MerLN:
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Gwydion's arrival causes quite the uproar. The party from Avaluna is surrounding by the Baron's retainers and hangerons led by his majordomo Derrol. He does his absolute best to ingratiate himself with Gwydion, “What a blessing that you should attend such a humble affair my Lord. The Baron will be so honored by your presence. Do you intend to enter the tournament my Lord? Surely, no one can hope to best the likes of you my Lord. Alas, the others shall be competing for the honor of second best.” It is quite a while before the Baron's greeting party departs, but there is no sign of the Baron himself.
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Smiling wide while trying to maintain some degree of decorum, Gwydion greeted the Baron's people kindly.
"It's a pleasure to be here, among such fine company. I've every intention of participating in this tournament as representative of Avaluna, for glory, goodwill, and good old fashioned fun. I'm sure there are others with more training and proper experience than I, and it will be my honor and privilege to test myself against their skill. Please send your lord my finest regards and thanks for orchestrating this gathering. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to meet a few of the competitors before things get started." With that, he headed off to go speak with a friend he'd just recognized.
"Brun! Welcome to Callisto, my friend!"
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Brun:
Brun stiffened a little at the call. Too many pointless fights had started by another knight feigning friendliness.... But as he looked up from his workbench, he realized who it was. The tension leaves quickly, feeling little to fear from /this/ knight. "Gwydion, this is a happy meeting. I have been...well. And my lady..." He casts an adoring look up to his ill-made, mismatched Armor, "Still as wondrous to me as the day her reaction generators first warmed up." Looking back to Gwydion, "She should be quite the surprise to a few of the knights on this field. And you? Fairing well? I am surprised the garrison of Avaluna could spare you for such a small event..."
Gwydion grew a little more serious as his presence was questioned. His voice lowered to keep the tension in it from spreading too far out. This was supposed to be a pleasant affair, after all.
"Doing fine as ever, but a gathering like this is a political opportunity like few others. I'm here to gather support for the cause. The Emergent are still strengthening their forces, and with humanity divided as it is, there's little resistance we could truly put up. Sending me to this tournament is my uncle's way of trying to reach out to the others. You might consider returning with me when the event comes to an end, Brun. There's a place for all of humanity with us, you kn--"
Meara:
"I never thought I would see someone like you here!" she said quite excitedly to Gwydion, acting as if they were both old friends and several years younger instead of a pair of very high class nobles with family reputations to uphold. "Who's your-?" she immediately asked before either of them could reply, then was quickly distracted by the Armor clearly once based on a Venusian model. Her face went from extremely happy to one of pity as she gazed upon it, feeling very, very sorry for the Armour. Not that it was a Venusian frame being potentially piloted by a man - she'd never really cared about that sort of thing - but because it was clearly very battered, bruised, and maintained on a minimal budget, however lovingly it was maintained and kept operational.
His invite was interrupted by the approach of an excited and energetic young knight, and Gwydion's face brightened up again.
"Meara! The surprises just keep getting better today. This is--" Another interruption, this one the silence as Meara took notice of Brun's Armour. He followed her eyes to it, and cleared his throat, bringing his tones to something a bit more official and polite.
"Lady Meara, I'd like you to meet my friend, Brun. He lives on the Edge, and is a skilled pilot. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite have consistent access to proper facilities to maintain his partner. Though I was just about to offer the use of my mechanics to him, it may be more fitting of our respective stations were you to make the offer. I may be his friend, but the Armour is of Venusian make. All this, of course, dependent on whether Brun would like our help in the first place. What say you, Brun? Care for some extra hands?"
[Fully prepared to make a Household Create an Advantage roll to lend some mechanics to Brun, if he wants 'em. Or I could leave it to Meara, for both narrative's sake and the fact her Household is higher. :P]
GM edit: Fixed some messed up color tags.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:01, Tue 17 June 2014.