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[Is this for real?]

[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

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[adamantined]

CASPIAN.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Is it working?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Hi, yeah. Can I get a double decker taco? Uuh, make that with a nachos bell grande and one of those chalupas. Make the nachos bell grande with a meal. I want the biggest coke container you have.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?

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[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

Huh. Hecho en Mexico, eh?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Hello? What is Mexico?

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[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

Hullo, Caspian?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Lucy?

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

[ your phone...it rings....are you awake, Telmarine? ]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Click. Have yourself a mutter, Limey.]

Nff--

a horse and...wait...never mind. wrong book.

[suncolors.livejournal.com]

Luna is not afraid of much of anything. This includes clocks stopping and strange smells in the air and so on. The air is cold but she has once again not worn her shoes. Where is the snow? She would dearly like to feel it beneath her bare feet. Of course Regulus Black recently charmed her shoes, so they are likely to be right behind her, soon enough, but they aren't quite yet. She has wandered a bit far out of the City proper and upon seeing a house she tilts her head but doesn't go toward it until she notices the horse outside of it.

"Oh hello," she says, approaching with a soft tone, pace measured quietly, as always with her until she is right in front of the so-far friendly horse whose name she does not know yet. Lifting the palm of her hand to his nose, she is a bit gratified, even as Luna, when he pushes against it, nuzzling as much as horses do. Does he think she has food? Unfortunately she doesn't...oh but he is a very nice horse.

a horse and...wait...never mind. wrong book.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

And she is so much smaller than he is yet Destrier has no problem bowing his head for that nuzzling. It's when he bows his big massive head that the head with ridiculously nice hair is revealed on the other side. Foolish Caspian for not even seeing this girl approach the house. Then again she seems to have an ethereal way about her, not just in appearance but in her manner. It doesn't seem like any ordinary young lady would traverse out in the dark, especially during these times, barefoot at that. So for now, Caspian says nothing. He watches the way the stallion wuffles about Luna, his maned neck the only thing between her and himself. He is perplexed. And how rude of him to not say hello.

[actione;]

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Susan is making snowflakes. It's hard to tell what time it is, the house has had the windows drawn the whole time. No need to see what is going on outside. The network seems to be bad enough.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Say what? Have a curious Telmarine peering around the corner.]

What are you doing?

[No time for awkwardness. Time isn't such a luxury to be taken for granted anymore. She knows he's sorry, right? Maybe he'll say it in time.]

among the fallen trees and fast asleep.

[suncolors.livejournal.com]

It's snowing and Luna Lovegood could not be happier. Or rather, she could be, but she doesn't think about things like that to begin with, making it a bit of a non-issue. Tonight she wears shoes, and carries her wand, as well as a glass bottle, one item in each hand. She is still entirely under dressed for the temperature in a yellow dress over jeans that drag on the ground. The white sweater is over-sized, which helps a little, if only because it has the look of a rather comfortable cloud, less like a piece of clothing, and as she walks up to the familiar house, she glances around for a moment. No, there are no strange inferi reminiscent creatures here. She feels badly for them, a bit sad, but she knows as well as anyone, there is little to be done about it but to wait for it to pass. Seeing Destrier, well and where she first met him, her direction becomes more specific and she sets both the wand and bottle down so that she might cup her hands, gratified when the horse breathes warmly against them, nudging slightly.

There is a note attached to the bottle.

Dear King Caspian,

Be safe.

Sincerely,

Luna

It is in case he is not out, which he is not at the moment, not that she sees anyway, but to be fair she hasn't exactly looked very closely. If he is up on the porch, she would have yet to notice, rather occupied with the good Telmarine's horse, as she is. Toes curling inside her shoes, she briefly considers taking them off. They won't go anywhere, after all, not without her anyway.

among the fallen trees and fast asleep.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He is out as a matter of fact, having just returned with a blanket for Destrier's back to further comfort him from the cold. At least large war horse is standing under the part of the house where the roof juts out to cover him from snowfall. In another world this area is called the car port, and it's sufficient temporary shelter for a horse. Merlin's ward or gold sheen, whatever he had placed over the house, does well to keep Destrier safe from harm while unhitched. Like the faithful steed he is, he does not wander away from the appropriate boundary. Really this has less to do with loyalty and more to do with a healthy dose of self-preservation. This horse has no desire to become a meal for the undead. He rather much prefers nudging Luna Lovegood.

