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[shovelrous]

Who: Shovel Knight and all!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marsiva
When: April 17th, morning


[There's a clanking sound, like someone rattling a stack of pots and pans. But for some, it's a recognizable sound of someone sprinting in full armor. It's a short-statured individual in blue and gold as he rushed into the frame from the bottom, where he'd done a number on a few of the robotic equipment that had been poking and prodding at him when he awoke.]

Shield Knight!

[The figure stopped, listened for a response. Upon hearing none, he moved quickly along the blank white walls, ignoring the equipment as his hands flit over the surfaces. He knocked, he listened, and perhaps sought where one portion would be weakest. Here is where he would lower his center and shoulder-ram the wall with all of his might. Rather than give way, the wall was more stalwart than he. He grunted his discomfort and tread back, taking a look around.]

Shield Knight! [Silence.]

Please... I cannot lose you again...

[He balled his fists and stood at the ready. Unarmed, but feisty.]

No. I must not falter. The Tower! Perhaps I am still in the Tower of Fate. But what knave takes a knight's weapon without a contest...?

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[prettyimpulsive]

[Euphie is also brand new to the fleet as she walks along the corridors of the Marsiva in search of answers. She wasn't expecting them in the form of a miniature version of someone she might have expected to find in tales of King Arthur's court. But perhaps he was not expecting to see a 5'7" teenage princess with long pink hair wearing a space jumpsuit as she was lacking in clothing upon arrival.]

Sir Knight?

[shovelrous]

[He'd hoped to see any living soul, really. He turned upon hearing her voice, and immediately moved to meet her. The Tower had taken others, it seemed.

He stood straight and saluted. Duty calls.]

Madam! We must away. The Tower's foul host is gone, and there is no telling what may befall this place in the next moment.

[prettyimpulsive]

Where would we go? I'm not even sure where we are other than space. Do you know this place? [He certainly seems to speak more confidently of it.]

[shovelrous]

[Space? Well, the Tower of Fate was quite tall, but it was unthinkable to reach beyond the stars even if you had the most advanced airship.]

This is my second time, so I cannot say I know the place like the back of my hand, but every structure such as this always has a bottom. If I had my shovel blade I could create a path, but I seem to have been separated from it.

No matter! From what village do you hail? I'll have you returned home with haste.

[Keep her calm, engage in talk. He was looking for some form of door, something leading to stairs downward. Even a window, for heaven's sake, and he could make some sort of rope to climb down!]

[prettyimpulsive]

I'm from the capitol city of Britannia, but I was more recently in Japan...

Wait. A bottom? Do you mean to tunnel through the bottom of a spaceship? [Sounding very skeptical and worried.] Wouldn't that be extremely dangerous? [See also: deadly.]

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[maledictus_semper]

Who on Eos is Shield Knight?

[Because you are saying it a lot of times.]

I do believe you are lost, ser knight.

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[shovelrous]

[A monitor on the nearby wall flickered to life. He turned, and canted his helmet in confusion. What was... did the wall have scrying panels of some kind? Something in his mind told him 'monitor' - something that still ached behind his left ear somehow - but he was at least glad to speak to another living being.]

I've scaled the Tower twice now, and I can find my way out again. Are you another prisoner here?

[maledictus_semper]

The Tower? Ah, you mean the Marsiva? My dear fellow, you are aboard a space ship, not within a stone tower. As much as this might be a shock to you it's true.

[The knight was from a land far away, a lot like Ardyn, since he seemed to be dressed in medieval armour.]

You could say that, yes. We're all prisoners here, kept within these space ships by out captors the Atroma.

[shovelrous]

[He froze. Shocked, yes, but had the Enchantress struck him with some form of teleportation magic? Stranger still...]

Zounds... But travel beyond the stars is impossible! The airships and their pilots could only dream of taking such steps.

Where- no, that isn't right and nearly as mad- when am I?

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[sonofgold]

[Alphonse can't help but respond to this poor knight. Was he a soul in a suit of armor, like Alphonse had been? Either way, he figures he should be helpful.]

The knaves who took your weapon are called Atroma. They're responsible for bringing you here, too.

