maskormenacelogs | I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon

[ Apart from being a dancing bear at one point during the evening, Fraser had actually come as a bard, and was dressed accordingly, forgoing his RCMP issue stetson for a peaked cap and bloomers. He looked dapper, though, and with a mandolin slung across his shoulder was genuinely set up to enjoy the evening, which was part of his job description as much as he was here with his...date. With Ray. Still adjusting to that.

But in any case, he was well accounted for, and despite not touching an ounce of alcohol was in excellent spirits toward the end of the evening as things began to wind down. Diefenbaker was passed out under a table after eating more roast beast than any wolf ever should, and Ray...well Ray was visiting the little gentlefolk's room, and Fraser had a spare five minutes to practice his craft, wandering through the crowd strumming his mandolin cheerfully.

And singing.

(A Canadian folk song with a Canadian accent and a mandolin and everything)

Just like that. ]

Edited 2015-05-25 14:12 (UTC)

[ It hadn't been terribly long since Ig had woken up from his three hour nap. He felt somewhere between groggy and jostled, hair sticking up from where he'd curled his arms on top of a picnic table and plopped his cheek on top of the wood, falling asleep when the sun was finally sliding lower down the sky and waking up feeling....... like a human. Eugh. Exceptionally like a human. A really tired human who sort of had gotten himself turned around twenty different ways.

But! Commence.... wandering!

Sniffling about and scuffing up dirt on the sidewalk, Ig wanted to get far enough way before he robotocized himself - so he could go fall asleep in the woods somewhere - but his attention lifted and then turned, following the notes of a voice he knew less well than he could for as often as he'd been around it. He hesitated for a moment, just listening before taking off in a different direction, only then aware of the fact that he was still wearing wings: when had that happened.

Not trying to be elusive about it, he caught up behind Fraser but slowed his steps immensely so as not to be rude. And then fell in line. Like a duckling. A listening duckling. ]

[ Fraser was effectively the Bard of the North, and he wandered here and there and batted his eyelashes at people and hummed and span and turned, and in one of those spinning turns he caught sight of Ig behind him and beamed, and stepped back, serenading him through the last verse, before playing the tune out ever so cheerfully.

His smile was as honest as it ever was, and why not? Ig was his friend, one of several that he'd made, but the one he felt he'd given the most to. He'd helped him learn to communicate, find a little confidence in the world around him, and that was valuable, and in return Ig had showed him that there was still innocence to be had out here.

He lifted his mandolin back over his shoulder on its strap, then raised his hands to sign as he spoke. ]

Hello, Ig. How are you? Did you enjoy the party?

[ Though he was minutely focusing on not falling asleep on his feet, when Fraser started to turn on his heels Ig abruptly looked up and smiled, all too expressive about the fact that he enjoyed the music. Most of what he'd been exposed to came in the form of jingles on commercial advertising, so he was all for a good song.

Not uncomfortable in the slightest about being sang to, Ig just stood and enjoyed, fingers twisting behind his back. He wasn't even remotely aware of the social function of clapping when a performance was over, but he did grin widely. Mentally piecing together a compliment instead, Fraser came out and quickly provided questions of his own, diverting Ig's attention and letting him scramble to answer question.

They'd finally giving in to continuing signing in his personal speech classes. Two languages is better than one and he picked up with his hands faster, making it easier to provide better context to verbal vocabulary. So sign he did. ]

Hi, Fraser. It was good. But- [ Uhmmm. Processing... ] I went very fast. [ Enunciated: Fast fast fast. ] And I talked to friends. And sleep. And.

[ He reached behind himself to tug on the tip of the wing he'd strapped onto his back. He had no memory of this. Or a word for it. What was his life?? ]

[ It wasn't that Ig was simple, there was just a simplicity to his presence that was genuinely appealing. Running into him made a day more pleasant, and Fraser liked that in his life. There had been days in Chicago that had been rough--days in Canada, too, where the death and crushing snow had brought more misery than the gentle pleasures of life. ]

Ah, I see. [ Fraser smiled, and repeated: ] Wings. Like "bird". You know bird. Everyone is wearing costumes, like me. [ He drew his hands up and down his body to indicate what he was wearing, and smiled. ] I do like the wings though, they suit you.

