Erik MacSorley (
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Erik knew that the calm wasn't going to last.
You didn't spend most of your life on the water without knowing that the flat calm was only as sure as the next cloud on the horizon. Storms came and went, ebbed and flowed. There were some you could watch approach, others that turned a clear blue sky to the dark grey of impending doom. He wouldn't trade a moment of it.
For now, though, he was going to enjoy the stars overhead, the sound of water against the hull, and the memories of watching a MacDuff put the crown on Bruce's head. Between that and reuniting Chief with his bride? It hadn't been a bad month. It wouldn't always be like this and there wouldn't always be victories. They'd started a dangerous campaign and would be fighting major and minor battles along with the overall war to clear the damned English from their lands.
Erik MacSorley knew how to take advantage of every opportunity, even when the opportunity was for nothing at all to happen.
Chuckling to himself, he decided celebrations might just be in order. Meg, he knew, would welcome him and the rest of his crew with open arms...and possibly open legs. Cheered by that, he roused himself from the deck and went towards the hatch to let the lads know of his plan. His clansmen were always more likely to step lively when they knew what the payoff was.
He wasn't two steps below decks when he realized something had happened, something even Campbell couldn't see.
He was in a castle of some sort. It had to be that because no keep was as appointed as this. The floor felt strange under his boots, the air had lost the scent of the sea, and everything about where he stood fairly screamed out wrong.
Deftly, he pulled his sword from his sheath and kept his eyes out for whatever had caused this magic.
OOC: Erik is dressed like this but with Matt Barr's face.
You didn't spend most of your life on the water without knowing that the flat calm was only as sure as the next cloud on the horizon. Storms came and went, ebbed and flowed. There were some you could watch approach, others that turned a clear blue sky to the dark grey of impending doom. He wouldn't trade a moment of it.
For now, though, he was going to enjoy the stars overhead, the sound of water against the hull, and the memories of watching a MacDuff put the crown on Bruce's head. Between that and reuniting Chief with his bride? It hadn't been a bad month. It wouldn't always be like this and there wouldn't always be victories. They'd started a dangerous campaign and would be fighting major and minor battles along with the overall war to clear the damned English from their lands.
Erik MacSorley knew how to take advantage of every opportunity, even when the opportunity was for nothing at all to happen.
Chuckling to himself, he decided celebrations might just be in order. Meg, he knew, would welcome him and the rest of his crew with open arms...and possibly open legs. Cheered by that, he roused himself from the deck and went towards the hatch to let the lads know of his plan. His clansmen were always more likely to step lively when they knew what the payoff was.
He wasn't two steps below decks when he realized something had happened, something even Campbell couldn't see.
He was in a castle of some sort. It had to be that because no keep was as appointed as this. The floor felt strange under his boots, the air had lost the scent of the sea, and everything about where he stood fairly screamed out wrong.
Deftly, he pulled his sword from his sheath and kept his eyes out for whatever had caused this magic.
OOC: Erik is dressed like this but with Matt Barr's face.
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Which was why seeing a man sheathing a sword was something both familiar and out of the ordinary for her and just curious enough that she thought to draw a bit closer. While she had adapted the normal manner of dress within the Nexus for the most part, today Zelda wore a gown and wondered if that had been luck on her part or not.
"There's nothing that needs to be slain here," she said, nodding toward his sword. By the three, he was tall. "It's relatively safe in my experience."
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He turned to risk a look over his shoulder and then nearly dropped his sword. The gown she wore wasn't that of a Highland lass, but it was bleedin close enough to what he'd seen English women wearing. Her accent wasn't any he recognized, either, but that could mean any number of things. "Where are is this? How have I come t'be standin here and who's got m'bloody ship?"
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There was, of course, the fact that Zelda did not particularly want to return to Hyrule in its current state. It was somewhat cowardly of her, yes, but as it was she'd been captured and put everything into jeopardy. Everything was safer without her involved.
"But you do not need to fear for your person. I've barely seen anyone bearing arms here and have seen no demonstrations of skill."
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And if she said England, the chances were his sword would find her throat to persuade her to be a wee bit more forthcoming.
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"I am the Princess Regnant of Hyrule," she said coolly. "And it is not foolishness, no matter how strange it sounds. This place serves as the betwixt and between of my world and yours and any number of other ones. You came through a door, did you not? There is a chance that beyond that same door, you'll find your ship."
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"Your highness. I'm not familiar with Hyrule. Where is it?"
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It had never been one of her talents in spite of Impa trying to drill it into her.
"Where do you hail from, then?"
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"I come from the northern Isles of Scotland. Spoon Island, t'be precise." He bowed again, then looked up with a twinkling smile in his eyes. "Erik MacSorley, at yer service."
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Zelda bowed slightly in return. "I am Zelda, a princess, yes, but you need not respect that title. Shall we try to find your ship, then?"
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"I would love nothin more. Not that the scenery here isn't lovely," he paused to throw her a wink, "but I've a war t'get back to and one I'm needed t'fight."
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War was something Zelda was all too familiar with. Hyrule had been at war for most of her life in some fashion or another and it was only her refuge in the Nexus that removed her from it. She nodded quickly.
"Yes, of course, I should not want to deprive your lands of a soldier. Even a princess has some knowledge of the art of war, me more than most. Hmm, I suppose we shall start with the door you came through, yes? Was it this one?" she asked, touching the handle lightly.
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Still, though, he reached out to turn the knob. When it didn't move, he tried again, putting every bit of his strength behind it. The blasted mechanism didn't budge. "Where's Templar when I need him?"
To the princess, he shrugged. "It appears t'be blocked."
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She bit her lip slightly and tried to decide her next plan of attack. "Logically speaking, we should be able to try any number of the other doors and see if we find one that leads back to your Spoon Island, yes? It's better than throwing everything we have at this one, at any rate."
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"Do ye mind not takin passengers along? I was perfectly happy where I was."
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At this point, he'd believe about anything.
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"It's just that I'm very tired," Simmons explains, unable to stop staring, which is another symptom of her issues. "And I've been watching over someone with an accent that's remotely similar to yours, so I thought maybe I've utterly lost my mind and fallen asleep without even realizing it," she confesses.
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"Ye've another Scot here, have ye?" His attention piqued at that and his suspicions raised. He might be in a strange people and amidst people that looked as foreign as any he'd seen, but he was still fighting a war and had a king to protect. "What clan is he? Is he a Highlander or from the lowlands?"
The way he said the last made it pretty clear what he thought of those that lived there.
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The way he said it left little doubt of what he thought about her native land, and with good reason. Many of his countrymen had fallen on the ends of English swords, not to mention what they did to Wallace and were currently planning to do at Longshanks' direction.
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She gives him a strange look, rather confused and concerned about his reaction to her. She thinks she ought to feel insulted, but the truth is that she's not entirely sure how to feel. "Yes, I'm English," she agrees warily, blinking through the words. "It's not as if I've been there recently," she protests. "And it's not a bad thing. Is it?"
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Erik was smiling, but it didn't go near his eyes. War had been his life for too many years and he still didn't know just what this place was, or who was responsible for his being here.
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