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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:27 pm
**Begin "Fetch Quest"**
**Enter Luke and Melliandra**
*The serious looking young man who had first entered the Brink is standing beside Luke once more. His hands rest on the ship's railing as he gazes out at the receding lights of a shoreline city before them, flecks of torchlight slowly growing smaller against the night sky. Then he tilts his head toward his traveling companion, now dressed in similar attire, and winks*
Benvenuto .. *he murmers, in Melliandra's voice*
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:57 pm
*A breeze brushes back Luke's hair and he smells the sea. He looks out, frowns, looks down at his brand new 16th Century Italian clothes and flinches. Well, brand new wasn't the word... but they were definitely new to him.*
*He hears Melliandra's voice, and finds that she's changed back into Cosimo De Whatever again. Luke's a coiled spring as he takes in his surroundings. He's on a modest-sized ship. There are two or three deckhands milling around, and none seem to have noticed his arrival. He wonders if that's going to be another problem...*
*Luke's face is just as serious as "Cosimo's" as he looks back towards shore - to find that they were moving away from land and out onto the sea. About that time, he realizes that he failed to ask Melliandra just HOW close they were from this artifact and how far they would have to travel to get there.*
*But... Luke sighs. It's not like she would have given him a straight answer anyway. He hadn't been expecting to be on a boat, or wearing these clothes he's got on now. But... really it doesn't matter. He asked for this. He'll deal with it.*
*Luke takes another breath of fresh air, and some anxiety leaves his body. He looks down at his clothes. He's got on a light shirt open at the neck, a doublet, and ... breeches tucked into his boots. He shifts uncomfortably and returns in a low voice.* That ...happened fast.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:12 pm
*'Cosimo' smiles faintly - the expression seems out of place on his features. A warm, dry breeze pushes their hair back. Clearly it must be close to summertime, though thankfully it at least isn't humid*
*The young man shifts slightly, leaning his elbow against the rail, and assesses Luke's appearance. He nods his head slightly, satisfied* This is, actually, my first attempt at bringing someone here. *he continues idly, still sounding like Mell* It was a smoother transition than I anticipated ... very interesting ...
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:29 pm
*Luke's eyeing Cosimo oddly, as he speaks in Mel's voice. The whole thing is unnerving ... but then again, so is being on a boat in Reinassaince Italy without knowing where you're going, when you'll get there, or what's going to happen when you do.*
*Luke wonders if he's completely lost his mind, when he says.* You got my pants size right. *He surveys the area and looks at the other deckhands. He feels his face, his hair and looks down at his arms and hands.* At least you didn't have to change my nationality... *Luke is now certain she could have.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:56 pm
Hmm, yes, wouldn't do to overextend myself, would it? *There's a teasing light in the man's eyes. It doesn't suit him at all*
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:37 pm
*Luke arches an eyebrow. Another breeze pushes back his hair, and he looks away from the man.*
*Luke knows he should be discerning his surroundings. Deciding which guys he could take in a fight and which he couldn't. Checking the boat to see if it's even going to make it through a five second voyage on the open... ocean?*
*Something of a crazy half smirk/half smile touches Luke's lips. He doesn't even know what ocean he's on. He doesn't even know if he's on an ocean.*
*Luke nods to himself. He takes nearly a full minute, before he says.* I got a question.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:39 pm
*The corners of "Cosimo's" lips twitch slightly* Only one?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:47 pm
Yeah, that's not really true. I've got more than one question.
But how about we start with ... Where are we?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:52 pm
At the moment, *The young answers evenly, now using a voice that sounds much more natural coming from him* We're on the Adriatic Sea. *He points to the lights in the distance* Just off of Pesaro, on the eastern shore of Italy.
*Then he adds, in Melli's amused tone* Some thirty leagues west of our destination, and further every moment.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:56 pm
Further? *He frowns and repeats.* Further. As in from where we need to be?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:05 pm
*"Cosimo" turns his back the rail and lifts himself up with his hands to sit on it and look at look at Luke, commenting casually* Lovely evening, isn't it?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:08 pm
*Any type of hysterical acceptance Luke had been feeling has passed. He stands up to "Cosimo".* You want to tell me why that is?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:20 pm
*He furrows his brows as though in deep thought before replying* I suspect it's simply the the time of year and some good luck on our part.
*His eyes brighten suddenly to Melli's pale blue, and he grins* No sense letting it go to waste though! *In one smooth motion he hoists himself up and turns so his feet are dangling on the outside of the railing instead . . . and then drops right off into the water with a small 'splash'*
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:30 pm
*Luke watches in near shock as "Cosimo" drops off the side of the boat and into the water.* What the hell are you doing?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:35 pm
*Melliandra resurfaces, looking entirely herself again. She pushes her wet hair back from her face and grins up at Luke as she treads water* Swimming!
You ought to join me, you know. The water is quite nice, and that boat is going in the wrong direction, after all.
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