The modern world || Bastien

It was safe to say that Eleanor had been enjoying this conversation. It was fortunate that her first friend was someone so kind, or at least someone that informed her about things she needed to know - general things like how modern contraptions worked, who to avoid and so on. In the long run, it would more than likely be helpful to her, and Eleanor was grateful for his having given her such information. Some of which delighted her as it would a ten year old child. And so, the smile on her face looked like it. The blonde carried on smiling as she listened intently to his words. So campers preferred to use the more "old-fashioned" weapons, or rather "medieval" as he put it. Now that itself was a comforting thought. At least she wouldn't be deemed strange if she had tried some of these weapons out for the first time, though her inexperience might be a little more loud than the actual use of them. Soon, her smile faltered again. "Oh, dear..." she started with. "There are many?" And that was when the worry truly started. At least before if she had run into a robber on the road, it was nothing, she would give them what money she had and they would be on their way without their sword having touched her. Not that this had ever actually happened. Eleanor had merely heard of such things and honestly, sometimes her imagination tended to run a little wild. But now, knowing that there were irresponsible people outside of camp with weapons that could kill without effort. "Do you... come across many of these people outside of camp?" She asked, perhaps a little nervously. Clearly she was worried about it. Probably more than was normal. And though she didn't exactly intend on leaving camp, she knew that if impulse drove her to, she'd have to ensure it was safe for her to do. 

Her smile became faint after this, but it still rang with the same innocence as it always did as she listened to his words. So fighting could be avoided if one stayed within camp, now that seemed reasonable. "I understand..." she said somewhat quietly, but it was still audible. It was clear it was something she didn't want to do, but this was mostly because she was something of a gentle soul. It would be difficult for her to inflict pain upon anyone, even if it was a monster of sorts. What if they appeared like a frail child? What could she do? And on top of that, she would have to wear armor, which was a peculiar thought in itself. "I will try to learn, if it means my safety. I would not want to be so quickly in danger after only shortly arriving here." How long could she put it off though, that was the real question. Indeed, she would try to learn, but it would probably be a while until she actually picked up a weapon. Until then she would stick to books and observation. That was... an okay thing to do, surely? After all, she was learning about the use of weapons without hurting anyone. Though soon, the girl looked back up at him, that smile returning to her face. "I can learn." At least there she sounded a little sure. Soon, her hands rubbed her face and she swallowed, trying to think of herself in a fight. How quickly would she be knocked down, or even killed? Especially by a monster. By a demon. Eleanor had never seen one before, or at least she thought she hadn't. Even still, she had only just arrived. The last thing she would want was for her life in camp to be so short lived it after having been trapped for hundreds of years. "Though I have probably tempted Fate already, just by being in this day and age." A slight hint of anxiety, yet also that of jest was clear in what she had said. Which was evident in her following slightly nervous laughter. This was all new to her, clearly the girl was still scared, as she had been since her arrival at camp. It was just whether this was obvious or not. Soon, the smith continued talking and Eleanor smiled again, relaxing once again. It had gotten to the point now where the sound of his voice was getting her back to reality. After all, it had been that voice which had warned her of the dangers in camp and assured her of how to keep safe. It seemed a safe voice to her. Though her smile somehow appeared more delighted at his comment, strangely enough. But she said nothing more and continued to listen. "That is understandable," she said, the hint of joy remaining in her voice. Though then, she laughed just a little. She knew the being 'nosey' applied to her, since that was exactly what she had done. Being curious about something had led to her to learn more, though it was mostly the sound of home that brought her here. Instead, she kept her smile going, "I suppose you have a lot of work given to you then, in this forge?" The question probably answered itself. In part, Eleanor wondered if he was okay with people just coming to him for a weapon or whatever and if anyone ever just came for a conversation. In fact, the reason she herself had been drawn here was because of that link to home, though talking to him had more than satisfied her need for it.

