Being Injured is Incredibly Boring [Completed]

[trischandler]

Character(s): Tris and Xellos
Content: Tris is bored. Thankfully, this doesn't last too long.
Setting: Gayle's house in the Promenade Terrace, near Niflheim
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: ...Tris is grumpy, and Xellos... I dunno. XD

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[notsuspicious]

Wandering around the city hadn't yielded much information, unfortunately, but then Xellos hadn't really expected it to. There wasn't much information he could find out anyway, not after Raven't post on the journal's message board gave him all the secrets he could possibly learn from just looking about. All that was left now were the more difficult ones, and they had so few leads that they might as well have none at all. Sure, he liked the challenge, but this was getting rather ridiculous

[trischandler]

Tris paused at the knock, eyebrows raised. Was that who she thought it was. The call after that made her face heat, and it was only by merit of magical drain that she didn't start sparking too horribly. Her back reminded her of the stitches as she tried to sit up straight, causing a mix of a startled splutter at what she'd thought she'd heard and a pained yelp at pulling on her stitches. Taking as deep of breaths as she dared and easing herself into a seated position, she tried to clear her throat and her mind.

"Yes I am," she responded, trying to will coolness into her cheeks. She could feel the heat of her face, and that meant she was blushing. She cursed her fair complexion, mentally, in all the languages she had picked up from the Pebbled Sea to Thairos. "Come in!"

[notsuspicious]

So she did catch it. Xellos kept his amusement carefully hidden as he opened the door and stepped inside, waving at her cheerfully and saying< "Hello! I was worried you might not be here after no one answered! It's a good thing I decided to check for myself, isn't it?" Well, it was if you completely ignored how very illegal that was. Or did Paixao even have laws against that? Hmm, that could come in useful later...

Of course, once he noticed Tris's blush, it was practically impossible for him to avoid immediately walking up to her with an expression of utmost concern, placing one gloved hand against her forehead and frowning as he asked, "Oh dear, you don't have a fever, do you? You're so very flushed, Miss Tris! Are you all right?"

[trischandler]

Tris nodded, still red in the face. "Yeah, it is," she replied. Oh, good he'd decided not to call her that. She spluttered and jerked away from the gloved hand, hissing as her back protested once more. She began spluttering all over again as he called her by that gods-curst name.

She did start swearing under her breath, burying her face in her hands. "I'm fine, it's just that- what you're calling me! It sounds like something else," she groused quietly, trying not to pull on her back anymore. Damn that hurt.

[notsuspicious]

This was so much fun! She didn't react nearly as dramatically as Lina did, of course, but then she was wounded. Considering she wasn't as powerful as the red-haired sorceress, though, maybe she couldn't necessarily react the same way. It would be interesting to try and push her to her limits to find out.

Xellos pulled his hand away, though, waving it placatingly at her before sweeping into a bow. "My apologies! Is there something wrong with being called 'Miss Tris?' I thought it was quite clever, you know, with the rhyme and all." No way was he admitting he knew exactly what it sounded like. Tris could tell him that all on her own. She might not tell him certain implications the word had, but a little nudge here, a hint dropped there, and she's just have to do it.

[trischandler]

Tris's hair, at this point, was making a mildly interesting lightshow. She groused in all the tongues she could think of, shaking her head. He was determined to make her face into some kind of roasting surface, wasn't he?

Time for some of that famous Tris magic- and not of the weather variety. She quirked a brow. "You do realize that 'Miss Tris' sounds like 'mistress', which is a term used for an illicit lover or something even more base and obscene?" she asked, voice low and dry. Her face was still beet-red. Really. Calling her that.

[notsuspicious]

Oh, so more nudging wasn't needed? Xellos was more disappointed by the fact that he had misjudged what her reaction would be than that fact, but he would get better at it the more he spoke with her, he supposed. The sparks in her hair were fairly interesting as well-- she hadn't mentioned those when he spoke to her over the journals. Hmm.

Assuming an appropriately worried and embarrassed expression, he bowed lower for a moment before slowly rising, one hand going to scratch at the back of his head awkwardly. "Ah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Miss-- Chandler then? I didn't think of that at all! Oh dear, I hope you weren't too offended by that..."

[trischandler]

"Just drop the 'Miss' and call me 'Tris', would you?" she asked, rubbing at her temples. The sparks faded with Tris's heated emotions. She forced a smile at Xellos, pushing the loose hair that used to be a lightning braid behind an ear. She chuckled.

"Believe me, I've dealt with outright nastiness from other mages because of the combination of my age and power. A slip of the tongue wouldn't make me hate you."

[notsuspicious]

"Tris, then," Xellos agreed, miraculously recovering from his "embarrassment" and giving her his usual cheery grin. He had been getting a little bored with that game anyway. "Do forgive me if I slip up occasionally-- I have a very bad memory." Quite the opposite actually, but no way was he going to let such a perfect way to annoy someone slip so easily.

Pulling up a chair-- "You don't mind if I sit, do you?"-- he settled himself down and... continued smiling at her, as usual looking like he never did anything else. It may have been almost disarming at first, but after this long, it was quickly approaching unsettling instead. "And your age and power? Is that unusual?" She looked around the same age as Lina did, honestly, and while she certainly didn't qualify as the average sorceress, there were still others in the same age bracket that were nothing to sneeze at... well, to other humans, at least. Not to him.

[trischandler]

Tris shrugged. Sure. Bad memory. She smiled back at him, shrugging at his question. "Yeah, a weather-witch of my caliber, level of control, and age is a pretty uncommon thing. My sisters, brother and I are all unusual for something we managed when we were kids, and for the fact that we..." She shrugged, pulling her medallion out. "We were certified at fourteen for something that is usually only handed out to mages who are twenty or older. We're so powerful that the credential to practice magic outside of the heavily-warded city was more a way to keep us from, as Briar put it, peeing on their bushes."

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the breeze coming in through the window, playing with her hair. Go away, she groused at it, shoving lightly with what little magic she had left. She frowned.

"...The weather here dislikes me," she commented idly.