That is what Caspian sees when he emerges with the blanket in his arms. She is underdressed--again--and briefly he thinks of draping her in the horse blanket instead.

"Luna," he says her name in greeting but also in question. Aren't. You. Cold. Caspian approaches Destrier's other side. He is glad to see that she's wearing shoes at least. "You know if you continue to visit improperly dressed for the weather won't your Professors blame me for not taking better care of my guest," he suggests, then adds, "or Destrier's guest"

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[tofuinthesky.livejournal.com]

Caspian! I know it's like totally last minute, but I need your help! What kind of things do Peter and Lucy like?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

.... Karolina?

[Wat is this. It's like sunrise sob.]

Wait. What's wrong?

[Give him a moment to collect his brain cells.]

CHRISTMAS PRESENT

[ibrokehistory]

Left at his doorstep.

Japanese Swordsmanship

CHRISTMAS PRESENT

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Hiiiiirrrooooo... Caspian's present to Hiro, Mohinder, Claire, and Zach, is a ride in Destrier's sleigh. He ttly got a sleigh and hitched it to his loyal steed. They'll go fast too for the lulz.]

PRESENT

[eiremagic]

Left at the door with his name on it

The Tain Bo Cuailnge, translated and hand written by Eden.

SAD BOY IN SNOW

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He's trekking through the snow with a big bag of gifts]

SAD BOY IN SNOW

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Jingle jingle jingle. There's a big black horse, sleigh, and driver pulling up beside him.]

Do you need a ride?

Dirge

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

The Telmarine King wakes to find himself on a bench in a moving train. It isn't the most comfortable of benches but that's the least of his problems. Idly Caspian wonders why he has a habit of waking up in strange places. He doesn't recognize any of these people any more than he once didn't recognize a certain badger. None of them pay him any mind, as if lost in their own worlds or just in understanding of what it all means. Caspian sits up, looking up and down the car for someone he knows. Peter? Susan? Edmund? Lucy?

Aslan?

No one he recognizes. Not even the beautiful pale-haired lady sitting by herself in the corner, as familiar as she seems. He doesn't know her. It must be a curse. Caspian moves to stand despite the sign that cautions travelers from standing while the car continues to travel quickly down an unknown tunnel to an unknown destination.

Dirge

[highcost-living.livejournal.com]

She's not invisible. In fact she's always closer than people believe her to be. They don't take time to notice usually. And that's alright. They'll notice each other soon enough.

Oh, hello. She notices that the Telmarine King is awake. She gives him a wave. "Looking for someone?"

and to stop the muscle that makes us confess

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

Ed pauses at Caspian's door before giving a firm knock- three times. And he waits there, awkwardly as ever, hands deep in his pockets and his back slouched (a luxury that he never had as a king). He has to do this. It's only fair, it's only right.

"Caspian?"

and to stop the muscle that makes us confess

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Come in," says the Telmarine without a second thought.

Usually he detects people at his door by the sound of their voice, and in doing so he would determine if they have the privilege of disturbing him at any given time or not. In this home where it's just the five of them, the response is almost automatic. Caspian minds not a Pevensie at his door, almost never. And anyway he isn't doing anything particularly questionable, just working on that model Susan gave him for Christmas. Really Caspian should be trying to get a job. Ah well.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

The curiosity had somewhat gotten the better of him- not to mention his craving for sweets (anything but Turkish Delight would do, the latter tended to only make him sick). And sweets always tasted better when enjoyed with a friend, as one always knew.

So he gave a knock at Caspian's door- for the second time this week although this was for a much more positive reason.

"Are you in, Caspian?"

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Come in," is the easy answer he gives to Edmund. He could tell by the sound of his voice. "It is open," Caspian adds, unaware of the sweet addiction that has decided to rear its head today.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, she saw that, actually. And she was not pleased at all. Thankfully Edmund intervened. How was it that the two who were often such close, dear friends be so swift to be harsh? Susan would have dismissed it to be a behavior trait of boys, but Edmund and Peter hardly resorted to that behavior unless they truly meant a brotherly harm.

