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[got-carter.livejournal.com]

The thing about the desert it is all looks the same after a while. One man and one horse plodded along almost aimlessly for it was a path they had been on for many days. From the dunes of sand to the hard packed ground, Carter was certain that they should have reached the camp by now. They should have reached it days ago. A sand storm had sprung up, yes, but his mount knew the way.. he knew the way back to King Richard's camp. Just something wasn't right about all of this.

Raising his hand he wiped at his dirty face with the sleeve of his tunic. He barely seemed to notice as sand gave way to grass and the clop of his horses hooves grew dimmer. Maybe he thought he was dreaming things- could well have been from all that Carter could remember since he began his ride. Closer and closer the horse prods along toward the Cooper farm only stopping when his rider toppled over to the side and laid there unmoving.

Welcome to the Shatterverse, Joseph Carter.

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[2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com]

Even without long experience to back it up, Nhim would know that that's generally a bad sign. The dragon spirals down to land clumsily a ways away-she also knows that generally speaking, horses don't have the best reactions to dragons.

After a moment of peering at the horse and downed rider, she moves towards the pair slowly, trying to avoid spooking the horse any more than she's likely to.

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

Snorting its nose and rolling it's eyes the horse did spook a little, skittering away before stoping and keeping eyes on the dragon. It was just as tired and thirsty as his master so the want to run was.. lacking. Carter, on the other hand, simply laid there face up, the giant red cross across his tabbard and patch of the King exposed to all. That could be bad if he was still in the Holy Lands.

[2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com]

Nhim doesn't recognize the cross or the symbol of the king-but she knows a tabbard when she sees one. Between the horse and the tabbard, surely this has to be a knight!

(She hopes it's not the infrequent-yet-still annoying dragonslayer kind.)

"Hello?" she finally asks, her ears pricking forward. Carefully-very carefully-she reached out with one forefoot to nudge at Carter.

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

"Nugh..." Carter moaned as he was nudged. Nope. Not dead yet. "Just a couple more hours..then we can move out.." Rolling over he turned his back to the dragon, dreaming the grass was a good enough blanket for someone in the desert.

It was a laugh worthy scene to be sure even if the horse was eyeing the dragon like he was about to be dinner.

[2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com]

"I think you're confused," she says, not sounding unkind-but perhaps a little worried. How hard did the human fall? "Can you stand? That fall seemed painful."

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

His mouth was dry, his canteen long since already empty and discarded along the wayside as no water had been found. So close now..so so close but he didn't even know. "Fall?" raising his head a little he glanced about still not seeing the dragon yet. It will come, have no fear.

"Where am I?" the Englishman asked hoarsley, swallowing hard and dry.

[2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com]

"Kansas, or so I've been told," she says, sitting down. "On a farm owned by Lucy Cooper. I'm guessing you weren't awake for at least part of your ride?"

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

"Kansas?" Turning his head around to here Nhim was at he stared, jaw droping low and staring at her. "D...dr.." Carter paused, taking a breath before laying back with a thud and covering his eyes with gloved hands. "I'm dead aren't I?"

[2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com]

"I doubt it," she said, shaking her head. "For one thing you're moving; for another, you're breathing. And if you were undead, you would likely have bits falling off and would be lurching around, attempting to kill us all."

Asking her why she sounds so authoritative on the last subject might not be the best idea at the moment.

[copyblob.livejournal.com]

Oh, and also, there's a small, adorable, pinkish-purplish gelatinous blob in the grass.

It's getting closer.

Closer.

CLOSER!

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

Carter doesn't see it. He's managed to pull his horse away from nibbling on a tuft of grass and is trying to pull himself up into his saddle. Big cloak, sword, and a horse that is wanting to go around in circles is preventing anything from happening.

Hopping about with one foot up he's muttering to himself in Arabic with English thrown in every once and a while. Totally unsuspecting of adorable small pinkish-purpleish blobs coming his way. Pre-occupied Carter is pre-occupied.

[copyblob.livejournal.com]

"To?" says the blob curiously.

It does have a face, if you're willing to stretch the definition, and those two tiny buttonlike eyes are examining Carter closely.

...And now they're two blue, human-looking eyes, blinking at him out of a face that looks remarkably like his own.

Thank God that Ditto can apparently do clothes?

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

"To whe-" Carter turned his head nearly stumbling backward again with his boot caught as the horse turned again. He was seeing a near exact double- clothing and everything- of himself but, well, in better condition. Staring for a moment he managed to pull the horse in long enough to get his foot back onto the ground.

"What...are you?"

[copyblob.livejournal.com]

"What what what?" says Ditto helpfully. "You to whe!"

Hey, now it has a whole five syllables to play with! :D!

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

Joseph hesitated, hand falling to the sword at his side that was hidden under the white cloak. "What are you and where did you come from?" Because..this is creepy. Was he traped in some level of Hell and just didn't realize it?

Had to be. He couldn't see any water.

[copyblob.livejournal.com]

MOAR WORDSOUNDS YAY.

"What are you and where did you come from!"

Look! It can say them in order...

"Where you are what come and from did you!"

...and out of it!

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

Carter...blinked. Lots. Like..so many times he got dizy. "I came from the Holy Lands and have somehow ended up within either Heaven or Hell by the Lord's grace or wisdom." He'd killed before for the King and for the Church. Of course, Carter had done other things as well that could have damned his soul.

"Where is here? Why do you speak so oddly?"

[will_scarlett]

Will had been out working on the farm, enjoying the sun on his back though his scars still hurt a lot when he hears the horse.

Then he turns and sees the red cross of a templar. He freezes, seeds in his hands and not sure what to do.

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

He's met Ditto and Nhim, salt water still settling bad in his stomach, before leading his horse closer to the Farm. It was unsettling knowing that he may never return back to the Holy Lands and his King, curious as to what may fall upon him here.

Upon spotting Will he stops with his head tilting to the right a little. Finally a human to speak with! Well..maybe. After the first two encounters he wasn't to sure. So turning his foots toward Will he slowly approaches, raising a gloved hand in greeting.

[will_scarlett]

Will bows stiffly to Carter,

"Day, milord an welcome to the Cooper farm."

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

Carter just sort of shrugs his shoulders. Bowing was overrated anyway and he had given up long ago trying to stop others from doing so around him. His dad was a minor noble which put him at an even more minor position. "Fair day to you as well. Are you man or are you something else?"

Squinting his eyes a little be studied Will before offering a sly smile. "Do forgive me for asking but my first to meetings were not of the manly sort of nature."

[will_scarlett]

"Just a man, milord. Will Scarlett from Nottingham."

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

There was much blinking involved as Joseph came to stand infront of Will. "Nottingham? You must know of Robin Hood then!" Yes that was a wry little smile that was working its way across his face. "If I had no obligation to my King I would have stayed with him."

Of course he didn't know all the names of the outlaws or even how many there had been when he was sent to..ah..kill Robin. Things, thankfully, turned out for the better.

[will_scarlett]

Will face just drains of all color,

"Was me 'onor to be one o''is men, milord, but 'ow would a Templar be fightin' beside 'im?"

[got-carter.livejournal.com]

"A very long story." Very, very long. "And you do not have to call me milord or anything like that, Will Scarlett. I may wear the tabard of a Crusader but my rankings are quite low. Joseph Carter, at your service." This, of course, is said with a bow.