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Who: blackantiquas and whomever cares to join him.
What: Keeping safe in the warm Keep.
When: Mid-morning on the 23rd onwards.
Where: The Great Hall, in the Great Keep ( Read more... )
What: Keeping safe in the warm Keep.
When: Mid-morning on the 23rd onwards.
Where: The Great Hall, in the Great Keep ( Read more... )
"Confound this Keep!" He rails, dragging his gun out to try and use the low, eerie blue light it provided.
This whole situation reminded him of when he'd first arrived.
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Which meant she'd gone out with naught but her iPod, and was having to attempt to see her way by the glow of its little screen. Not exactly the best flashlight.
Fortunately, she heard a familiar voice expressing what were pretty much her sentiments - although with a bit less cursing than she'd have used - and perked up the slightest bit.
"Megamind?"
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He pauses, swinging the de-gun around to aim it in the direction of the voice, expression suspicious - he wants to make sure he's not hearing things.
"Ryn?" He doesn't quite trust it's really her.
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She heard the suspicion in his voice, but that didn't stop her from continuing towards him. Though her abilities don't work as well here as they do normally, they're at least functioning well enough that she's reasonably sure she can trust her sense that it's him.
"Yeah, it's me. Don't suppose you've any idea what the hell is going on?"
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Not enough to be completely at ease, however.
"Not a bloody clue. I assume that, by your question, you don't know, either?"
His face was fixed in a deep scowl - he was incredibly displeased, that much was obvious.
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Not that she wasn't used to that, of course, but it was different back when they'd been left mostly to themselves, and hadn't had crap like this thrown at them.
"Nothing. Wasn't exactly keeping an eye on the journals, I'm afraid. Not that it probably would've been doing much good if I did, considering what information we're usually given."
It was unsettling enough that when she got close enough, she reached out automatically to rest her free hand on his forearm, checking him for injuries.
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After Halloween, he was less than enthusiastic about this set of events. He would have been anyway, granted, but that didn’t make any difference in the long run.
He glanced down when he felt a hand on him - a few months back he would have flinched away or demanded a good three feet of space on all sides but he finds that now he’s not so uncomfortable with people in his bubble - to a degree. He’s not sure what she’s doing, precisely, but she wasn’t going to be shooed away.
“What are you doing?”
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Of course, how much that would help was uncertain, considering she tended to be not all that great about keeping up with resolutions.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's nothing we're going to like."
Ryn frowned briefly at his question, but realized what he was asking about quickly. More quickly than she would have on first arriving here, anyway, as she was slowly getting used to actually having to explain what she was doing, when before, anyone she'd have automatically checked would've just known.
"Checking for injuries. It's - something of a habit."
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Since, you know - he's fairly meticulous and likes knowing what is going on. Being stranded in the dark is not his cup of tea. At least he had his gun on him.
"Highly doubtful."
There was nothing to like about this so far, so anything further would be added misery, he was sure of it.
"...Oh. Right - that ah...healing...thing you do."
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And she was definitely going to have to try and look into getting a better weapon. The kitchen knife that she'd pilfered wasn't much.
"There's been very little so far here that I've liked much."
She frowned slightly at that last bit, though she didn't move her hand from his arm.
"Does it bother you?"
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"I--no. No, it's...it's quite fine. Just --"
Very few people willingly do that. Since being here, it's become a more common occurring, but he's still not used to it.
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And she was going to completely misunderstand the reasons for his hesitance.
"It doesn't hurt. And I can't, you know, read or see anything, just tell if you've got injured."
She'd had a few people in the past who hadn't really her to touch them when they found out she could get a sense of their life force - or whatever it was - by doing it.
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Though her next words have him frowning.
"What? No -- I'm just...not used to people...touching me. Willingly, you know? Without fear of...being dehydrated or destroyed or something else equally nasty." He quickly amends this. "Not that I'd do anything of the sort to you, it's just...."
He shrugs.
"Villain."
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But then she frowned as well, because his response absolutely hadn't been what she was expecting.
Right, that. She was still getting used to remembering that the prisons of other worlds were different than the ones in her own. Being a villain had never really stopped anyone from willing touching her.
Well, anyone she didn't have any objection to touching her, anyway. Or anyone who wasn't an absolute fucking moron who believed everything he heard on the streets. Or anyone who wasn't in a lower rank, who'd seen her fight, back when she was still Reaper.
All right, maybe it had stopped some people.
"Well. People are idiots."
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Well, it's the whole 'alien baby freak' thing he's got going on.
"Agreed. I find the vast majority of humanity to be soft headed imbeciles who can't see a foot in front of their noses. Pathetic, really - I suppose it's why I keep such particular company."
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Obviously, Megamind's world was stupid. Or at least, the people there were even more stupid than the ones in Ryn's world. She was far too used to living amongst all different kinds of supernaturals to think a blue alien was strange.
"It seems that's true across worlds. It's like that where I'm from, and so far I'm finding that it's pretty much the same here."
Because of course, it couldn't be Ryn's fault that there were only a handful of people here she didn't think were irritating.
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