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The Spanish Inquisition said:
"Are you Russian," he asked, "or do you just have a Russian name?"
"What? No. My master just liked the name Ivan." He turned to Vissarion.
"Any idea what he's talking about?"
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"We come from a variety of homelands," Vissarion told Mitya; "but some unknown power is making us able to understand each other's words--though NOT able to understand the native people, except that Jade can. So we're bound to puzzle each other sometimes by talking of things from our own homes. As for the part about an Elf: Ivan here was hurt once by a wicked Elf, and when you stirred the bushes we thought it might be that Elf and I was ready to fight him."
 
"'Cause I'm pretty much useless," said Ivan with a grin, "No fancy sword or super-powers here. Just this." He tossed the dagger from one hand to another.
Mitya looked at the weapon with distaste.
"Fighting is bad," he said, "I can't stand violence. My little brother's only six, and he's tougher than I am." he shrugged.
 
"Mitya," said Vissarion gently, "if all you say is 'Fighting is bad,' you're not paying any attention to the _difference_ between someone who _starts_ a fight, and someone who is _forced_ to defend himself or defend someone he cares about. That's not fair. But I'll agree with you that _picking_ a fight is very bad."
 
"I guess," Mitya said slowly, "But I'd much rather die than inflict pain on someone."
"Then you're stupid," snapped Ivan, "You don't know how many people I killed to stay alive."
 
"I've killed bigger enemies than he ever did," said Vissarion to Mitya, "but I understand your wish to hurt no one."
 
"I wasn't bragging or anything," said Ivan, "I was merely telling this kid the truth. I've killed people. Lots of people, and I don't feel sorry about it at all. I did what I had to. I'd be dead now, otherwise."
"But isn't it better to be dead than to hurt someone? The only way I'd ever hurt someone is if they'd attacked someone who I loved."
"You don't know what you're talking about. When you get attacked unexpectedly, your mind goes crazy. You hardly know what you do, until you realize you've killed a man." He looked down at Mitya, "Or a child."
"Was that a threat?"
"It was a truth." And Ivan said nothing more.
 
"Excuse me gentlemen," Jade came in, her dirty blond hair tied in a bun, "But king here would like to honor you. He wonders what food you wish to be served."


(ooc some visuals for ya'll

Jade:
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Meridia:
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Veragoe:
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"I can't speak for the others, but I can eat almost anything. By the way, we've got another dimensional castaway. Mitya, this is Jade, the nice lady I told you about, the one who is able to speak to the people who belong here."
 
"Oh hello there," she said extending her hand, then looking back at Vissarion "and I dont think the king can handle "anything". He seems very intent on getting what you want. Verra and I like honey bread and duck meat, would that suit you?"
 
"I've never had duck, but it sounds find to me, 'nice lady,'" Ivan grinned nastily.
"Hi," Mitya shook her hand, "And I don't care what I eat, so long as it's cooked thouroughly. And isn't too fatty."
 
The Spanish Inquisition said:
"I've never had duck, but it sounds find to me, 'nice lady,'" Ivan grinned nastily.
"Hi," Mitya held out a hand to shake, "And I don't care what I eat, so long as it's cooked thouroughly. And isn't too fatty."
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Jade sighed, but with a smile, "Duck meat and honey bread it is then...Meri will be so displeased..." she thought for a moment about her friend's odd taste in food then a broad smile stretched across her face.
 
"The bread and meat are fine; tell them I ask for some kind of fruit or vegetable also if available. And also tell them--if you judge it to be helpful--that I admire his people for their courage, not allowing themselves to be driven away from their land by fear of the mysterious castle over there."
 
"What's in the castle?"
"Big monsters that eat little kids who ask questions."
"For what it's worth, I'm not little. I'm 14."
"You're littler than me."
"That's because you're an adult."
"Hardly an adult. I don't act like it. I'm an old man."

"I don't think Ivan likes me much, Mr. Vissy," Mitya said, "Did I say something offensive?"
 
Copperfox said:
"The bread and meat are fine; tell them I ask for some kind of fruit or vegetable also if available. And also tell them--if you judge it to be helpful--that I admire his people for their courage, not allowing themselves to be driven away from their land by fear of the mysterious castle over there."
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The Spanish Inquisition said:
"What's in the castle?"
"Big monsters that eat little kids who ask questions."
"For what it's worth, I'm not little. I'm 14."
"You're littler than me."
"That's because you're an adult."
"Hardly an adult. I don't act like it. I'm an old man."

"I don't think Ivan likes me much, Mr. Vissy," Mitya said, "Did I say something offensive?"
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"Ok will do. Im sure they'll be overjoyed to know that the "gods" think they're brave," she turned to Mitya, "dont worry he hates pretty much everyone," she said as she scowled at Ivan.
 
"I do not hate everybody. I simply don't like kids. Or know-it-all magic girls. Or people who are too nice. Even if I DO like people, why should I bother being nice? I'd rather be honest."
 
Vissarion patted Ivan's shoulder. "As long as you don't speak out of an aggressive intent to do definite HARM, there might not be too much cause for worry in you being frank--especially since the natives don't know what you're saying."
 
"I don't threaten unless I mean it. It would be a lie, otherwise. And lying in the lowest, most despicable thing a person can do." He glanced at Mitya, who seemed to be talking to himself.
"Boy's crazy. He won't last long. I'll bet the natives will eat him. These aren't canibals, right?"
 
Vissarion told the boy, "No, they're not cannibals. Any ANYONE seeking to do you any undeserved violence will have to get through me first."
 
The Spanish Inquisition said:
"I do not hate everybody. I simply don't like kids. Or know-it-all magic girls. Or people who are too nice. Even if I DO like people, why should I bother being nice? I'd rather be honest."
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The Spanish Inquisition said:
"I don't threaten unless I mean it. It would be a lie, otherwise. And lying in the lowest, most despicable thing a person can do." He glanced at Mitya, who seemed to be talking to himself.
"Boy's crazy. He won't last long. I'll bet the natives will eat him. These aren't canibals, right?"
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"It isn't magic," Jade rolled her eyes, but decided not to go into it, "And you just dont know what you're talking about. These people are not canibles, you'd get that if you opened up that thick skull of yours."
 
Mitya smiled.
"I feel safer, then." He looked at Vissarion's sword.
"Is that real?"
"No, it's made of cheese." Ivan couldn't resist answering.
"It's just that weapons aren't legal to carry around where I come from," Mitya explained.


Ivan glared at Jade.
"I'm sorry. I should have gone to school and got an education. To bad I was raised IN A CAGE!"
 
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