Did they want to hurt each other? Well, at least hurt the person in front of them. Peter's current condition was just as confusing to her as it had been from the beginning. There was no doubt that behind that face it was her brother. How did this come to pass, and for what reason was not yet answered clearly. They all deserved time and answers. All at once would be far too overwhelming. Patience and understanding were required. Perhaps Caspian needed such a gentle reminder.

"Are you alright?" Already her lips are pursed to prevent herself from outwardly scowling at the Telmarine. Now that that is over with and the house is still, they can talk.

sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

For Susan who knows the depth of their closeness, a closeness one would never have guessed ever existed after today's display, he gives her real words. She deserves them after all, and knowing what she does it is just as likely that she has the best reason to scowl at him. To yell at him. To tell him he shouldn't have lashed out at Peter who has his own trouble just being in someone else's body. Trouble, everything seems to boil down to that. He nods though it is half-hearted and he still can't bring his eyes to meet hers.

"Yes, I will be fine," Caspian says. It isn't a lie in the purely physical sense. He isn't harmed and the High King didn't suffocate him enough to cause a black out. That would be most unforgivable. "I am sorry," you had to see that, but he keeps the last part to himself, knowing Susan has every right to have seen it unfold.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair likes everything planned, including picnics. The red and white polkadot rug was without crinkles and the rattan basket was filled with delicacies. Sandwiches were so old school. As for herself, she was wearing a dress reminiscent of a day dress; just because there was snow did not mean you could not dress for summer.

Of course, she did not forget to bring Caspian what she promised. A stack of glossy magazines were set beside her, all new and shiny. She was browsing through one of them, quite patiently waiting for her expected companion.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Seeing how there was only one other lady in the area, a lady dressed not for the snow at all in his opinion, he could only assume this was Blair Waldorf. But just to be sure, Caspian paused near the rug and tilted his head.

"Pardon, Blair?" He asked curiously but politely.

As for what he brought with him, well there was nothing except for a small box of those strange baked and cinnamon sugared things called churros. They were a foreign thing to him, but the Telmarine found he liked them very much.

I know you don't listen to me...

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Coasting to a stop, a certain geek spots a certain Telmarine. He has heard news of his strange behavior from a certain cheerleader, and while he does not know the specifics of it--for which he is quite fortunate--he finds the king's location to be questionable. What is he doing nosing about near the Underground entrance?

He pedals on, swinging his leg over on a final coast to a pause within a few yards of his friend, wary because he knows better than to be comfortable. That, at least, is something he had down before even coming to this place.

"Hey," he calls out, kickstand going down as he walks away from his bike and toward Caspian X, stopping more than a fair arm's length away. "...what are you doing?"

I know you don't listen to me...

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Exploring my options, Zachary," says a certain Telmarine who appears to be unsurprised by the geek's arrival. He only pauses at the dark entrance, still girt with sword and wearing the same cold and flint hard expression Peter witnessed in the morning. "What do you want," he asks, turning to face Zach.

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[adamantined]

Curses suck. Hope you aren't still being babysat.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

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[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Here's a cordial invitation (http://community.livejournal.com/poly_tldr/1017474.html).

I look forward to your attendance, Caspian.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian waited in the same hall as before, sword at the ready, his form as practiced as ever. While Chuck wasn't there he darted forward, quick and sharp as his style often implied. The Telmarine fought with blade in one hand and dagger in the other, trained for swiftness and speed. He showed it effortlessly when the sword came down to cut an imaginary opponent before the tip of his dagger thrust across with every intention to finish off a challenger. Some considered his choice of attack too time consuming, that a man ought to eliminate his enemy in one or two strokes. That might've been the case for others, and Caspian had tried to learn that form too, but he had always preferred this. Call it medieval crazy talk, but he felt some sort of familiar kinship with speed. Perhaps that was why he also preferred mounted combat, but make no mistake Caspian could still hold his own on hooves or on the ground.

He panted softly, knees bent yet locked to further make his final strike a solid one. Good form.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck wasn't cursed that morning. Which was a nice change. But he still appreciated the sight of Caspian, fighting with an invisible enemy. He briefly wondered, as he approached, is startling a man with a sword is any wiser than startling a man on the edge of the roof or someone who's sleepwalking.
He simply trusted that Caspian had more control over his blades and wouldn't kill Chuck just yet.

"Whoever you're fighting, they's surrender by now," he said in a manner of greeting.

