lakshmi· ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ · bai (
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01.
FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Lakshmi Bai
RECIPIENT: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Polite requests.
WHEN: After the recent group of rifters arrives back.
WHERE: The Gallows.
NOTES: Tired Queen is tired.
SENDER: Lakshmi Bai
RECIPIENT: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Polite requests.
WHEN: After the recent group of rifters arrives back.
WHERE: The Gallows.
NOTES: Tired Queen is tired.
[ There's a little laugh of wonder and then - ] To think I spent all my time hungering after Tesla's machines... [ Clears her throat with the end of that wistful sigh, no time for what-ifs, and she adopts a far more even a tone. Dry, clipped and careful to not muddle her words. Not Tesla's machines, no, but she has heard plenty of poor announcements across radios, to want to make sure that she doesn't do the same. ]
Greetings. I am... Rani Lakshmibai, the, ah.. widower of the King, Maharaja, of Jhansi. [ There's a hesitation, unsure. But like the titles she just gave, she brushes over it quickly. ] I have a request for an individual, who would spend a few hours telling me of this place and its manners, so I might be a better guest of this... Inquisition. I have no more than what I am to receive you, but I can provide honest company in return for yours.
[ pause, and then a moment later. ] And where may I exchange jewels and gold for coin, find a decent cloth merchant and tailor, and whether the weapons the armies here supply are worth the metal they're made from. I prefer a shamsher or talwar, by preference, but any long, heavy blade suffices if its decent enough quality.
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[ the rest he isn't volunteering for because, A, he doesn't care and B, he's not the best source for it and C, he super doesn't care. It's the talk of weapons themselves, and what sounds familiar about it, that pings him. ]
I've not seen either shamsher or talwar blades here. [ and he repeats them in the manner they're supposed to be said, because Aen Seidhe weapons are shaped fairly similar, and he's used to weapons from Ofir being a good replacement. which begs the question - ] Are you Ofieri?
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[ Though the second question, she shakes her head and then, wait, he wasn't in front of her. My God, this was strange. ] I am... Hindi, Marathi. Though - you speak the names well. Are you .. Ofieri?
[ English called it India, rather than Hindustan, so it wasn't particularly strange to hear her homeland called something else entirely. ]
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[ it would be second hand if he were to notice it, but they hold up well enough. the Inquisition isn't so poor they can't equip their troops safely. and it's ok, lakshmi, he's shaking his head at the air a little too. ]
Nay, I'm Aen Seidhe. Those here call my people Elves. [ which she's likely seen by now. the disdain is difficult to miss in thedas. for a long moment, iorveth things one the words - hindi, marathi - trying to search his memory for them. if they're familiar as well. in the end, they don't ring any bells. ]
Those words I don't recognize so well, though Ofir is a far off kingdom in my home world, and I've only met a handful of travelers from there. [ but as to why he'd mentioned it, and new the sword names - ] The Ofieri sabers are remarkably crafted. Very similar in style to what my people favor.
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[ A deep sigh of mild frustration. But it is what it is and rather than sit moping she'd rather get on with what was in front of her. ]
I have met neither before, we have only men and... beasts in my home. They are the ones I see here... [ The ears, she notices. The fine features. Other than that, there was one particular trait to what she had seen. Just that, the mistreatment she knows so well.
And it turned her stomach. ] ... you are honour me and them. Would you permit me to see yours, when you have the time?
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[ either from station or for sentimental value. while they may be well forged, it isn't something you want to dull on slashing up monsters and banging against plate armor. he knows the kind. ]
The definition of 'beasts' can very greatly. [ especially with humans, he's found. many would consider him one, in his world. the alienage elves in thedas are hardly better than livestock to some humans. ]
If you wish it, I wouldn't mind. Should you find them favorable, there may be a blacksmith that could make a diagram off my blades to craft some for you.
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Or maybe it's been years, and she is still nothing but angry. Still fighting. Stuck here - in someone else's war, and not where she should be. ]
I would be glad for that if you would be so kind as to lend them.
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either way, he can absolutely understand bitterness that lasts over centuries, so the anger and venom hardly puts him off from the agreement to meet. ]
Of course. There's several decent smiths in the city, I can guide you to them. [ she says 'lend' but yeaaaah these aren't leaving his sight. But, he'll gladly escort them somewhere. ]
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[ Look, the 1800s isn't better but gross ass werewolves don't even bother to turn into werewolves before they start chowing down on some bedlam patients. D i s g u s t i n g. ]
I would be glad of it. When and where might I meet you?
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[ iorveth realizes not everyone wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, like he does, but noon should be decent, right? people are out of bed by then? at least, the shops are open by then. ]
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[ and there she is, at the training grounds, not dressed in her sari. After here, there was only the practical aspects of a fortress. No need to demand privacy from strangers who insisted on treating her poorly.
Instead she stays absently working, turning a spear about in her hands. ]