[closed] I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

[hyanaimne]

Date & Time: December 12
Location: Winter wonderland of snow and fun
Characters: Tempest and Charlie Dyer
Summary: Someone was missing for a few days. Someone else wants to shake her.
Warnings: None!

[milling around just inside the doors leading to the transporter room, Tempest finds her attention drawn to the floor; idly drawing designs in the slush with the toe of her boot, pushing it around. Not quite a nervous gesture, but almost.

It's been over a year since she's been here, and yet only a few days passed. She honestly does feel cheated; that she spent months wondering if she would ever be brought back, or if she had been kicked out for some reason, and just when Exsilium was no longer on her mind, a blink and she's there. She almost wanted to laugh at the irony.

She pauses moving slush around to glance down at her hand, flexing the fingers with a frown. The cold was making it ache again - nothing new, for her nowadays, but still annoying. She'd have to pick up another pair of gloves at some point. She sighs, and leans back against the wall and forces her attention to the door instead]

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[falla]

Okay...

[ She's totally doing it again later. And again. And again until Tempest snaps.

Okay maybe not that much. ]

Still, sh-should be interesting. A whole year?

[hyanaimne]

[little does Charlie know, she's already had some conditioning into liking that sort of thing before she left. Dun dun duuuun]

And a few months, mm. I do not know exactly, though - it was a bit disorientating when I first got back.

[because dying, only to wake up again really messes with you]

[falla]

[ As long as Tempest doesn't come around pouncing for more hair tugging...although Charlie could get used to that.

At least they can be weird together? ]

Okay s-so, start at the be-beginning.

[hyanaimne]

Hell.

[it's out before she can stop herself, and she winces, almost guilty]

Well, I . . . died, before I came here the first time. When I went back, I was . . . not dead? Someone had tried to revive me.

[falla]

[ She just stares at Tempest in silence for a moment before hooking her arm around one of Temp's. ]

Well, s-someone succeeded right? Then?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest lets her, though she does glance down at their arms curiously, before back up to Charlie]

Well . . . yes, if you look at it that way. But something went wrong with the spell and I was . . . erm. I was not in the best health when I woke up. It took a few weeks to recover my magic to heal myself.

[falla]

[ If Tempest has been paying attention to Charlie, it shouldn't be hard to notice that the mere action takes effort for her. She dislikes being touched or hugged, but the subject at hand...she needs to convey her support in some way, and words will not cut it. ]

But alive, t-that's what matters. You mentioned a w-war?

[hyanaimne]

[oh, she notices. She remembers the first time she touched Charlie, and how she reacted to it. Charlie will note, though, that Tempest is about as relaxed as she ever gets; a good sign]

Mm. There is a race of elves in my world known as the Drow; dark elves who are oftentimes seen as the worst of creatures. They began attacking cities in the north, and so the capital sent their knights up there to handle it.

. . . and then any able man, and after that, began hiring mercenaries to become soldiers to fight as well. That is how I got involved.

[falla]

[ Well that's good because Charlie is working through her current innate need to freak out. ]

I know a-about Drow elves, often m-misunderstood, although a bit on the si-side of ag-aggressive.

Fighting a w-war that's not yours?

[hyanaimne]

The ones of my world were banished to the mountains; it was thought that they had died out, but . . .

[she shrugs the opposite shoulder, glancing down at their hooked arms again] I was looking for the one who revived me. Since everyone was joining this war, I thought I would find him that way. [her voice turns wry] And I needed the money.

[falla]

Oh.

[ So one of them had saved Tempest. Not so terrible after all? ]

S-sounds like a plant to me. And the mo-money.

So...did you find her?

[hyanaimne]

Not yet. I am beginning to think they are not involved in the war at all; I haven't sensed their magic once.

[falla]

Who, t-the Drow? Or some f-faction?

[ She sounds confused because...weren't they the whole war cause? ]

[hyanaimne]

Oh—no, the wizard who revived me. I know for a fact that the Drow are involved; I've fought against them.

[falla]

Oh, since y-you said they.

[ Still makes sense though. ]

You didn't even g-got a name?

[hyanaimne]

Ah - apologies. But no, not even a name. When I woke up, I was alone. The only hint I have is the symbol I was asking after.

[falla]

The symbol.

[ Now things make a little more sense. ]

Sh-show me?

[hyanaimne]

I, um . . . I can show you when we get indoors. [usually she isn't modest about that sort of thing, but uh. It's cold out] I have to take my armor off.

[falla]

[ There's only Charlie's confused stare...quickly changing into one of panic. Her arm loosens up a bit on Tempest's, but she doesn't let go entirely. ]

[hyanaimne]

[at the panicked look, Tempest lifts her free hand and touches her own shoulder]

It is here, but . . . I could draw it?

[falla]

N-no, I don't want to trouble y-you.

[ Yeah, her. ]

Plus the c-color and type of ink m-might be telling, too.

[hyanaimne]

[Charlie you are so confusing!!]

It is not ink, though . . .

[falla]

[ Talking to people is complicated okay?? ]

Wh-what is it then?

[hyanaimne]

It is a burn . . . as far as I can tell.

[falla]

Th-then the more reason to see-to see it.