Come, come back to me

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

It's not very often that Lucy is so upset that she does not emerge from her room. The situation has happened less than a handful of times in the City, and she knows that someone may notice the change in the youngest Pevensie, but they may not remark on it. She knows that Peter and Susan will be worried and that Reepicheep may decide to stand guard at her door, and she knows that she could ask the mouse to not let people in, but the truth is that Lucy does not really want to be alone.

It's the opposite reason that has sent her to her room. It is that Edmund is gone, and it's the second time this has happened. The first time also took away Peter and Caspian and Lucy isn't sure that she can handle that, not when it's her birthday so soon.

And on top of it all, she's a little ashamed of how upset she is. Shouldn't she be happy for Edmund?

She sits on her bed, then, and plays with the stuffed lion that was given to her by Merlin, and tries not to think about it.

Come, come back to me

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Have a knock at your door then, Valiant one. Caspian's knuckles rap only twice but he doesn't invite himself to even try the knob yet, not without her permission first. It is unlike what he would do with Peter or Edmund's rooms, but they are boys and she a girl. Well, a woman if one wishes to be technical.

"Lucy, it is Caspian," he announces in a quiet voice.

For i'm overwhelmed that you would call me friend

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

On Saturday Caspian kept to his word of meeting with Charles--pardon, Chuck--at the Academy's fencing hall. With the hair monstrosity out of the way and curses not running rampant it was fairly easy to motivate himself to meet the other young man. There was also a list to keep in mind but that remained private, on paper and in his head. Eden and Romeo he'd met days ago. The others he would get to in time. Caspian wondered if it was a ridiculous thing to do, maintaining acquaintances in such a particular matter only when faced with the possibility of leaving unannounced. Some would call it paranoia, others self-serving, and he wouldn't deny either charge. But charges couldn't be made if he never told them his intentions. That made the difference. So he waited, sword in hand, feet doing steps and turns in solo practice. He always managed to focus on combat practice, whether with a partner or alone.

-

His latest encounter with the hair monster made Chuck even more eager to learn from Caspian. Feeling as helpless as he did then, was not something Chuck Bass wanted to experience. Ever. Again.
Still, he showed up later than he should, making sure he's not cursed took more time than usual. But they had a history that he didn't want to repeat anytime soon. Huh. Maybe his father was right. Maybe paranoia was necessary in life of a Bass.

When he got to the Academy, he saw Caspian practising on his own. Of course. That meant that the other man probably had no idea that Chuck was late. Briefly, he entertained a thought not to tell Caspian he arrived and simply watch his practice. But then, if someone (who's
name might or might not be Tony) asked how was Saturday's practice, "watching Caspian practice sworodplay" would not stand a chance in the "Chuck doesn't have a crush on Caspian" debate...

"Caspian," he greeted the other man.

-

He heard Chuck's voice first but continued with his form, swooping down to cut across with the edge of his sword then thrust it upward where in an opponent it would go through his heart, avoiding the breast plate all together, and exit out the space between his shoulder blades. Only if his sword could penetrate without lodging into the spin anyway. Then Caspian stopped to face Chuck.

"Hello. You're late."

Caspian smiled briefly. No you shouldn't have thought you could get away with it, Mr. Bass.

-

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice," he admitted without hesitation. "And I was making sure there are no curses around. I think I might be developing paranoia..." Just like that, his thoughts are out there in the open. Thankfully not all of them. He might find that he trusts
Caspian, but he's still not one to reveal everything right away. Or at all.

He smiled, aiming for appologetic. But he was never really good at that part.

-

"Awareness in any combat situation is important," Caspian said with a wave of his hand to Chuck. The gesture more or less said the same thing as 'keep that in mind next time' but he had no intention of testing the other man on the matter.

As for his other concern, well that was certainly valid. He nodded, conceding the point to Chuck as he sheathed his sword.

"That is fair enough. Curses or strange hair creatures," he added with a look around the hall. So far so good here, no weird monsters or people turning funny colors, etc.

-

At the mention of the hair monster, is hand traveled to his neck, rubbing the invisible now bruises. As soon as he realized he was doing it, again, he forced his hand down. He really should work on that new habit of his. It was embarassing, really.

