[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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[hyanaimne]

[Tempest makes a face when she does that; it feels like a scar, though the cold makes it ache a little, as it does to her hands, too]

I do not know much about them . . . like I said, it was thought that they died out. And they are as hated as my kind is, if not more. No one likes speaking about them, before the war started.

[falla]

[ Charlie looks up, watching her. She didn't expect a reaction like that. ]

Is more scar th-than tattoo, I think. Did s-someone else got healed?

[hyanaimne]

[she didn't move away, at least!]

Not to my knowledge . . . honestly, when I woke up, whoever did it was long gone. I could only feel . . . what is that word . . . [she frowns] The leftover? Of their magic.

[falla]

[ She brings her nose closer to the tattoo, but at least she doesn't sniff out loud. Still, other than the burnt flesh and Tempest's own scent there isn't anything odd there that she can sense.

Standing straight again, Charlie stays silent for a moment. ]

This is a mark, b-but where were you h-healed?

[hyanaimne]

[uh oh. Tempest looks just a bit uncomfortable again]

Ah . . . you mean when I was revived? I was shot by an arrow, here, which was partially healed. [she touches her chest, over her heart] That is what killed me . . . I think. The scar there is different from the one on my shoulder, and the ones on my hands.

[falla]

[ Charlie remains mostly calm, mainly because she assumed so much. ]

I think the healing a-and you m-mark are related, but I don't think one c-caused the other. You got h-healed, then...marked.

[hyanaimne]

Then . . . how the hell did I get marked? And why?

["brand" is coming to mind, from her post, and that is not something she thought it would be, but now . . . ]

[falla]

Magic?

[ That's kind of obvious? ]

And...depends on the p-purpose of the mark and if it w-was meant for you or for any s-survivor.

[hyanaimne]

[she lets out a sigh and drops her head, rubbing at her face]

Which means I still have to find the bloody wizard responsible . . . hell.

[falla]

What I can sa-safely say is that it d-doesn't seem to be doing a-anything at the moment. But without context it can m-mean anything.

Sorry.

[hyanaimne]

I do not think it can do anything . . . I may have poked at it a bit with a knife to make sure. Nor can I sense anything from it . . .

[she looks wry] Don't apologize. It just gives me more reason to find them.

[falla]

You need to f-figure how deliberate it was. It could be n-nothing, or something very Im-important.

[hyanaimne]

Something that I cannot do here.

[falla]

Then n-no need to worry yourself w-with it?

[ Said hopefully? ]

[hyanaimne]

I won't. [it's said honestly] There is no point, if I cannot do a thing about it yet.