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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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[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.]

[shovelrous]

A... ship? This is the Tower, it's-

[Now that he got a good look at the room... this place lacked all the black and blinding green that seemed to be the motif present throughout exterior and interior.]

Zounds, this isn't the tower. You're certain it's a ship?

[prettyimpulsive]

[Well, she'll miss that confidence that made it seem like he knew what was going on, but this is better. Definitely better than punching holes through hulls.] Come with me to a window. You can see for yourself.

[shovelrous]

[He looked up at her, perhaps perplexed if there were any part of a face to see within the visor. But he would comply in reaching a window to see the inky black expanse of space, dotted with stars.

His hands pressed to the glass.]

...

Propeller Knight would be cross with me if he learned I managed to rise higher in the sky than he.

[Humor. Well. At least this confirmed things.]

We find the controls. With a little hope, it can't be terribly complicated to land this thing on earth again.

[prettyimpulsive]

I hope so. I've never flown anything before, but I have piloted a knightmare frame. Maybe I could be of help in that.

[But if they are going on a mission together they should really introduce themselves, shouldn't they?] I'm Euphemia li Britannia.

[shovelrous]

[Goodness, he knew nothing of piloting, so it was actually a relief to encounter someone with a little expertise, even if in a slightly different field. He didn't wish to crash this whole thing... well. Not until everyone was off, anyway.]

Ah, I apologize, my distraction seems to left me uncouth. I am Shovel Knight, of the Valley. It's nice to meet you even under such circumstances.

[Britannia... didn't she say she was from the land of the same name? Wait. He turns with a start.]

Are you of the Royal Family?

[prettyimpulsive]

Shovel Knight? Surely that must be your title and not your name. [Although if it is what he is more comfortable with...]

Yes, I'm the third princess. [She wouldn't want to lie about it. Not unless it was really necessary.]

[shovelrous]

Hmm... I've been getting that a lot lately. When you take the helm, you take the name. It is something I've accepted wholeheartedly. I've wanted to be a knight since I was practically out of diapers.

[He started. So he was right... and he'd addressed her improperly. She didn't seem angry, though. That was good for him, and mostly his neck and head. He bowed.]

I should not have pried. I'll continue my search for a door. The food and water must come from somewhere, as well as someone to fix the machines that were... er...

[Let's not talk about the medbots all banged up where he'd woken up.]

[prettyimpulsive]

Knights where I'm from retain their given names, but I have heard of some who go by nicknames. But, of course, I'll call you whatever you prefer.

[She watches hm bow even in his armor, nodding politely in return.] And I didn't find it prying. You're welcome to ask me whatever you like. We're in this together, whatever this is.

[But that unfinished sentence.] Was something broken?