He cleared his throat and made an effort to look casual. "How have you been Caspian?" he asked. Apart from mischivious, using other people's network IDs, and wasn't that yet another pleasant surprise.

-

Caspian noticed the gesture but with his skin clear he had no way of knowing the hairy creature had caused injury to Chuck. He had all the amazing intuitive willingness to ask thought. He tilted his head, eyes on the other man and particularly focusing on the way his hand settles.

"I have been well. Unharmed by the creature," he said which is sort of not true. It had attacked him and Cameron, but both had escaped unscathed. "And yourself?"

For i'm overwhelmed that you would call me friend

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I.." Chuck hesitated. Of all the things, talking about his encounter with the hair monster was not on his list of favorite topics. "I wasn't as lucky as you," he said, making a concious effort to keep his hand down, by his side.

He walked to the bench and took of his jacket, folding it and putting it on the bench. Avoidance technique? Chuck Bass didn't do avoidance, he would never avoid a subject.But if he did... It would look a lot like that.

-

"But you came out of it uninjured, as far as I can see," Caspian said while brown eyes roamed over Chuck's form for any telltale signs of wounds. Having gone to battle himself he was more than capable of determining injuries hidden beneath clothing and the like. "Look if you're hurt I don't think we should practice, that is all," he added, attempting to sound without judgment on the matter.

-

"I'm okay," Chuck insisted. "It's been days. The bruises have faded and the ribs don't hurt at all... I"m fine, really." By now, Chuck has a lot of practice saying that. "I'm fine". It's still a surprise that he had to say it in a first place. Having people care for his well being is still something he's getting used to.

And he is fine, Caspia, really. If you don't count being slightly jumpy and not entirely comfortable being alone in his own apartment.
But that's to be expected, right?

-

"All right, if you insist. I want you to speak up if you do feel any pain while we're practicing," he said in a tone that was firmer than the last, "that is an order."

For that brief moment, Caspian exhibited a command as only a leader of a kingdom could. It was serious, well-intentioned for his sake, and spoken in a knowing manner, that most men would prefer not to admit injury because that implied weakness. Nonsense. To Caspian, carrying on when one was unable to physically was nothing short of inefficient and unhealthy. Best to cut that one off at the pass.

The moment didn't last long though. In a matter of seconds his smile returned.

-

Chuck nods at the order with a raised eyebrows. That tone is new... And of course he'd say is he was hurting during practice. Oh wait, no he wouldn't.IT might've been not the sane thing to do, or the most reasonable one, but...

"I can't let something like that happen again, Cas," Chuck said seriously, his voice quiet. He wasn't evven sure if Caspian heard him. "I can't rely on luck and people who might be nearby." He was not a helpless damsel in distress, damn it. He was Chuck Bass!

-

"It won't. Not if you are prepared," Caspian said with a tone more gentle than the last. He meant it too. "I am sure there are other means of self-defense you can learn but this one will always be reliable," he smiled again. "Any sturdy object with a strait will work as a sword," he nodded, drawing the training blade as he spoke.

-

"Or I could just try and defened myself with bad poetry," he joked, trying to lighten the mood somehow. "Which, I have to say, was an extremely entertaining prank," he added with a smile.

He took the training blade from Caspian and hesitated. "Let's go slow," he asked, pointedly not looking at Caspian.

-

"Were you impressed," Caspian asked as his smile turned into a grin. He felt rather proud of that prank. Ever since Edmund left someone else had to compensate for a minor lack of trickery in the Pevensie household. It made him miss the Just too, but no sense in dwelling on it. Edmund was where he needed to be, and if that turned out to be the City again they would know in a heartbeat.

"I will take things at the speed you believe you can endure," he said, eyes on Chuck and noticing the look wasn't reciprocated, but no matter. If Chuck wanted to talk he would.

-

So maybe he wasn't fine afterall, Chuck thought to himself as he sat on the bench, breathing heavily trying not to grimace as his body, ribs mostly, protested. He looked at Caspian and narrowed his eyes.

"You know, you could at least have a decency to try and pretend to be slightly tired..." he pointed out, though his tone wasn't mean. He doubted he had enough strenght to pull of sarcasm, let alone actually mean tone...

For: this charming man [magically magicked to you idek caspian]

[suncolors.livejournal.com]

If this finds you, then you must still be here.

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