A Phone Call Is Made

[velesdonnersen]

Open Phone Call

 [He's suspicious and well past grumpy, now, and a little worried...but he's also noticed that he's not alone. There are people who seem not to fit, like him. So he's going to try to figure this out...]

Hello?  Hello?

Is anyone else out there? Anyone else stuck from someplace else, like me?

The clothes are strange, the houses filled with ugly furniture, the locals all seem to be Muses... slow, dull Muses.  I can't remember how I got here, and I  have no idea what this is all about.

 

My "wife" says we have a car, but every time I try to figure it out I get a headache...and my spark seems to be gone.  Which is... disturbing.

 

I'm Tarvek.  Tarvek Sturmvoraus.  "Prince," if it matters to anyone.

 

And I'd really like a few answers.

 

[Anyone listening can hear him grumbling and muttering under his breath, huffing, "I feel like such an idiot talking into this thing...."]

 

Comments

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Whoa! How unusual! A rational, intelligent response!]

Red lighting! If you're any example of the caliber of captive here, I could actually come to like Mayfield!

[Ponders.]

I have no difficulty agreeing to keep the peace with Herr Wulfenbach, provided he will make similar compact with me. The differences between his family and mine are real in Europa, though I suspect less substantial than he believes -- but here in Mayfield they would appear to be entirely irrelevant and obsolete. Fighting each other here over old rivalries would be like two jackals fighting over prey a lion has already eaten. If I can peacefully ally with Klaus' son in the face of common dangers, in spite of the fact that we both long to marry the same woman, and play the same role in Europa's future, I don't see why I can't ally with the Baron when we have nothing at stake between us here. He is a dangerous, and often impetuous and arrogant enemy, but he's also a man of skill, talent, and ability -- and among the better conquering dictators I'm aware of in history.

That said, I'd also like to meet other men of honor. [Chuckles, softly.] If only so we may squabble in good fellowship over the precise definition and obligations of "honor" over a bottle of wine and a good roast fowl. Like "love," "justice," and the rules of football, "honor" makes for good debate between men and women of good will.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I suspect you would have liked the party I just threw. I will throw another in due time, perhaps with more help from others. It has been... a significant financial expenditure for me. But, at any rate, there are many people worth liking in Mayfield. I have been pleasantly surprised by my sojourn here.

[regarding Klaus and the other stuff.]

As for his son... I was unaware he had one aside from the fellow provided by the town. I shall ask him about his son from his own time, I think. Though I cannot understand the nature of your rivalry with the fellow. Astartes don't... really dally with anyone, you see. We stand apart from humanity as protectors, our bonds are simply of honor and brotherhood with one another and our wards.

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

Serving as host does tend to require deep pockets -- or scant hospitality. It sounds like you favored generosity over frugality.

[Snort] I will admit, I like that in a host... But perhaps in future I'll be able to contribute to any social efforts.

I'd tread warily when mentioning Gil to the Baron, if he hasn't shared that aspect of his life. He kept his son secret for many years -- during some of which I can state with certainty Gil himself wasn't aware of the relationship. After presenting his son to Europa as his heir, things have become complex, and depending on what he remembers, there may be some resentment regarding Gil's current divided loyalties.

Of which I can mainly say that you're probably lucky you don't "dally." [Sighs profoundly.] As complicated as I find my own affection for Agatha, Gil's puts him in direct conflict with his father. [Sighs again] Agatha's wonderful, but I have to admit her very existence complicates everything in some ways....

In any case, be aware it's a complex subject, and one about which the Baron may have strong feelings.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I will be diplomatic. [Among Luna Wolves, diplomatic means not punching your host in the face.]

I happen to know several women here who manage to complicate my life significantly, despite the nature of my own existence. I find there is a great compensation in the pleasure I derive from being around them, though. To have someone to mentor and protect is important, and to try to solve someone's intriguing mysteries is also... enjoyable.

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Admiration at the perception diplayed!]

Yes! [Chuckles] Though I must confess, I seem to land in more trouble, between the protecting and the mysteries.

[Wistful.]
I wish... I wish I knew where I stand with Agatha, thanks to Mayfield. So far the general impression I get is that I shouldn't expect to see her again -- and to hope for her sake I never do.

It's difficult to know what love and honor require, under the circumstances.

[Slightly shocky, as an entire lost life is suddenly reckoned with.]

It's all gone, isn't it? Barring people like the Baron? There's nothing left from my real life, and not much chance of return...

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

No, you can regain it in time. And eventually, we will fight our way free. You have my oath on that.

[he considers the question of love and honor and says.] I can only speak of love and honor in the sense of devotion between brothers, but this is what I will say: Endure and wait in her name. Never give up hope, even when it is all you have to cling to. If you give in to despair, this town has won.

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Considers quietly.]

I -- will hope for that, at least for all of the rest of you.

I must admit, as divided as my heart is, part of me welcomes this change. I've never been free, before.

It's not easy being born to a role that's probably beyond you, and tied beyond escape to allies you'd rather avoid at all costs, with no clear route out but "through." Especially when "through" might mean through Klaus Wulfenbach.

As odd as it may sound, Captain, the past two days are the first time I've ever known what it was to be free of an extremely weighty "destiny." I'm afraid I could learn to love the feeling.

I -- I miss them. Friends. People I love.

But, red-fire and hail, I don't miss the destiny. It's amazing to be in a place where that simply doesn't matter.