What a day to be blue

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Date & Time: 7th, morning tiemz
Location: small lake in the woods
Characters: Vanadi and Aileen
Summary: Oh look its that one flirty guy oh he looks sad :CC
Warnings: we shall see??

[Aileen had gone out to the woods again, this time not for the ocean but just to see the lakes nearby. The first one she finds is as bad as she expected; filthy and full of dead water. She's seen the mutant animals running about, this is probably part of that in the first place.

It doesn't take her long to slip out of her shoes and wade a bit in, a ring of clarity stretching out on the water's surface around her ankles. Leaning over to dip her fingers in as well gets the same effect, but she can't help but sigh.

She knows she can clean the lake, knows she can clean the lot of them with just her touch; but she also knows nature is nature and it's only a temporary fix. But still, she wants to try.]

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[She watches his arm go, pushing away the nagging doctor's instinct to insist she examine it more. But no, she understood the want to hide a scar all too well. And now that she takes a moment to look him over... she wonders if the mask is not just for show, too.

But like a trooper, she smiles back at him.] ...Your guess is as good as mine. I do hope you got it properly looked at afterward, of course?

[implying]

Oh, eventually. But more importantly, I was looked after by the most gorgeous man in Cittágazze.

[ He drops the arm and takes hers again, watching the trees ahead of them with a wide smile. ]

Oh, you ought to have seen him! Perfect body, a charming smile...

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Ah, really now? You must have been quite taken with him.

[She lets him take her arm, glad at least that itself seems gentlemanly and not flirtatious.]

[implying]

Oh, I was. Am! [ That sounds a little hurried, and the smile drops. ] Just as soon as I find my way back to Cittágazze again, of course.

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Cittágazze. Of course. [She keeps her face forward, but watching him in concern from the corner of her eyes.] Then I'm sure your lover is waiting for your return.

[implying]

He did strike me as the faithful type.

[ He falls silent for a few seconds, then lets out a sigh. ]

I must sound rather mad, talking about these things.

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I wouldn't call pining for someone you love, mad.

[But the stuff about windows? Welll..again. Not so far-fetched to her.]

I do think, though, that if you feel so strongly for this man that you might want to take a page from his book.

[implying]

Oh. You mean— [ Of course she means the sleeping around, it's what everyone always means. So he smiles, because man is he an old hand at this argument by now. ]

He wouldn't mind.

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[Mnnope. Not buying what he's selling. The corner of her mouth pulls up a little.]

And you think he'll wait for you? My, he must be quite the patient man.

[implying]

Oh, he is! Among numerous other virtues. Really, the man was nearly too good.

[ Vanadi kind of hopes he... isn't waiting, actually. A guy like Steve should be happy, not stuck waiting around for someone like Vanadi. ]

Ah, but nevermind that. You'll see what I mean when I find my way back, and there's really no use bragging until then.

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Mn, then I really do hope you find your way back to him.

But for now I think it might be better to focus on the here and now. We are stuck a war. [Says the pacifist.]

[implying]

Of course, yes, our pretty little war. [ That sounds a little amused. ] Not terribly involving, isn't it? I, for one, expected for more explosions.

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[Okay. That get's him a slight glare. And her grip at his arm might have have loosened a bit, too.]

I'd have to say I am glad for a lack of them thus far. Healing the sick and dying has put quite enough on my own plate.

[implying]

Well, I didn't say I was wishing for them! [ He glances over, head cocked. ]

Ah, but that's right, we've our... whoever that is. Unaffiliated with the war, I've heard. Everyone is alright, aren't they?

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[A siiigh.]

Martin Darkov. He's very ill. All the victims are being cared for, if that's what you mean. Unfortunately we're still not sure when it'll be resolved.

[implying]

Right, that's the one.

[ He considers it for a while, resisting the impulse to shrug it off. It probably wouldn't go over very well with a healer. ]

All in good time, I hope! As rousing as it's all been, it must be hard on our esteemed doctors.

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We're managing just fine; its everyone else I'm worried for.

[she closes her eyes for a brief pause. Its unrealistic to expect everyone to care, but its never stopped her temper before. She tries to soften her expression, mostly succeeding.]

But what I mean't before was more that it would be better not to forget our circumstances. We all need to get back home eventually.

[implying]

[ He's making a face under here, if the lean of his upper body and downward curve of his mouth is any indication. ]

Well, not all of us. Mine [ is the last place he ever wants to be?? ] was terribly dull! Perhaps I'll ask to be sent to yours instead, hmm?

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[Okay, she makes a face at that too. Because ohhhhhhhh how she wouldn't wish that hot mess on anyone!!]

My home-? Really, I don't see how that would be a solution to a lack of excitement. If I had a choice I'd have been born someplace else gladly, but I had a lot going on before they plucked me away. [A shake of the head.] There were just too many responsibilities.

[implying]

Well, a lot going on is surely better than my general nothing! [ He smiles, nudges her side gently with an elbow. ] Will you tell me about your world?

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[She lets out a breath.] There's not so much to tell; things have gotten very tense between my own kind and the non-magical. We hide ourselves among them, to avoid persecution, but we were always seen as unnecessary and dangerous.

Honestly, I kept my mind more on my own clinic then the politics. And a-- friend I hadn't seen in a very long time had just popped back up again. And that was the last thing I needed. [Somehow that all came out more like ranting... but there's no way she'd mention the actual details of her world, of course.]

[implying]

It does sound rather busy! Ah, but a friend— that's typically a good thing, isn't it? What sort of friend are we speaking of?

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Not when this friend is- [Selfish? Manipulative? A gangster!?] quite like him.

[implying]

Really. [ Oh, such a grin creeping over his face, here. ] Will you tell me more about him?

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About Niall? That- that'd have us out here all day. [If looks could kill, she'd burn a hole straight through the trees in front of them.]

He's nothing but trouble every time he pops up. I'd just agreed to help with his latest crisis, but the man is nearly impossible to work with. If I wasn't so sure he'd create some grand havoc I'd have booted him out without another word. [Which is such a liiiie.]