[audio] un: nah (forward-dated to the 3rd)

[damnable]

So turns out the beacon can swallow you up and spit you right back out after several decades in your own world - in case everyone else is as unaware of that being a possibility as I was.

Name's Red for those of you who didn't know me before when I was teenage-shaped and brand spankin' new to life. For those who did, sorry for the awkward, weird social situation the beacon's just created for us. Now that I'm wiser-to-life, I feel it's better to be up front about some things. I can see people's souls, auras, whatever you wanna call 'em. So I know a lot about someone from the get-go, and I can't turn it on and off.

So there's some options:

A) I can tell you what I see when I meet you in full detail so you know what I know.

B) We both pretend like I don't see shit. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, it's a fun little coping mechanism.

C) My ability malfunctions - can't control this but it happens here.

D) I can make some colorful description up, and we roll with it, cause why not? Live your dreams.

If you got a preference, let me know or I'll assume B is it. I'll be at the bar, drinking about a thousand drinks, and grappling with sudden onslaught of memories and emotions and all that messy fun shit. Cheers, and Happy Train day.

( OOC: Open to network responses and/or action spam. If you want Red to see your chars' aura at some point, feel free to fill it permissions here - I assume her ability just doesn't work if there's nothing filled out so no worries regardless. :) If you already filled it out on her old journal, no need to fill it out again! )

Comments

[damnable]

( Red has become quite familiar with the need for compartmentalization, and she's not gonna push, but the answer alone gives her some idea of how close they were on top of his having the droid. She takes another sip from her glass. )

...fucked up then that he left and you're inheriting the droid.

[blackscales]

[ Wrathion nods, eyes drifting away from her towards the droid as he settles back in his chair. ]

Perhaps. But, he will be safer back home. More comfortable without the constant travel too, no doubt.

[ Surely, those are bright sides to this? ]

[damnable]

( Red takes a sip from her glass, aware of the necessity of compartmentalization - it's the name of the game for her these days. Never fully feel the shit, because it's just better that way to deal with it. She'd never push but wants to acknowledge that it's a fucked up situation. )

Yeah, no, he won't remember any of this at all so life will continue on for normal for him. ( She tilts her glass in his direction. ) Just meant it's really shitty for you.

Especially right after Alem... that was a Hell of a place. ( pun intended. )

[blackscales]

I've been in worse.

[ This, at least, is true. He drifts his eyes back to her, flicks a wan smile. ]

War is relatively commonplace, in my world, as are undead armies and invading demons. The one advantage I have here, lack of surprise.

[ Although it can backfire too. Familiarity with concepts can mean he projects incorrect assumptions. Just because they both have undead and demons, doesn't mean they abide by the same rules. ]

[damnable]

( Red meets his wan smile with a soft smirk of her own. )

...yeah, what you told me about before was pretty clear you'd been through worse than a siege and Hell. ( It's not like he had an easy experience coming into his world - let alone all the other shit the world might hold. Her eyebrow raises though briefly, and her smirk widens. ) So you've never been surprised by anything here?

[blackscales]

[ Surprised? He considers that, thoughtful. ]

I've not seen anything I struggled to believe possible.

[ So not surprised in that sense. Still: ]

At times, the behaviour of the magic is... unfamiliar.

[ That's more frustrating or confusing than surprising, however. Like knowing most of the words to a song, but finding unexpectedly some have changed. ]

[damnable]

( Red taps her fingers on the outside of her glass and then tilts her head with a little smile. )

So more like a sudden twist to something you already knew than anything that comes out of nowhere to smack you over the head in an exciting way, huh?

( She sips at her wine and then makes a mild face of commiseration. )

Sounds frustrating.