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[shovelrous]

[These monitors are so fascinating... windows to other worlds, he presumes, or at least other parts of the Tower. Perhaps he could make use of this himself once he figures out their function. Atroma... he would remember this.]

Where have they taken me? Is this the Tower of Fate?

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[sonofgold]

You're in outer space, actually. All the stars you see in the sky at night? You're traveling among them now.

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[shovelrous]

[Either some higher-ups have decided to toy with him or some hidden desire for confirmation was abound. When Shovel Knight turned his gaze away from the camera, other monitors only revealed darkness to him. Darkness, and a sea of stars that moved slowly past.]

I... some sort of airship? The Tower wasn't nearly that tall...

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[touchallthebooks]

[He definitely knows that sound, he's heard it enough on Azeroth since the invasion of orcs, and it grabs his attention now. And then the knight holds it. He hasn't heard of anyone in the fleet by the name of 'Shield Knight' and he knows he would remember anyone with that title. It stands out and so does he.]

I'm not sure what the Tower of Fate is but you're on the Marsiva, it looks like. I'm sure that doesn't help in finding your friend but knowledge is power.

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[shovelrous]

That much is true.

[He folded his arms. He's gotten used to voices over the screens by now.]

I keep seeing 'Marsiva' on the panels... is there a pilot I can address?

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[touchallthebooks]

[Good thing he's catching on quickly?]

I'm afraid not, Atroma handles the Marsiva. There are a lot of places we can't access while we're there and we can't go back when we're moved to one of the ships in the fleet.

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[shovelrous]

[His hands move to his helmet, as if massaging his temples. It's odd when he's just rubbing metal.]

This is... quite a bit to absorb. I'm expected to be some sort of hostage, then. I ought find my weapon and in due haste.

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[foxpas]

[The talk of knights and weapons gets her attention, and her ears lay flat as she answers.]

I regret I must inform you that you are no longer in such a tower. I, too, was abducted here when I had not my blade. Those who have taken us are that manner of coward, without honor nor pride.

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[shovelrous]

It would seem so, the more I hear of them.

Have you since recovered your blade? I would see it returned if the two of you are still parted.

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[foxpas]

I have not. My Scalecutter remains in my home, but I have at least found a replacement.

[She demonstrates, pulling her sword from off-camera to show a giant-ass claymore, very nearly as tall as she is.]

It is not the blade that carries my pride, but it is usable until I may recover my own true sword. If you are willing, you may search to have forged a replacement for your own weapon as well.

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[shovelrous]

[He started in surprise, but couldn't help stepping closer to the monitor to take a better look.]

'Tis a beautiful claymore... you draw it so effortlessly!

Ah, a good idea. With hope I can find and speak with a blacksmith to forge a proper replacement for my blade.

[He clapped a hand to his chest and took a breath.]

It's a comfort to know I will not continue empty-handed. You have my thanks for the information. I am Shovel Knight, and it is a pleasure to meet another of the Code, even if not in person.

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[vouched]

[ there's a man leaning against a doorway, his arms crossed and brow arched as he observes the spectacle the newly awakened fellow prisoner (should he choose to accept the premise that they are in fact all of them prisoners, and none of these people feigning helplessness is in fact his captor) makes of himself. it's a good choice, really, for a reality show.

he speaks in an unmistakably English accent. ]

Every kind, wouldn't really be living up to the name otherwise, would they?

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[shovelrous]

[He whirled around quickly, his posture defensive. What he wouldn't give for a relic. The Phase Locket was asking much, but perhaps the Dust Knuckles...

He had to agree with the definition here, but that wasn't much when you're trapped on a strange vessel of some kind with little sign of life outside of, well, now.]

Be you friend or foe? I would avoid conflict.

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[vouched]

I think it's a little early to define our relationship, don't you? I'm an abductee, a prisoner.

[ whether he's friend or foe, well, it entirely depends on who this guy is. avoiding conflict isn't really high on his list of priorities. ]

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[shovelrous]

Then we are alike in that regard. This place has no doors, no ladders to speak of...

I don't suppose you've had better luck?