." Sumia's pegasus makes a whinny that catches the knight's attention, "Ah, forgive me but she's demanding I come finish the care I started upon her. If you shall grant me leave?"
Aren Cordelaine	Aren blinked, and looked rather awkward. "It's okay, it's not... Er. I'm not your superior... Er. Do what you have to, miss Sumia. It's been a pleasure." He says, nodding a little and looking towards the pegasus with obvious interest in his eyes. He'll ask another time, he figures!
Michael Knight	Michael Knight says, "Hey, they were all true from a certain point of view." Those weren't lies, they were... truth enhancers! "Anyway, I guess I should probably get back to work too. Nice meeting you two.""