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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I mean....thats like being an american and not hearing about someone like John Handcock. Or Stonewall Jackson. Or Abe Lincoln.
Like, there is a difference between not recognizing a famous person immediately and stone faced ignorance of your own countries history.

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The Knights are a paramilitary group founded by the clergy over two hundred years ago. The equivalent to not knowing their founder would be not knowing who formed the 7^th Cavalry Regiment back in 1866.

The president? You were kidding with that, right?

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As the first horns honked, Jules looked warily over his shoulder, and then through the vehicle's side-mirror; he grabbed the handle hanging over his head, preparing for some more tight corners and fast speeds. "Let's park," he said. He certainly didn't miss the rush everyone seemed to be in around here. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything, you know. I knew you'd come. It's just that—"

It's just that everything in his life tended to go wrong, especially at the molecular level. Troubles and worries liked to build up in his life like grains of sand, until he had built for himself a beach. He expected the ride to ditch him not because it was Ona in the cockpit, but because that was simply something which would happen to him after half a day's imprisonment on layaway flights, surrounded by overpriced cocktails, by children kicking his seat, by old men snoring. The ride not being there was not a human fault but a cosmic prank. There would be traffic buildup in the tunnels, or a car accident, or an engine malfunction forcing her to pull over; anything at all to make his life just slightly less convenient. Jules was selfish like that, worrying about the delays on the highways while the blood and broken glass invaded his thoughts fleetingly, invading and retreating in the same moment; not that that was much better or worse than people's deaths and injuries being a source of gossip at the office water coolers, he reckoned.

This notion expanded even into something as petty and trivial as their conversation, where Jules had been waiting for a moment to apologize without it feeling awkward. After all, Ona had just shrugged it off, and abruptly changed the topic, leaving him to wonder how much he had offended her. He knew he saw pain in her eyes, though since he was a patcher, and patchers were not mind-readers, he could only assume she felt betrayed. He needed to trust her more.

"—Eh, nothing. I appreciate it. You want a drink when we get up there?"

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Well, since he wasn't born yet when the Order was founded, I don't think he'd exactly recognize her. I guess he's just never heard of her. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Ah, but knowing her character background field would be metagaming, wouldn't it? Or does her application exist IC somewhere in the library? :o

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"Hrífa!" He had decided on a starboard bench, near the bow but a row or two back. Kneeling behind it, he dragged his sleeping bag over, he pulled one item at a time from it, beginning to fold these belongings neatly underneath. His spear protruded underneath the two benches on either side of his, but otherwise he defined "his" property on this boat in neat little lines, all his junk gathered in a squared pile. Ásdís smelled the saltfish even from where she stood.

"Hrífa the 'Rat-eater'?" The word had caught Hralding's attention. He had dropped his gaze to watch them over his shoulder, his broad, bony face cast down upon the deck. The wind played at his gilded mane, and as he jumped and slid down the prow, his long tunic flared out near his knees. "And this looks like Adlif's daughter. Though I don't know her name."

Ásdís felt the man's haughty eyes judging her; not for her own flaws but her companion's. She felt that when her shoulder rubbed against his, it imparted upon her narrow frame a níðingr's residue, which Hralding only barely did not scoff at. Why the offspring of one of the more respectable and modest men of the village, if also one of the meek and mild too, should ever have thought to consort with the witch—...

Nonetheless, the captain smiled cordially. He had promised them safe refuge on the ship (at least from his ire, if not the Franks'), regardless of their histories; and he kept his promises. Maybe the Rat-eater did too, and the rumors would be proven wrong; but Hralding waited to be proven wrong on that end.

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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Show,_don%27t_tell

He might be more impressed by seeing her in action for himself than having his author/player be told OOC that she's amazing. :) All she's done so far is mumble in a monotone and "be eerie."

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

*shrug*

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I disagree.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

How frightening and perplexing should a slightly taller than average suit of armor be to him?

On a scale from "demon armor trapped in ice which has turned into a little girl" to "fifteen foot tall direwolf that can talk and is apparently also a member of the peerage," that is. ;)

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

She was.