That Netflix teaser

[poweroflegend]

Getting ahead of yourself again, aren't we, lad?

[A warm laugh. Mun's rather giddy at what they watched. Trevor's actually pleased in a surprisingly serene way.]

Well then. T'will be entertaining, at the very least.

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[stanceshift]

You know we'll be watching with plenty of popcorn, at the very least.

[poweroflegend]

[You never let him down, Molly. Never will.]

But of course. As I see it, we've all to gain and naught to lose. 'Tis the beauty of legends retold.

[stanceshift]

I mean, worst-case scenario we have a good laugh at it. Definitely a win-win either way.

[poweroflegend]

Now then; my abode or yours?

I will bring the pot roast, of course.

[stanceshift]

Doesn't matter to me. There any requests on things for me to bring?

[poweroflegend]

Naught but the ale from your time, old friend. Plenty of it.

[He means beer, Molly.]

It pays to be prepared, whether we will celebrate or lament in jest.

[sanctuarysoul]

[While her own player is cautiously optimistic, Lisa herself is terribly torn. On one hand, the fact that those events happened at all causes her a vast degree of unrest, and her heart absolutely sank to see the wreckage of human lives that her husband caused.

On the other hand, though, there's a part of her that's proudly gushing about Adrian. Which...isn't exactly abnormal, but is much more present after this!]

My lady is certainly looking forward to it!

[She leaves the sentiment there, since she can only halfway say the same. She'll watch for Adrian, but the destruction surrounding the circumstances will always turn her stomach.

There's a pause before she offers a warm smile.]

Sypha looks absolutely lovely, by the way. The style really suits her!

[poweroflegend]

[He can tell, and that's why his own excitement will always be just a little subdued. There were many brave warriors besides him, as he told Hector, and not all of them lived to see the new dawn. Nevertheless:]

You must both be excited to see Adrian, mlady. And you should. In many ways, his struggle was greater than mine. Now you'll see him overcome it with your own eyes.

[Oh, how he lights up. He can't help but lower his voice, as if Sypha's listening and might take issue.]

A thorny flower amid the wasteland, I daresay. 'Tis not why I fell in love with her, however. One hopes this... retelling, acknowledges it.

[For remember: they were both outcasts.]