Log:Harvestmen Chat
| Harvestmen Chat | |
|---|---|
Privet. No trouble. Rain is water this time, then? | |
| Participants | 29 May, 2018 The recruit meets the regular at the Harvestmen's hollow. |
| Location | |
| The cavern of Kerrigan's Sacrifice. Something that passes for rain passes through the sky outside, with even the hedge beasts avoiding it. Beatrice is no different, making a rare appearance to practice her form with the equipment in the cavern. The hulking mortal Harvestwoman doesn't normally show up in the hollow unannounced, but it isn't unheard of. A glance to the entrance gives the clear impression that when the weather turns, she'll be off again. Doing whatever it is she does. Well after Beatrice's entrance is one made by Raymond. He was not as prepared for the rain on this side of reality, and is currently soaked. He was wearing a red hooded jacket with a sock on the front of it, jeans, and dirtied boots. Despite how cold it should be he appears to be doing well enough. Doubly so for the heat that radiates around him. He stops for a moment, turning his gaze up and up to look at Beatrice. He clears his throat to announce himself properly. "Hello, ma'am. I'm not interrupting anything am I?" The practice routine Beatrice is going through gets halted at the entry, a few moments taken to size up Raymond. The decision on whether this will be a peaceful encounter takes perhaps a second longer than it should. Beatrice's accent is heavily Russian. "Privet. No trouble. Rain is water this time, then?" She looks over Raymond's clothes before glancing past him. "Never sure here." She takes a step towards Raymond, large hand extended in an effort at sociability. "Beatrice Miller." She has been on the roster for the Harvestmen for a few years now under the nickname Beats. "It's regular rain, but it's heavy." Raymond pulls at his jacket, and the effort looks to be taking more than should be needed for a little water. "I guess it's my fault for not getting an umbrella or-" He stops, lifting his hand to meet Beatrice's. "Good afternoon, Miss Miller, and I can't say I've seen the roster." His hand is calloused with a few scars here and there, his grip unable to truly match that of the taller woman's. "Raymond Robert Rhodes, Recruit." Beatrice examines Raymond's hand and forearm as they shake, nodding agreeably. Her own hand has a share of toughened skin, but is free of notable scars. She releases Raymond's hand, turning to move back to where she was practicing as she does. "Unfortunately that we need new recruits. Good that we have them. I am not very often keeping up with what is going on here, but it is usually terrible. Be careful." "Unfortunately?" Raymond echoes with a slight cant of his head. "There's always a fight to be had," says the Summer. "Better the people around for it are the ones trained for it, or least want that fight." Raymond is quick to flash a smile as he moves to look over the place properly. "I appreciate the warning by the way, but I expect danger anywhere a lot of us congregate." He then stops, pointing at the horns atop his head. "You can see these, I'm gonna guess, but you look normal." Beat. "No offense." Beatrice lifts an eyebrow at being called normal, a slow smirk coming over her features. "Offense taken. You will learn that looks are not important with time. Only results." Raymond nods slowly at her words, still nonplussed as he looks to her. "I'm used to all kinda of weirdness with the Wyrd. There's ones like November on a whole other level, but people like my sister-in-law that look close to normal. Really close except for the one or two things that'll throw you." "I will answer your real question. Yes, I am human." A small shrug as Beatrice adjusts and repositions the training dummy. "Is that problem?" Raymond shakes his head, still sizing up Beatrice. Her response brings about an obvious note of clarity to the Changeling as he nods in understanding now. "No, not a problem. I've just never really knew normal people could see us is all." He chuckles at the thought. "I'd sooner have believed that anyone normal that saw us would either run for their lives or try to get a mob gathered up." That gets a small snort from Beatrice. "There are contracts, they allow people to see. No, not contract. Different word." Beatrice waves it off with one hand. "Not important. I am not normal, I require no contract to see. I just do. My enemies cannot hide behind masks. I will find them, in time." Beatrice gestures to Raymond. "You do not have choice about being in freehold. You need protection, but you choose to be harvestman as well. That is a choice I recognize and respect. Live long, make many privateers suffer." Raymond was opening his mouth on the first subject, but shakes his head as his attention leaves Beatrice once more. "I take it, then, that you're after privateers? If that's the case I believe we'll get along mighty fine, Ms. Miller. But, and this is just me hazarding a guess, the ones we're after may be from different stock." A shrug follows as his gaze turns to practice weaponry. Beatrice considers Raymond's words, allowing the conversation to lapse and turning to resume the practice she was doing before he came in. It is light impact martial arts, nothing fancy. His gaze falls on a wooden facsimile of a sword, and then he's off to retrieve something else in the place. Raymond eventually comes up with a shield, although it doesn't look to be in the best shape in the world. He moves his arm around after getting it through the shield, testing out the weight of it before he gets to a dummy. The wooden blade is lifted up to it, measuring as he speaks again. "You wouldn't happen to know who the captain is, would you? I haven't had much luck in finding them out in the wild." "I have not met the current Glavnyy. I am told they are a metal man, perhaps does not want to rust." Beatrice shifts to a different style in her routine, but is still doing basic moves and techniques. Rote practice, important but not very exciting to watch. "Do you have a Lieutenant yet?" Raymond's movements are fluid and seamless. There's nary a hint of wasted momement as he goes about whacking the dummy with sword and shield, slowing when Beatrice question comes. He shakes his head for the negative, gaze turned to the floor for a beat. "Not right now, no. I was told that I'd be with one that's the right pick. Not really sure what that means, though." Beatrice grunts. "It means they don't know how you fight." Beatrice takes a break from her own routine, walking over to the entrance to stare out of the cave. "There are those who sneak, there are those who are dangerous like glass, and those who do not easily die. It is better if someone is all three, but they try to put same with same in the past. Then same with different. I do not pretend to know how the current captain decides, you will be given someone or you will not." Raymond's practice steadily slows as she speaks. He appears further confused at the end of it, and just simply nods. "That is, um, good to know. I think. I'll have to make sure to look for a metal man asap. That shouldn't be too hard unless they got some tricks up their sleeve. I hope." Beatrice eyes the sky a little longer. "Ask the crown. You should know how to find the crown. Good luck, recruit." And out she goes, back into the Hedge. > Tue May 29 17:19:24 2018 < | |
