Malik A-Sayf | مالك السيف

[Do forgive the man as he tries not to snicker.]

It means you no harm, serah.

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[oh great, now voices were coming out of no where B( Malik looks around suspiciously again, though he's still trying to keep his eye on that scarecrow. When he finally notices the voice is coming from the dreamberry he is completely bamboozled.]

What- [He gives the scarecrow a warning look before kneeling slightly to get a better look at the dreamberry. No picking it up though, his one arm is keeping that blade up.] Who are you? Why does this... this thing speak?

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My name is Hawke, serah, and this device through which I am speaking is known as a "Dreamberry". They are common here, and used for communication, mostly.

[Don't feel bad, he freaked the first time his spoke to him, too.]

It's a machine, of sorts, and has much information you will find useful while here.

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A machine? [His Crusade Era mind is not happy, but as irate as he looks he seems to be listening.] I have seen strange artifacts, but none like this.

Hawke- I am Malik A-Sayf. Where am I? What- [The scarecrow bounces some more pretty carefree] ... what is this creature?

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[An amiable nod.] Well met, Serah Malik. This is the world of Somarium, a dream realm, as I'm given to understand, a world from which there is little chance of waking. At least, not by our desire.

[Pause.]

The creature there is a scarecrow, a native of this place. This one, apparently, means you no harm as it hasn't outright attacked. Most likely, it wants to share its bounty with you. Stand down, and let it approach.

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[Malik doesn't look like he particularly believes any of this but he does eventually put the blade away. Hey, if this weird thing was dangerous he could whip out some throwing knives fast enough, might as well see if this "Hawke" and this... thing were trustworthy.

He just eyes the scarecrow as it offers him an apple, which he stares at then carefully takes. Our friend the scarecrow hobbles off, leaving Malik looking a little confused and mostly disgruntled. He sighs and sits down next to the dreamberry.]

I had thought it a trick, but it seems you are true, Hawke. [For now at least B|a ] It will do me no favor to continue claiming all I see is impossible, as difficult as it is to keep those thoughts at bay. Why are we here? What purpose does such a vivid dream have?

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[Hawke doesn't take offense; indeed, he merely shrugs slightly.]

I have little reason to be otherwise, serah. I too am a recent arrival here, brought from my own dear and familiar land. Nor am I the only one; there are many others here, all from different realms and lands.

As to the why, that I cannot answer. No one seems to possess this knowledge, though not from a lack of asking. There are those who have also been here years, and still do not have the answer.

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[For a moment Altaïr could not believe he was hearing correctly, Malik here? But the video did not lie.]

Malik! You are here!

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[Malik sighs, turning the apple over.] Answers are so often in short supply it seems.

Thank you, Hawke, that... thing may have met a messy end otherwise. [He's just going to pocket the apple and stand, picking up the Dreamberry.] I am not sure where to go next.

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[He was really not a fan of this "dreamberry" and it's stolen voices, but when he hears Altaïr he perks up some.]

Altaïr? Impossible, you have been brought to this... this monstrous place as well?

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Those are not your enemies. This place has beasts enough for such.

I would advise you to find shelter of a sort; the village is probably near and there are many cottages empty there. Find a suitable place and furnish it; it will be yours for as long as you remain.

I...hm. But then, you may happen across another familiar to you. Ofttimes is the case. Or so I'm told.

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[Cesare thinks waking up in a flooded field was, just maybe, preferable to facing moving scarecrows. He feels for you, man. He looks and sounds irritated on Malik's behalf.]

You will find such sorcery and worse is commonplace here, difficult as that is to fathom.

I take it you are new here.

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[It's the name of the city that catches Desmond's attention at first. And then he recognizes the accent, the voice and certainly the tone. It's probably a bad idea to talk to the man, but before he can think clearly, a curse leaves his lips, because this is getting unbelievable.]

Ho-holy shit!...

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[Malik really hates this talking box, every time he hears a new voice it makes him nervous. Obviously this was some terrible witchcraft of some sort and-

... that face.

Cue the most suspicious look you have every received Desmond.] What- Who are you?

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It gave me an apple. [He does not sound pleased in the slightest at this. Obviously this apple was full of witchcraft or something he didn't want to fathom. He glances a little testily at the dreamberry. He really didn't trust these things at all B( ]

New- yes. I have been told I am in a world of dreams, and truly that must have some truth in it as everything I have yet seen can only be the product of the mind. [he glares over at the scarecrows hanging around happily.] A warped mind, perhaps.

You are another taken to this place?

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I see- so this place does wish us to remain here. Why else would it allow such a thing. [sigh.] I am not certain this is not the result of some madness entering my mind.

Familiar? And they are to be trusted?

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To trust or not, well...that, serah, would be up to you.

If you are in dire need of shelter, however, I have plenty of space at my residence. You are more than welcome to join us, provided you have no aversion to a rather large and exuberant hound.

Edited Date: 2011-08-05 11:15 pm (UTC)

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Yes, sad for me though it is, it was only two weeks past that I was in your place now. [Figuratively speaking.

Cesare gives a put-upon sigh and tucks some hair behind his ear.]

Part of my mind still instructs me on the fallacy of this entire place and that I am, in actuality, dreaming it all. What is real and what is not? Does it matter? I am beginning to wonder.

Hn.

I am Cesare Borgia.

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I am. It is a quite interesting place. [If by interesting you mean he still thinks he's crazy.]

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[Malik is with you on the crazy part :T ] Interesting? It is madness- a man made of straw and wood gave me an apple, Altair! [He's a bit disgruntled right now, excuse him]

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Has every soul in this mad land been taken so recently?

[He just frowns and stays quiet a moment- he needs some time to let all this sink in. And by sink in I mean ponder then reject a few more times before he can accept it. Rotten, no good sorcery.] I have heard it said nothing is true. Perhaps this is simply further proof of that.

[He nods.] And I am Malik A-Sayf. Your tone is foreign, where do you hail from Cesare Borgia?

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An apple? I received a dagger. [Much, much more useful.]

Where are you? I shall come.

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[he snorts] If that creature had hobbled it's way to me with a dagger I would not have given it the chance to show peaceful intentions.

I am uncertain. It is a field- [He lifts the dreamberry, giving it an odd look before panning it around. Obviously this video thing was some sort of magic mirror so this would totally work.]

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I did not encounter a creature you described. I awoke here, with it nearby.[And now his voice becomes a bit more cautious, obviously testing the waters and wondering if this Malik is the one he knows. There had been no insults, but...] I had believed it to be another illusion.

I will consult the map I have. Find where you are.

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