Bastien had smiled and Eleanor's look of delight increased just a little. She liked this effect her words had had on him, it wasn't common for her to make someone smile in such a way. Or even laugh. Though soon, her expression displayed admiration as she continuously thought about this wondrous ability. "Oh, of course." The blonde commented, "my mistake. I forgot of the common use of black magic in sorcery, and this is far too beautiful for such a thing." Clearly, it was like a child reading the exciting parts in a storybook. She was excited still and she gazed lovingly at the flame whilst it was there. "Though I suppose it must come with great responsibility, to wield such a marvelous power..." The blonde remained in awe even after it had gone, though she had looked up at him with the same expression on her face - that look of elation, fascination and delight. Despite her words of their having to be a substantial amount of responsibility. Suddenly fearful of the thought that things might be similar in the modern world that they had been at home. With the condemnation of magic and so on. The daughter of Athena quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and broke into a whisper, audible enough for him, whilst looking around to see no one was listening. After having done so, her gaze fixed on him. "Are you supposed to keep such a power a secret? At least among your siblings? I suppose all demigods possess similar powers, but with this being so rare? I would never tell anyone, even if you do not wish me to." Quickly then she shook her head and smiled again. Though such powers were highly unlikely to be considered taboo, she had to make sure. It was far too beautiful anyway. Though having grown up in a society where such abilities would not have been so well... appreciated, probably by anyone but her, she couldn't be too sure. Once considered a friend, Eleanor would become to be considerably loyal and trustworthy. Despite how childlike she may seem for a woman who was, in actuality, ancient. In reality, her childlike demeanor had been a result of her excitement for the changes of modern life and magic that this man had equipped. Though her innocence was likely to be something that lasted for much longer. Then Master Bastien began to speak again, in response to the worrying questions she had asked, his answered caused a little frown to appear upon her lips. "Oh dear..." she started, sounding a little anxious about it. "How can they be so cruel as to tamper with love like that?" Indeed, this was more for the fact that Eleanor was afraid she was going to be targeted for such a thing. It meant she had to stay as far away as possible from children of Aphrodite for fear of risking herself as a target. If she was going to find love here, she would rather it be genuine and not toyed with. Was that too much to ask?
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OOC: She's too innocent to put into words, I think. xD I like how she's coming across to him though, I hope it's not too different in this one. xD I do love these two. ;'D I got her to think about it too. >: D She's thinking she won't leave unless on impulse, and that's what I plan on making her do. xD I've already planned how she's gonna end up crossing the borders. Too excited. I'm looking forward to her seeing the real Bastien though, and you know what, I don't think she'll think of him badly or anything. ;3 <3 In fact, she'll probably feel a little concerned. Especially if he started punishing himself like you said he tends to. D: Also, sorry for replying so quickly, but my muse is killing me. As can be seen in the fact that this is an awfully long post. >_> I hope this is okay, if you want me to change anything, tell me. xD <3 As much as I am completely in love with this thread, tell me if/when you want Eleanor to pull out and for me to start the next one. xD <3 
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It was certainly relieving having Master Bastien answer her questions, especially with such a reassuring tone. And though some of what he said was a little worrying, the way he said it and the fact that he was informing her of what she needed to know made her feel much safer, and more comfortable. As she listened, the blonde nodded slowly. She was so far understanding what he was saying. Though that was when her thoughts paused. 'North America?' She had thought about it for a moment or two. It was where they must be. This certainly wasn't England anymore, and she knew that. Everyone had adopted accents largely unknown to her and the countryside itself seemed a little different, some how. So perhaps it was another continent? Like Europe? She had never really been taught Geography, bar the main countries involved in Crown politics. Meaning anything that wasn't exactly in Europe was largely unknown to her. For a moment or two, she wondered if this place was close to Europe. If it would take much effort to hop from one continent to the other, to visit home... perhaps one last time. Nevertheless, that was not the point. It seemed this... 'North America' wasn't the safest of places. There were many irresponsible people with weapons. Though it sounded like rural areas were much safer to be, which meant that if Eleanor ever found herself leaving camp impulsively, despite warnings not to, she wouldn't be shot down and robbed within the first few minutes. And at that, a smile blossomed upon her lips. The girl was certainly worrying a little less about the topic, and she still felt moderately safer than she had done in the first few hours of finding this new world. Such a feeling had increased upon what the smith had said. To which, her smile warmed. The daughter of Athena could certainly see his point. The thing was with Bastien, was that Eleanor strongly felt, despite having never seen it, that he was good with his weapon of choice. In which case, it was understandable why people would hold back from threatening him or, as he said, "try anything stupid". "I understand," was all she said on the topic, with a slight nod of the head, of course. 

For a moment or two, besides being tempted to procrastinate with training by doing research by other means, Eleanor tried to imagine the sort of weapon she would be using. Was she more of an archery type of girl? Or close-combat with a sword and shield? Whatever it was, she was sure she'd be better with any of those than a gun. Soon, however, she snapped back into reality and focused on the matter at hand. 'You will learn and you will succeed.' Master Bastien had said to her, his words still sounding ever so reassuring. As a result, Eleanor's smile widened. Of course it had made her happy. For someone she had really only just met to already have such confidence in her abilities. Maybe he was just saying it to comfort her, maybe not. Either way, it felt like a motivating kick up the backside. Of course she could do it. She was a daughter of Athena, and the daughter of a Duke. If anything was in her blood, it was going to be fighting abilities. One might hope. "I would like to think so. I suppose it just comes from trying it out, and seeing what is best suited for me." And what would she try first? Probably archery. Long distance combat seemed a little more comfortable, though if she discovered she didn't like it she'd move onto something else. Nevertheless, she wasn't exactly sure about who to speak to if she needed resources for archery combat, but if there was an archery field somewhere like there had been at home, then surely the people she would want to speak to were going to be there in all their excellence. Upon the rest of his words, Eleanor nodded with a simple smile. "Thank you for the advice, I will be sure to follow it." 

