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[A week ago, Arthur left on his horse to explore the outer edge of the barrier more thoroughly than he had before. He didn't leave with much warning, hoping he would simply find a way out. But it was a week out in the cold and not too comfortable, but he'd dealt with worse while traveling with his knights throughout the Five Kingdoms. Even so, he was quite happy to be able to return to his apartment for a much needed bath. Fortunately he didn't need a servant to have a hot bath warmed up for him. One advantage of Luceti science, it seemed. Though he considered it only a moment's rest. He would need to resume his efforts later.

Today Arthur can be seen in town again for the first time in awhile, leading his horse into the market area. He's collecting supplies again, being a little more thorough than previously. He'd had to raid the New Feather stations more than once the last week, so he wasn't keen on doing that again. As always, he's in his chainmail, but that's covered with an extra long coat on top, concealing it for the most part. He's really not that good with the whole 'staying put' thing. Not while Camelot is in peril. But there's some things he wants to know before he heads out again. So his best bet is the journal, unfortunately. Something he's more or less been ignoring the past week. Well. Here he goes again.]

First of all, I know I'll be told what I'm doing is absolutely useless, so I don't need a reminder of that. What I'd like to know is how thoroughly the barrier around the mountains and ocean have been explored. Say what you will, but I don't believe any fortress is perfect. I intend to explore the outer edges of the mountain soon, so any information would be greatly appreciated.

Failing that, I'll require a ship to sail around the edge of the barrier. Would any such vessel be available?

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[Only because he's noticing a pattern. Only women want to help him.]

The fountain. [Cough.] The fountain would be good. [Even Arthur in all his medieval-ness knows the implication of meeting a woman in a restaurant like that.]

[Silly king, there are no such implications. Just a woman being silly bold in her politeness even for her time.]

I will see you there, Sir Arthur.

Right. Likewise.

[Well, it's a good thing he washed up before hitting the journals. He's more or less fit to be seen in public, though he straps on the chainmail and tucks his blade into his belt. He can never be too careful. He'll reach the plaza soon enough.]

[Elizabeth steps out into the air and heads for the fountain, House 7 not to far a trek all, and particularly less so without the burden of skirts. She finds it will be increasingly difficult to convince him of her post on the Britannia in them, and with that, she quickly dons her Chinese armour over her slip, down to the jian and cutlass at each hip. Only her hat is left behind, her hair hanging down over the leather that guards her chest and shoulders.

When she reaches the square, she keeps her eyes for someone who looks like a knight... and the chainmail is a bit of a giveaway. She smiles and calls to him.]

Sir Arthur, I presume?

[... well, that armor is certainly unusual. He doesn't quite expect the woman approaching to be the one he's waiting for until she's actually speaking to him. She actually reminds him of Morgause. Though that is not, perhaps, the greatest of similarities.]

I am. You must be Elizabeth, then.

[Her smile is warm as she approaches.]

Indeed I am. A pleasure to finally meet you here where a full acquaintance can be made.

[She does a small curtsey out of habit, hardly anything befitting someone before the king of England, but her knees bend slightly and her head nods for a brief display of respect. She is a lady, still, in some ways.]

[Well, she's certainly courteous. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was actually some sort of noble. In turn, he offers nothing more than the slightest nod of the head. He is, after all, a king.]

Likewise. That's... unusual armor that you're wearing. [The armor itself being unusual.]

[She looks down at her ensemble and back at him, her expression still bright.]

It is from the Orient. Singapore, specifically.

[Sailors are quite well travelled, king!]

Somewhere I've not heard of. Is it far? [From England, he supposes. Since they both seem to have that in common.]

Five months at sea, if not more. [She rests a hand atop the the pommel of her jian.]

I can't really imagine that much time on sea. [Not that he's ever crossed anything bigger than a very large lake.]

It was one of my longer journeys, that is for certain. Have you travelled much, Sir?

Where there is need of it. My duties have taken me all across Albion.

And here you seek to travel again. Do you find it your duty, here?

"To return to Camelot and my people? Nothing is more important than that." More now than ever. As long as his kingdom was in the hands of Morgana, then it was in great peril.

"Then I am happy to assist." She clasped her hands, ladylike before her garb. "What might I be of service for, Sir Arthur?"

He frowned a bit, realizing that there wasn't much he needed at the moment. This was just to remove the oddness of communicating through a magic book. "Honestly, without a crew, there's not much." There was a moment of pause as he considered. He didn't want to simply be wasting time here. "Well, there is one thing. I've never been out to sea and I've never been on a boat that needed sails. I'd be less in the way if I knew what everything was and what it was for."

"If you would accompany to the shore, Sir, I would make myself resourceful and give you a lesson, per se." She resisted the urge to shake her head. The once king of England seemed to have a touch of rash thought in him.

Regardless of that, she was willing to help. After all, she was not without her own rash decisions.

He nodded, feeling a bit better about where this was all going. He could use the lesson. Even if it did seem a bit odd to have it taught by a woman. "The ocean lies over the mountains. We'll need to make preparations for the crossing."

"There is a far shorter way. Have you been to the barracks yet?" She begins walking, slowly.

"I've been, but if you hadn't noticed, the barracks are in the wrong direction." Yet he followed reluctantly.

"I gather you've not been inside the buildings."

She sounded so amused, so very amused.

"There is a fantastical surprise waiting for you in there. A way of transportation that requires no traversing of mountains and is the most brief travel you will ever experience."

She flashed him a grin over her shoulder.

"You've yet to learn of the transporters, Sir Arthur."

He wore a suspicious look as he followed her. He could think of no vehicle that could enable travel so quickly. Perhaps he would be wrong, but this all sounded like one thing. Sorcery.

"No. I haven't. What are they?" His tone didn't hide the disapproval.

"Think of it as though there is a picture of where you want to go, a window that you can step through." She couldn't blame him for his suspicions. She had the benefit of previous engagements with what one might deem sorcery.

"An effortless step from one place to another. Rather fascinating thing the Malnosso gave us. The nervousness of utilising it goes with frequent walks through it, I suppose."

"Nervousness?" He immediately stopped, feeling insulted by the implication. "It wouldn't be nervousness that causes me to hesitate. What you're describing sounds like sorcery."

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[action] yay suprose

[action] yeeeeah, actually it was an accident

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[action] actually! The teleporters were built by Leon.

Oooops. Yay for wrong assumptions?

yup!

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