[ He tipped his head, though. Ig had been sleeping? That explained why he hadn't seen him. ]

You wore yourself out. That's easy to do. You need lots of energy for an event like this. [ He gestured-- ] I hope you ate something, too?

[ Ig was completely unaware as to whether or not people found him stupid. Someone should probably allow him to wear a sign around his neck that stated he was an ESL student, but no such luck. Instead, he remained blissfully unaware of the way he looked at life, remaining pleasantly cheerful... helped by an inability to read news updates and too much time in forested areas.

But oh! Yes! ] Birds! Yes, birds. Maybe a present. I don't know. [ But he nodded because yes, everyone was wearing things they didn't usually wear. ] Like pretending games in clothes. Old clothes.

[ He wobbled his head back and forth because sure, he wore himself out but good lord there was a lot of running. Running into people. It was like the world was suddenly going twice the speed it normally did. But he shook his head. ]

No food. I made art.

[ No food. Well that was a problem he could solve, at least--and Ray wouldn't mind, he'd find him soon enough. For now, though, he hooked his arm through Ig's and began to steer him back through the hall toward where all the tables of food were.

It was beginning to sound like he'd been affected by one of those strange edible flowers he'd steered Ray away from earlier. People had definitely been acting weird because of them all day.

With his arm hooked through Ig's he was still able to sign awkwardly: ]

What kind of art did you make?

[ He hadn't expected that answer to be something worthy of being physically snatched up, but he blinked a few times, wide eyed and interested as Fraser began to pull him along, scurrying for a moment before he easily kept up pace.

Lifting up his chin, he peered at Fraser for a few moments, the utmost kind of curious. He'd been around a variety of people as of late and maintaining a certain level of interest when it came to humans altogether was becoming something of a past time. People were really, really interesting.

And pretty lovely as far as he was concerned. But he was also 100% exhausted and right yes questions. Uhmmm okay. What is this word? His hands should cooperate. ]

Bowls. [ No. Not bowls. Uhm. ] Big bowls. For carrying. [ Baskets. Baskets! How do you say baskets!!! ]

Big bowls for carrying?

[ Okay, so Fraser was bright, and quick, but even he had his limits. He frowned at Ig for a moment or two, trying to put together the hand movements with the description. Bowls? For carrying? Like urns? No, Ig would have mentioned if they were meant to carry water, and besides most urns didn't look like bowls.

Baskets? ]

You mean baskets? [ He asked, uncertainly. ] Like you put eggs in, or flowers? [ Art? ] You've been weaving baskets?

[ And that did make sense, because he'd seen some people doing that earlier. ]

[ PING!

Ig nodded, though perhaps a touch slower than usual, his gaze drifting away for a moment before ticking back. He was paying attention, yes he was. But there had been baskets involved and flowers and who knows what else because it was all kind of fuzzy and he'd done all those laps around the party and what would've happened if he was a robot?

Pay attention. ]

Yes. With help. I had help. [ And people thinking he was crazypants but you know, he's still not entirely sure what happened with all of that. ] Then sleeping.

Then sleeping.

[ Fraser nods sagely. He thinks he understands, and since they're nearing the table now, with its still heaping remains of food, he detaches himself from Ig's arm, and gestures around the place. ]

You need to eat things to recharge your batteries. Whatever it is those flowers did to you before, food will help.

[ Fraser took down one of the unbreakable plates, and set in on a patch of table in front of Ig. ]

There must be lots of things here you haven't tried before.

[ Oh, food. Ohhhhh, food. Ig looked at the plate and then up at the tables. Eating was always something of an experience considering food does not equal metal, a concept he still struggled to wrap his mind around. And admittedly, for the most part, he hung around in the junkyard as a robot when it was time to consume things because....

Human food was complicated. It just was. And looking into grocery stores by himself was a disaster and a half.

How was he supposed to know what that stuff in the boxes was??? There were too many choices, always, and not enough background on any of them. They talked about food in his language classes but that was like a foreign language on top of a foreign language.

