She'll make you cry...

[deals_death]

WHO: Selene (deals_death), Michael Corvin (bloodofboth), and Jade Curtiss (necroshmancer)
WHAT: Rescuing Fetching Michael from the docks after his untimely arrival.
WHERE: The docks, and then on to Selene's home.
WHEN: Immediately after Michael's arrival.

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[bloodofboth]

Michael was a little confused. He was pacing beneath the docks he had been told to get under if worst came to worst. He was weaker here, he could feel it. There were several dead creatures littering the sand around him. At the moment, he had his journal open and was scanning the page. Some girl had given him the how-to guide of this place. Ever so often he glanced up, almost at every noise, he couldn't risk himself

[deals_death]

Selene wound her way down to the pier, almost running headlong into Michael when he appeared suddenly from beneath the docks. She stopped short, slipping a little in the sand. God, she hated sand. Her first battle in Rivelata had been in the sand, and it was an absolute bitch to get used to; not to mention it had a tendency to melt and turn to glass when fire struck it just the right way.

Now that she was here, however, she was at a complete loss for what to say. She hated strange, awkward situations like this. The last thing she remembered from her world -- their world -- was screaming at him in the car. She was bleeding, feeling faint, and finally lost consciousness. She was sure she had died, until she woke up on the boat. And those cutting words she'd uttered: 'I hunt down and kill your kind...' Why would he possibly want to see her

[bloodofboth]

It was weird to see her small slip. Selene always seemed so coordinated to him. A step ahead of him, surreal, dream-like. Michael looked down and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He wasn't a fan of these awkward situations either, although he was a lot quieter than most people. That didn't change the fact that he had questions - he always had questions. His curious mind just never stopped wandering.

How much did she know? That, of course, was the most pressing question. The next being, would she really listen if he tried to fill her in on everything? He looked up again and met her eyes, confusion lacing his own features.

Michael nodded at her words. They did need to talk. They needed to fill in all the corresponding blanks, but where did they even start?

"Right here?" He asked. Privacy had seemed like something Selene had valued or at least the one he had known. Plus, the snakes would prove to be a problem.

[deals_death]

"No," Selene scoffed quietly and shook her head, turning on her heel to head back the way she'd come, motioning for Michael to follow.

It was a relatively short trip down the main roads on any normal day, but the attack was proving to be quite an issue. Selene knew the city well, having wandered and patrolled every back street and alley on a nearly-nightly basis since she arrived. It was by no means the fastest route, but it was certainly the safest at this point. From what Selene had seen, there was no way most of those snakes were small enough or dexterous enough to fit down any of the seedy alleys. In all, the usual 10-minute walk took a very winding, roundabout half-hour to complete.

When they arrived, Selene showed Michael quickly up the front steps and into her home before they were spotted by one of the flying snakes. Her home was small, but very nicely-appointed and rather cozy. Most of the acquisitions contained here came from the days when life in Rivelata was still free. Selene was one of the few smart enough to realize

[bloodofboth]

Michael was surprisingly willing to walk out if she agreed that things were different. In their own world, they had been attracted to each other and maybe more, but it didn't have to be that way here - not if she didn't want it. For all he knew, she had been here a very long time and she had probably met someone.

He stared back at her when she spoke, uncertain. He bit his lower lip, before releasing it. What did it make them? It wasn't something they had ever had a chance to talk about. Michael seemed thoughtful on the matter. "I .. I'm not really sure what that makes us." They had kissed, hadn't they? Even still, he had never been very good with these things.

"We hadn't talked about." He admitted. Had they really needed to though? They both felt it.

[deals_death]

That was all the answer she really needed. What else could that possibly mean? Something had happened, that much was obvious simply by the way he acted around her. He felt something for her, and when she looked in his eyes there was something there that made her stomach jump a in a way she didn't quite understand. It wasn't a familiar feeling to her.

But he seemed so unsure of himself, and that if nothing else was what made her wary. She settled back against the cushions, sighing quietly. Where was she supposed to go from here? What was she supposed to do with him? She couldn't just send him out on the streets, not with their history... even if she hadn't been a part of most of it.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Selene asked at last, gaze flickering back up to him. "You're perfectly welcome to stay here if you like. My roommate seems to have disappeared without a trace, so I have an extra room..."

[necroshmancer]

Almost as in answer, the house seemed to shudder and the night sky burst open, flooding the street with light... a few seconds before lightning poured down from a cloudless sky, pounding and crackling against the cobblestones relentlessly.

Then dry, polite knocking came from the front door, followed, after a short span of silence, by the knob turning, and measured steps of steel-shod military-issue boots resonating in the hall.

Jade shook a snake eyeball off his sleeve, his face a thundercloud, as chunks of charred flesh seemed to rain from the sky in the street behind him. He looked down and noticed he was tracking blood into the house -Natalia would have his head for this- but decided not to worry about it. Vampires weren't as squeamish about blood as young, blonde, princesses.

"Selene, I encountered a few... difficulties... on the way", he called out, "Nothing that couldn't be resolved, of course. But it did make quite a mess in front of your house

[deals_death]

The sudden crackling outside made Selene jump with its suddenness. The polite knock, however, was all she needed to know who was outside that door.

Jade was tall and imposing as ever, and she knew it was him even with that heavy cloak he wore. Even if she hadn't seen him for a while, she recognized that demeanor almost immediately. Augh, but he was tracking blood all over her beautiful wood floors. She may not have been squeamish about blood and gore, but she still didn't care for it getting tracked all over her home.

She sighed heavily, hanging her head into her hands for a moment. She pushed herself up from the couch, wrinkling her nose as she unclasped the cloak from around his neck and tossed it back out onto the porch before closing the door behind him.

"Just... don't step on the carpet," she chided, motioning over to Michael. "Jade, this is Michael. He's... from my home. Michael, this is Jade."