OoC: Seeing as the battles over want to introduce your character Arrogancy? or some other time?
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Joe put his sword horizontally in between his hands, and started to squeeze it. In a bright flash and a loud bang. the sword disappeared. "Still pisses me off I didn't get to use it..."
Another tear in reality emerged and a tall and rather drunk young man fell through. He groaned and slowly began to pick himself up. "I need a new skull." He said, clutching at his head after removing his broad-brimmed black hat. The green coat he wore was well-made, but plain, though there were a few nicks and cuts in it that hadn't been patched yet. Mat got up, leaning heavily on his black, blade-headed spear. He wasn't familiar with where he was and there was an odd man without depth in front of him. "What did I get myself into now?" He muttered. "Who are you?" Mat addressed the other man, mentally getting ready for a fight. From experience, that was almost certainly what was going to follow, sooner or later.
"What?! Where the hell did you come from?!" Joe stumbled back. Did this guy come from my sword!?
"Oh Magical Sword being... What do you want?!" Joe threw his hands in the air.
"Oh Magical Sword being... What do you want?!" Joe threw his hands in the air.
The man without depth seemed to be hysterical, about what Mat couldn't guess. He said something about a sword, but it didn't make sense. Still, he was being accommodating, and that was a pleasant change of pace. "Who are you?" Mat asked, "And where am I? I don't remember stepping through another gateway."
Will was about to put his weapons away as he heard Joe complaining about not getting to use his sword when some stranger appeared before them. "I am General William T. Sherman. Who are you?" he said.
The spirit must have been confused Joe thought. "I'm Joe! Joe, the guy that can never die! Um... well right now we are at a University, we were talking to a mouse guy, but he seems to be gone now. I hope I didn't offend you, spirit of the sword, by breaking my saber... I can make a new one if you want!"
'A general?' Mat thought, with his luck, it was probably an officer from Illian, or someone else who had a reason to want him dead. "My name is Thom." Mat said, it was good to have a knack for lying, it had saved him more than once, "Thom Grinwell, I'm a hunter for the Horn of Valere." That was true enough, perhaps too true. However, no one even knew that the Horn had been found, let alone that Mat knew where it was. Unless he was a darkfriend, they seemed to know everything about him.
Mat blinked at the stick man, Joe. It was obvious he was mad. "No, I'm not a spirit of a sword, nor do I want you to make a new one." University? As far as Mat knew there were only a handful that Rand had set up, one in Cairhein, one in Tear, and one in Andor. This place resembled none of them. Where exactly was he?
"So, I didn't summoned a hunter of a Horn of Valere with my sword..." Joe looked disappointed.
"No, sorry." Mat said. "Now, would someone please tell me precisely where I am and how I can get back to my world?" The last time he had visited another world, Mat had been lucky enough to live to regret it. His own world my be trying to kill him, but he could at least count on what they would use to kill him. In other worlds he didn't know the rules. That put him at the mercy of everyone else.
"I don't think so Joe." Will said. "Well son, none of the information you just gave means anything to me or my companions, but as long as your not a villain or a monster of some kind I welcome you. I don't really know any way for you to get home, but you might as well come with us. If anyone is going to figure it out, it will most likely be one of us." he said to the stranger.
Mat shrugged. They didn't seem like they were going to kill him, but appearances were often deceiving. That was a lesson he'd learned repeatedly. "I'm no monster." Mat replied, "And if there's no other way back then I'll be glad to join you." Mat glanced toward the General. A dozen questions flicked through his mind, 'how large is your command, how many of each category of soldier, who are you fighting, who do you intend to fight, how well-supplied are you?' and on and on. Mat suppressed those thoughts. He wasn't a general, no matter who claimed he was.
Moments before Arrogancy's post above
"Hey quit copying me!" Joe starts doing multiple poses, all of which William matches perfectly.
"Hey look! A distraction!" Joe points in a random direction. William looks to find nothing.
"So about that handshake." Joe extends his hand again.
"Hey quit copying me!" Joe starts doing multiple poses, all of which William matches perfectly.
"Hey look! A distraction!" Joe points in a random direction. William looks to find nothing.
"So about that handshake." Joe extends his hand again.
"Joe appears to be in a particularly strange mood right now. It's best to just ignore his words...and actions." Will said as Joe did several strange poses, which he did NOT copy.