Late because you're outside, or up there- same thing. There are more important things then dinner or bed, right?
[ Bookworm kid, gotta remember that. ]
So when I got to the feast- someone must have forgotten that I'm also joining. The gates were closed- but what? I can't climb the gate? Just watch me! [ He intentionally makes it funny with his voice intonation, probably because some not so funny stuff is incoming ]
But right, there was also this huge, scary hound let out there, on the other side of the gate. And doing its guard-dog job it attacked me.
Yeah... I wouldn't be here other way around. [ Not in an adult form that is. ]
By the time everyone were out of the house, they were pretty happy I didn't die, but you know- I noticed. Despite the relief and happiness, the smith was also sad to see his dear hound gone.
It was a grown-ups feast, so I had to be like grown-up too. So I told him that if this dog had children, I will train them, as strong as their father. And until it's done, I will be personally guarding his house. Felt like a grown-up thing to do at the time you know- take responsibility, be strong and so on.
Yeah, you got that right. He didn't take on my offer- but he was pretty touched and gave me this whole lot of words how I have to train myself and be the guard-dog of the whole of Ulster one day.
But ya know, my grandfather was on that feast too. He was a druid and he always had his way with words and with people. Before I realized he spun it into this whole huge thing how I am now to be known as Hound of Culainn.
[ He laughs but there is a quiet and small-] old geezer [ -at the end of his breath. ]
And it totally stuck.
[ So the moral of this story is... be careful about your nicknames because that's how you might be known forever?? ]
So that's the second name. And Caster is--- [ Servant bullshit ] -another name.
That's something from much, much later. [ Perhaps mages and their bullshit. He can make it into a joke along the way instead. ] There could be others too. Rider, Saber, Berserker on a bad day haha- Personally, I like Lancer best-
But here I am as a Caster, and gotta live with that.
Silent eh? [ Silent can be good, but not for everyone ] Just you wait we'll figure something out-
[ Is this a promise or a threat? ]
Right, you mentioned the animals and growing stuff around the temple- you still need help with that?[ He might not look like it, but Caster is an excellent gardener. ]
Lettuce can be planted early! I say you could try with lettuce soon, and this way get three batches across the year. [ Each every two months from now, so- April, June, August... maybe even October batch, since past October was plenty warm ]
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I wish. My aunt spent a lot of time yelling at me to stop reading and come down for dinner or go to bed.
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[ Bookworm kid, gotta remember that. ]
So when I got to the feast- someone must have forgotten that I'm also joining. The gates were closed- but what? I can't climb the gate? Just watch me! [ He intentionally makes it funny with his voice intonation, probably because some not so funny stuff is incoming ]
But right, there was also this huge, scary hound let out there, on the other side of the gate. And doing its guard-dog job it attacked me.
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And you fought back. And won?
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By the time everyone were out of the house, they were pretty happy I didn't die, but you know- I noticed. Despite the relief and happiness, the smith was also sad to see his dear hound gone.
It was a grown-ups feast, so I had to be like grown-up too. So I told him that if this dog had children, I will train them, as strong as their father. And until it's done, I will be personally guarding his house. Felt like a grown-up thing to do at the time you know- take responsibility, be strong and so on.
[ Honor and stuff ]
That was the only thing I figured I could do.
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But ya know, my grandfather was on that feast too. He was a druid and he always had his way with words and with people. Before I realized he spun it into this whole huge thing how I am now to be known as Hound of Culainn.
[ He laughs but there is a quiet and small-] old geezer [ -at the end of his breath. ]
And it totally stuck.
[ So the moral of this story is... be careful about your nicknames because that's how you might be known forever?? ]
So that's the second name. And Caster is--- [ Servant bullshit ] -another name.
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[Not that he has any!]
Where'd that one come from?
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That's something from much, much later. [ Perhaps mages and their bullshit. He can make it into a joke along the way instead. ] There could be others too. Rider, Saber, Berserker on a bad day haha- Personally, I like Lancer best-
But here I am as a Caster, and gotta live with that.
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What's with you, got any story on amusing nicknames?
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[Give him a few weeks to learn about Ozpin back home and he'll probably find some, though.]
The farm was pretty isolated.
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[ Is this a promise or a threat? ]
Right, you mentioned the animals and growing stuff around the temple- you still need help with that?[ He might not look like it, but Caster is an excellent gardener. ]
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Sure! A lot more people offered to help than I expected, but I'm not going to turn them down.
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