voice-testing so hard. @.@

[northernskies]

Well...this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it's close enough, I suppose. Let's go exploring, shall we? There has to be a wardrobe or some sort of magical door around here somewhere, right?

[ At least you're optimistic, Peter. ]

No, it wouldn't be the same without the others. I'll deny it naturally, but I miss those three. It's just too quiet without their noise.

[ What about everyone else? Aslan, Caspian, Glenstorm, ect? ]

...no, I haven't forgotten. I...miss them, too. So very much. But sitting around here whinging about it won't accomplish much, now will it.

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[ryuuhime]

Unless your mun can accomplish something by whining, then that'd be the case where she can sit around and whine.

[ That makes no sense, Kosuiryo. ]

[northernskies]

She might try, but I doubt it'd work very well.

[retired_monster]

There's a lot of other worlds to go to here, but the muns don't send us to them through wardrobes or magical doors. They try and make it organized.

You might run into your friends here. It happens.

[northernskies]

So I've heard. I think it might work better for them if they did try to find one of those doors. Hey, it worked for us. [ A grin. ]

My brother and sisters, specifically. Although anyone else familiar would be nice, too. I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Pevensie.

[retired_monster]

Some of the people here are not the kind of people you'd want running around another world unless they were, at the very least, monitored.

Ah. Don't have any of those, myself. [He shrugs casually, but the name gets his attention for just how bizarre it would be back home. D_M is a strange place for him - lots of other worlds and names that border on unpronounceable.] I'm Savik'aasivak Kaivxuunaffaq. Savik, for short.

[northernskies]

Oh, Narnia has its share of those sorts, too. Believe me.

[ At the return courtesy, Peter blinked a bit, but years of diplomacy in a magical realm had taught him well. ]

Hail and well met, Savik. [ It was so easy to slip back into it, too. Gah, he missed that place! ]

[retired_monster]

Narnia? I've never heard of it. My mun apparently has, or he wouldn't be so enthusiastic about throwing me in here to talk to you, but... well, some of them like to withhold information.

[northernskies]

That doesn't surprise me. It's not...well, it's sort of hard to explain, really. [ Rather than try, Peter simply shrugged and smiled. ] Let's just say it's the only place that really feels like home for me right now and I'd really, really like to get back there. As soon as possible.

[retired_monster]

If you're here, it's a pretty sure thing you're going back there soon. We're here to get shipped off somewhere else.

It's good, though. That you have a place that feels like home. Not everybody gets that.

[northernskies]

To be honest with you, I have no idea why I'm here, but it's still good to get out and about. I've heard her mention my brother and sisters, so maybe there's a chance I'll run into those three soon.

Narnia still feels more like home than England ever did. At least to me. Probably to Lu, too.

[retired_monster]

There's always a chance of running into people you used to know here. Just not always how you knew them before.

Ah. Yeah, I heard that from some of the soldiers I served with. That some part of Tsussain really spoke to them, or felt 'right', more than wherever they came from.

[northernskies]

Tsussian? [ No, he probably didn't pronounce it right, either. ] Is that your world?

[retired_monster]

It's a country in my world. My world is called Jomai. We have three continents and pretty much three major countries. I'm from Uqallak, originally. But I ended up on the Tsussain front during the war.

[northernskies]

Ah. War. [ Yeah, Peter understood that one, all too well. ] It seems every world has its share, doesn't it...

[retired_monster]

I think my world's wars are over now that all the humans are dead. Or at least, I hope that it's over.

[northernskies]

All the humans are dead? [ Cue a touch of wariness. ] Are you...not human?

[retired_monster]

As far as anyone can tell. Though there'll probably be sweeps to make sure the job's really done. I don't know; I'm not high enough up on the chain of command to know. Plus, I'm retired.

I'm a psionic mutant. Might've had a human somewhere in the family, if I could tell who my family was. But no, not human.

[northernskies]

[ This Savik definitely looked human, but then Peter had ruled over a kingdom full of magical trees and talking animals. He knew first hand that things were seldom what they seemed. ]

I'm sorry. For your world, I mean. You must miss it.

[retired_monster]

[That had been a problem, at the start. The humans looked like the mutants and likewise. But once the fighting began in earnest, they seemed to divide on their own into identifiable groups - mutants, and humans with a few mutant sympathizers. Or at least, that's what Savik had been told. He grew up long after the fighting started. The lines were drawn.]

Not really. I don't miss it like I think other people miss their worlds. I've been fighting since I was six. It's good to be here, and to be going somewhere I won't have to fight.