But he nodded because it was true. There were lots of things he hadn't tried. He just didn't know where to start. Tapping at the table he finally shrugged profoundly before pointing at... things he knew. ]

Fruit. [ Woo woo lookit his vocabulary go. ] Bread. [ But both of those he knows because of previous meals. ]

( original thread )

[ of all the next moves archer was anticipating, it wasn't this. not that it shows on his face, mind you, just the usual flat annoyance as he lifts lancer's arm from his neck and steps away again. that's a little too chummy for his comfort, thanks, especially now. ]

Expecting someone else?

[Cu pauses in his mirth, giving the man a searching look.]

Well I can honestly say I wasn't expecting you! And here I thought you had gotten away scott free.

[He shrugs.]

But I suppose that would be expecting too much for the likes of us.

[ ~~... without actually having sent it? oops. and then your rewrite is terrible?? yeah. shut up.~~

archer is quiet as he considers the information he's had so far, and what lancer isn't saying. between the recognition and the... genial welcome, he can tell things aren't what he's expecting.

stupid banter isn't unheard of between heroic spirits, though it's usually while they're trying to kill each other — ]

Are you aware that Saber is here as well?

Huh?

[Saber? They're both back?

Oh, would that mean Rin is back too? He lets that delicious idea drift in his mind for a second before he realizes something that makes his stomach go cold.]

Wait... Is it just you and Saber? Or...

[Could their be other, more priestly return visitors.]

[ if there was a reaction he was expecting, it wasn't that.

SUSPICIOUS STARE. ]

Or...?

[A moment passes as Cu seems to contemplate the situation.

Then he just shrugs, his smile returning.]

Nevermind. It's really not important. I'm pleased enough that you two are back.

[Even if Kirei had returned, Cu had already made a pact with another master. A new trick he'd picked up since porting into this new world. And since he didn't sense any change in that pact, that meant Kirei, here or not, had no sway over him.

Meaning he was inconsequential.]

So what'd you see on the other side? Or did you just fade back in from the same point?

[This makes complete and total sense to him ok.]

[ back? the suspicion in his expression is momentarily, visibly tinged with confusion, before he reins that in — this is what that guide, so to speak, was talking about. both he and saber have been here before — which still doesn't explain lancer's attitude, but that will make itself clear enough in due time.

(why doesn't he remember it? he remembers every time he's summoned as a guardian, and he remembers every blade he has or ever will see in his reality marble — and unlike with rin, this isn't a magus' summons. there's no grail feedin in understanding of the blank spots, and he clearly recalls where he was just before coming here.) ]

Saber had no idea I was another Servant until I told her in person, so it stands to reason she isn't "back" the way you're thinking. [ a brief pause, as he decides how he wants to say this. simply? keep the fact that he doesn't know close to his chest?

this is lancer. if he'd wanted a fight, he'd probably have arranged for one by now, mentioned it. ambush and backstabbing just isn't his style, archer knows.

tipetoeing will get boring, eventually. ]

I don't have any memory of being here, either.

What? [He leans back in surprise, eyes going wide.] No memory?! How can that be?! ...unless.

[Chin scratching, Cu looks over Archer intently, trying to spot any differences between him and the Archer he knew in vain.

Heroic spirits tended to maintain their appearance through out the ages. Only he had proven the exception so far by letting his hair grow out. (a product of too many people commenting about how mullets were no longer in style...)]

You must be an Archer from before you first came here... Or a different one altogether. Tch, I'd heard that was possible, but it's aggravating to experience it first hand.

[ as he's thinking, archer is taking in the differences in lancer's appearance as well. the hair, mainly, since both of them aren't bothering with the armor they'd been summoned in.

but a different one? that makes more sense than him just forgetting. ]

That's most likely the case. But since you're the one with the information here, and I'm only newly arrived... [ pOINTED SILENCE. tell him facts, bruh. ]

Hmm? [Cu looks up from his contemplation momentarily blank then taps his fist into his other hand..]

Oh, that's right. If you're a different Archer, then you have no idea what the hecks going on, do you?

[How troublesome... It's been a while since he's spoken to someone from his "universe", and much longer still since they had to explain the basics to one another.]

The people of this world make a token effort, but what they have to share isn't the important stuff.

Alright then. I suppose it'd be pretty cruel to let you flounder about until you've got it all. What do you want to know?

I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon

Benton Fraser | due South | Registered

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you have those tags you write on your phone and think you send and then turn your phone off

I know dat feel

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