So the smith had answered her question with a fair amount of detail, after which Eleanor nodded in understanding again. He was certainly a master blacksmith by the sound of it. Looking after the younger ones who needed help with how to use the forge, perhaps creating weapons and armor of such magnificence. There was no doubt that he was the master of the forge, at least. Especially the way in which he seemed so responsible about it all. Plus, there was his workload, which, to quote Master Bastien, there was a "fair amount of." For a moment, the blonde found herself wondering about how he dealt with it all, but another part of her just assured her that he would have done so with diplomacy.

Upon her claiming that such a great power must come with such responsibility, Eleanor saw the smith grin. He even chuckled a little, and for a moment, Eleanor found herself wondering about it. Had she just unintentionally joked? Or quoted something? Or was the power really not so dangerous as she thought? Since it was fire, however, it seemed likely not to be the latter option. Soon, upon Bastien's summing the great responsibility up into a sentence, Eleanor herself grinned as he had said it so dramatically that it even caused Eleanor to laugh a little. It wasn't exactly a joke she understood, but in reality, she had loved the way he put it. Serious or not. It seemed he was enjoying what he was saying, so the female didn't feel as though she was in dangerous territory by laughing at his statement. Afterwards he shook his head, and Eleanor was soon just smiling again. So he had made it into a joke, and it seemed as though what she had said was a jest of some kind. Though she wasn't exactly sure as to what, she decided to just go along with it. The way he had put it had amused her anyway. As for the question about remaining it a secret, his answer made her relax. "I shall retain your element of surprise, Master Bastien Cavanaugh." The female quickly grinned again. Of course, it didn't seem as serious here as it used to be, but Eleanor liked the idea of being trusted with a secret, and so she had promptly decided for it to be a secret that she should keep. "I swear to you that I shall never inform the enemy of what you are capable of. You will forever have the upper hand." And with that came a quick and small bow of the head. Even with her words she had attempted to make it sound a little more dramatic than it actually was, though she wasn't sure if she had succeeded with it. By now, anyway, it was clear that Eleanor had gotten to understand that things concerning magic weren't so much a problem any more, and so she had decided to jest a little. Just to joke. Quickly following her statement, the girl laughed just a little again. A refreshing sound, it seemed. At least to her. Just by laughing it made Eleanor feel moderately happier, she didn't feel so alone with someone here to talk to either. After having done so, the female bit her lip and smiled helplessly, it was clear that she was enjoying this. All of it. There was no doubt that she was cheering up considerably. Despite her having jested about it, it was clear Eleanor did not once doubt his capabilities in combat. As a master smith, a master of weaponry, Eleanor personally felt he'd be one of the best. Though this she didn't actually put into words. And she doubted she would ever get to see such a thing for herself, especially if this man was often busy in the forge. Indeed, what was there to say that she would ever speak to him again after this? The fact that he is your friend, muttered a reassuring voice in the back of her mind. Since the thought of her never speaking to a friend again, given what had recently happened, was the last thing she wanted to think about. So she had tried to distract herself with other things, or even just on Bastien with that friendly smile of his.

"Good intentions..." The daughter of Athena had started, her voice quiet and her face looking down at the floor as she did, "often do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack true understanding." And then she swallowed. It was a good point. Something else she had heard was that the road to hell was paved with good intentions. But that seemed to be blowing his point way out of proportions, that and it seemed all too cynical. However, it was always better to be safe than sorry. By then, Eleanor looked back up at the smith with a slight smile. "I think I might try to avoid them anyway..." The words were muttered hesitantly, though still audibly. "I would... rather not be part of an experiment like that..." Pausing for a second, she added, "surely they must truly understand individual characters and compatibility before attempting such a thing?" Perhaps that was why it didn't always seem like their intentions were good. Indeed, though Eleanor would have accepted being put with a man who her brother strategically chose for her, which she would have done so without choice, in a time like this, it felt a chance to start anew. And for her, she rather liked the idea of true love. Knowing a person beforehand, knowing their habits, their qualities, their past, and still loving them for who they were. It seemed like a children's story just to speak of love in such a way, but it was nice to dream. At least for now.
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OOC: Never feel bad. These two are just perfect. xD <3 And yaaaay! <3 As much as I love this thread, I feel thread two isn't far. xD I was going to add something else in but I felt it only suitable for the end of the thread 'cause when I typed it it sounded as though she was going to leave. xD Anyway, I'm not writing down the word count for this because ngl, it's considerably high. >_> I hope it's okay anyway. Eleanor's lightening up a lot more, and though she may not have exactly gotten his joke as such... she still found it amusing. xD <3 
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