[northernskies]

[ Well, Peter could definitely understand that. He couldn't imagine having to be in that sort of situation, at war for all of one's life. He'd seen his share, and wanted no more of it. ]

I'd invite you to come to Narnia with me, it's a generally peaceful place, full of magic and wonder, but until I find my own way back, I'm afraid it's a hollow thing, really.

I think you could be happy there, though. I was.

[retired_monster]

It sounds like a good place. It'd be nice, to be somewhere peaceful. But I guess that's what games are for. Why can't you go back to Narnia, anyway?

[northernskies]

Well, pathways to Narnia only appear when one isn't expecting them. So, going about looking for one is probably counter-productive, now that I think on it. [ Blast it. ]

[noblesteed]

If it does even little to soothe you, then it has accomplished something.

/jfgkjsdf all the grabby hands can peter will just KNOW jewel because reasons y/y?

[northernskies]

[ The King's face lit up, seeing the unicorn. Familiarity! ]

You sound just like Aslan. Not a bad thing, really.

go for it! :D

[noblesteed]

[And of course, as is due, the High King gets a bow. Though slight -a Unicorn has his pride- it isn't in any way short of respect and admiration. And of course the grace of it all-- well, that's just a Unicorn's way of being, of holding itself.

His king, after all, is Tirian.]

If ever it should be a bad thing, I rather would have died long since, Your Majesty.

yay!

[northernskies]

[ As proper, Peter returned the noble creature an incline of his head. He'd learned much during his rule in Narnia, including manners and diplomacy.

Buuut, that didn't stop him from grinning like a loon and even going so far as to impulsively hug dear Jewel, if only for a small moment; Unicorns did have their pride, he knew. ]

It's good to see you, Jewel. I admit, I was getting a bit worried, being here all by myself.

[noblesteed]

[The whinny is soft. Startled, maybe a little, but holding no malice. He wouldn't dare, and not only that, but he could see an excited child when he saw one. He flicks his tail, and the ears perk.]

Too much quiet for the High King Peter's liking. So he's said and so I've heard. Worry not, sir, there are other Narnians about. In good health, most if not all. We are only... scarce, it seems. A pity.

To these other worlds you wish to wander, I've heard much about. And so I must voice my own concern, should it please the High King.

[northernskies]

[ Peter so seldom got the chance to be a child anymore, but he was more than eager to do so now, although the starry-eyed wonder faded and the King returned to his eyes as the Unicorn spoke. ]

It is, indeed. I miss their good company. [ He nodded then, gesturing Jewel to continue. ] It would please me greatly. Do speak on.

[calledmegentle]

[A teasing grin from his sister.]

You always did frown on people whinging, for all you'd do it yourself.

[northernskies]

[ Have a Look back. ]

Hey, I don't whinge, I'll have you know. I...brood. [ Yes, that was the word for it. ]

[calledmegentle]

[Just an innocent grin back.]

And quite good you are at doing it, too.

[Much to his siblings' irritation and concern whenever he started doing it.]

[northernskies]

[ Peter wasn't fooled, missy. ]

I've had lots of practice. [ Que a smirk. ] I am related to you, Ed and Lu, you know.

[calledmegentle]

Well, I don't brood.

[Total lie. Pretty much all of them brood, except possibly Lucy.]

[northernskies]

[ Peter snorted. Loudly. ]

Right. I think you invented brooding, Su. And then passed it along to the rest of us. ...or is it whining? [ He scrunched up his nose to illustrate. ]

[calledmegentle]

Everything I learned, I learned from my big brother. [Brightly said.]

And it's not whining. It's communicating my concerns.

[northernskies]

How to be dashing, devilishly witty and insanely attractive? Of course you've learned that from me. I have to give you points for effort, naturally, but I'm afraid you'll never be a master. Like I am.

"Communicating". Is that what you call it?

[calledmegentle]

Well, we can't all be as magnificent as you.

It is! I don't whine. [Much.]

[northernskies]

Naturally not. [ Preeeeeeeen. ]

I do beg to differ, Su. You've raised it to an art form, really.

[calledmegentle]

I suppose if I were to whine, I'd at least do it well.

[She's not admitting that she does it, though.]

[northernskies]

Take it from me. You do.

[calledmegentle]

Never seems to have much of an effect on you, though.

[Not anymore.]

[northernskies]

Of course not. I'm immune by now.

[ Have a brotherly tongue stuck out at you, sis. Because that's totally kingly and mature, right? ]

[calledmegentle]

[Totally. Which is why she's responding with an entirely queenly eyeroll.]

Just as much as I am to Ed and Lu's, I suppose.