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Not on Nirn Anymore 1.1/?
Date: 2014-04-23 04:10 pm (UTC)"How do you know who I am?" he demanded, looking as though he wanted to run me through but wasn't sure how dangerous a seventeen year-old girl could be.
I laughed kind of nervously. "It's a long story. Like, a really long story. And you probably wouldn't believe me anyway." How was I supposed to explain I'd seen him in my favorite video game? How was I going to explain a video game in the first place? A tv?
I was going to need some help.
Glancing around quickly to ensure nobody had seen us - it wouldn't be too much trouble to pass Vilkas off as a goth cosplayer or something, but it'd be easier if I didn't have to explain at all - I pulled the tall Nord behind me into the house.
"Gotta call Shay," I mumbled distractedly to myself. "Look, I'll explain as well as I can in a minute, but... There's a lot to cover, to say the least. I'm going to recruit some help," I told him, pulling my cell out of my pocket.
"You're leaving?"
I glanced up at the Nord from where I was finding Shay's contact on my phone and grimaced. "Ah, no. You won't get it if I tell you. I just... Give me a minute, and I can explain - hopefully - and we can try to figure out how to get you back."
The gruff man crossed his arms but remained silent as my phone rang and rang, until I thought it was headed straight to voicemail - curse my luck - and Shay picked up. "Oh, thank god," I said into the phone. "Look, I need you to come over. Like, now. You won't believe it unless you see for yourself." Thankfully, it wouldn't take her long - she did live down the street. And in the meantime, I could begin explaining things to my confused companion.
Shay sighed. "I'll be right over. This better be important."
I glanced at Vilkas. "You have no idea." I'd barely jabbed the end call button with my thumb when a question came from my displaced charge.
"What was the purpose of speaking into that box?"
No cell phones on Nirn. Right.
"It's a cell phone," I said lamely. Like that explained anything. "Basically, what it does is allow two - or more - people who are too far away to speak communicate. Because it's cellular, I can take it and use it anywhere. If that makes sense."
I could practically see the cogs turning in his brain - at least Vilkas liked to learn, right? Right - but he just nodded briefly.
Oh, where did I even begin?
"You've got to have a lot of questions, and I'll try to answer them - and I'm sure Shay will too, when she gets here - but first things first. You look completely out of place here." I sighed. "I'm not gonna sugar coat it. As I mentally noted earlier, you look kind of like a medieval knight crossed with a goth - ah, that's someone who wears lots of dark makeup and talks about death and how meaningless life is - cosplayer - someone who dresses up as a character from a book or something. Like if you were to dress up as the lusty Argonian maid and act all depressed!" I smiled, pleased with my simile.
Vilkas appeared less amused. I rolled my eyes and directed him down the stairs - no use in standing on the landing for all eternity.
"Just sit on the couch - the green thing with flowers, yep - and make yourself comfortable."
He looked anything but.
I'd almost offered him a drink - there was no mead in the house, but maybe he'd like a beer? - when the doorbell rang. Oh, thank goodness; Shay was here.
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I have to apologize for my lack of experience writing first person, but I hope this is at least relatively enjoyable regardless. :)