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[speaksonlytruth]

[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

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[wolflord_andain]

Well, that light show was certainly interesting.

What precisely it heralds remains to be determined.

Which is why Galadan's gaze makes its way toward the front of the room, winter-grey eyes cool and assessing.

Perhaps speech will follow, if it seems . . .

Worthwhile.

[speaksonlytruth]

She looked around slowly, appraising the area in front of her. The rush of so many voices and voices. Of people. Again. Again? Focus was an effort, and oddly enough as it started to form her gaze stopped.

On The Window.

And slowly, genuinely, she smiled.

[wolflord_andain]

Ah.

Now that is interesting.

And still Galadan waits before approaching.

Something still more interesting may yet happen. It is always best to be prepared.

[speaksonlytruth]

Stars.

Stars. Dying.
Stars. Being born.

Death. Destruction.
Life Creation.

Stars.

She walked toward it, slow and buoyant, like she wasn't quite sure where the floor was when she stepped, only that she was drawn, that she went to it. She stopped though right before the window, shoulders relaxed, staring quiet and calm.

[slayer_fray]

Mel was just walking through the bar, munching on an apple. When there's movement in the door area, she glances up.

And freezes, half eaten fruit still in her hand.

[speaksonlytruth]

Like calls to like.

And there is something in the raptor that answers the silent address, even if it is only shown in the woman looking to that space, red hair fluttering in the sudden movement. Direct and exacting and too sharp, only to soften just suddenly, her lips shifting as though seeming to say oh.

[slayer_fray]

After a moment of shock, Mel's mouth twitches involuntarily, then she relaxes further into a smile. She rocks gently back into the swing of her walk and finishes the journey, exactly as if the destinatioin all along was right next to the redhead, who of course she recognises.

"So, hey."

[speaksonlytruth]

She almost has the urge to reach out and touch the air around the face near her suddenly. The echo of flames lingers there. One of the few, one of the seldom chosen. Where the need was greater. Forever. Touched. Used. Known.

And yet not.

One of her missing pieces?

She tilted her head, a little. "Hello."

[almosthonorable]

Ben's situated at a table near the door, which is how he finds himself on the business end of this searing display.

He squints, shielding his eyes with one hand, while the other hovers over the holster at his hip.

When the woman steps into view, he relaxes, but not by much.

[speaksonlytruth]

She doesn't noticed.

But given the display before her.
This whole sudden place, it's expected.

[almosthonorable]

Blinking the sunspots from his vision, he tips back the brim of his black hat, all the better to see the newcomer.

"Evenin', miss," he says, conversational.

[speaksonlytruth]

She'd been...busy, hadn't she?
And yet no one had woken--

She looked at the voice, her mouth moving before she'd really even though of how to respond. "Hello." Soft, calm, gently receptive.

[hey35nholding]

Ow. Clem's been sporting an annoying hangover all day, and the REALLY BRIGHT LIGHT hurts like hell.

"Someone shut the barn door," she complains, covering her eyes.

[speaksonlytruth]

It would. Actually. Literally. Too.

She closed the door though. Without touching it.

[hey35nholding]

Clementine's eyebrow goes up.

"If someone slipped me some acid I'm going to be PISSED," she growls, jiggling her hair-of-the-dog tumbler of whiskey.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean glanced at the woman slowly. Bemused patience in that glance, a woman who'd watched over so many children in her time. Whenever that time had been. "You'll be alright."

[val_von_doom]

Val turns to face the sudden light without much worry as she's wearing her new contacts which are designed to darken so she can look into a star and yet still the light hurts. She squints to try and lessen the glare but gives in and turns her head until the door closes.

Now if only the spots would fade...

[speaksonlytruth]

"Sorry," she said, almost without impulse, on pure reaction. All the thoughts and all the words, all the people inside her. Each tick of life called, the same as each weary tock of death.

She had not meant to hurt. Oh, she could. She was destruction. But she hadn't meant it in this second. Hadn't meant to come wherever this was. Wasn't sure what had woken her.

[val_von_doom]

"No trouble," Val says cheerfully and really it isn't. "Mind if I ask what environment you came from? That was pretty bright."

As she talks she can't help an odd feeling of...not kinship but something close. Like they've both been through comic death something similar.

[speaksonlytruth]

She knows it as it is, but the word tumble from her mouth easily, even as she knows they are limited in capacity. But the woman is friendly, and her words find themselves, "The Crown of the White Hot Room."