+1 Giant Woman

[battlesworn]

Lounging on a park bench was a bit trickier when one was a good foot or two taller than the people who might normally use that bench, but Twelve, she found a way to do it. Credit years of taking up space in places that weren't originally made with her specific dimensions in mind, here. The sound of mandolin music wafts about the area, as calloused fingers that might look at first more accustomed to battle axe handles and sword hilts still managed to coax out a bubbly, light and complex melody.

Maybe she'd already had time to process the usual questions. Maybe she just didn't care! Maybe she found everything out herself, because she certainly didn't seem too bothered one way or the other, casually addressing anyone who might stop by to listen to the tune, of which had the feel of something archaic and nautical. Ripped straight from a far flung vessel in a massive sea, one could almost imagine the sound of creaking wood and gently lapping water.

"What song suits your fancy best, luv? You want a story or a dance?" A Cockney sounding accent, vocal fry adding to the sense of lazy whimsy.

The future is a dark place. We all die there.

[fromthethorns]

While only fourteen, Jorg did not give off the air of someone you wanted to mess around with. Tall and fit enough to pass as someone in their early twenties, he wore chainmail and a black lacquered breastplate and a long sword buckled at his belt. None for show either, the armor was scared and scuffed from use, and he wore his blade expertly. He'd seen more battles then most men triple his age and an invisible dark and bloody aura always hung about him like a cloud.  It was always quite unsettling to the mindsworn psychics of his own world.

Speaking of his world, this certainly wasn't it.  There were similarities, in odd ways.  Many of the buildings resembles the constructions of the ancient Builders.  Structures made of poured stone and metal and perfectly clear glass.  He'd initially been enraged at the detour, cold and hateful aura engulfing the area around him.  He quickly warmed up to the idea though.  This little diversion could potentially unearth him a wealth of knowledge of the ancient civilization that came before him.

Significantly more calm and in an infinitely better mood he crosses his arms behind his head after crumbling the now read pamphlets and tossing them in a bin.

"Anyone want to tell a newcomer what's fun to do around here?"