[that staves of her next reaction, which was to suggest the clinic. Times like these really made her miss Len more than ever.
Her voice is soft, worry marring her features.] I'm so sorry...
[if it occurs to her to ask why he was attacked, she doesn't do it. She knows too well how it feels to be blamed when you're the victim of a crime.
Father forgive me, for I have sinned. I made my brother...
She doesn't reach for him, either. Having just been attacked, that's probably the last thing he wants. Instead, she forces the tiniest of smiles, tilting her head back in the direction she'd come] Do you want to get out of the rain? There's food and drink just a little further in the village. [and there'd be a chance to see how bad his injuries really were]
[James might stand a good eight inches taller than her but he manages to make himself look unbelievably small; shoulders hunched in and head bowed while his frame drowned in fabric.
He looked as if he was just barely keeping himself from letting any tears loose. And really, who could blame him? He'd just woken up in a strange place with wings and had someone nearly beat him to death. Any normal person would be upset.]
Please? [He looked hopeful for a moment. That someone might actually be able to help him.]
[her brow furrowed, apologetic] I'm sorry...I don't have an umbrella.
[fine with the rain for herself, she didn't like forcing him out into it when he already looked so miserable...but she was hoping food and warmth would help]
The name of the village is Luceti. It's...well, I'd say it's probably not what you're expecting, but you've had just about the worst welcome possible. [her tone was gentle as she kept a careful eye on him, starting to head in the direction of the village shops. If he didn't look able to travel, she'd have to call for one of the healers or doctors to help him] It's not usually like that, though. Not that you've got any reason to believe me.
[that laugh was a relief, really, and she gives him a faint smile at the sound.] Jilly.
...I'm not saying it's for sure--I don't know what happened--but if you woke up in the clinic...maybe they did too. Not everyone takes showing up here well.
[she shook her head, some of her curls escaping her hood to be instantly drenched by the rain] If wings and kidnappings weren't enough, there's no telling where people will end up.
...But I guess no one's really been able to talk to you about all this yet, right? You probably have a world of questions.
I'd say it's easier, hearing it from a person, but I don't know how true that actually is.
[her head tilted as she thought] I'm not sure. Over a hundred, I think, though I'm not sure how much more.
[thankfully they weren't far from the main part of town, and she directs them towards the coffee shop. There would be hot and cold drinks there, and food. And it would be more quiet than Good Spirits.]
[it's a accompanied by a sideways glance. Not out of distrust, really, but surprise.
She had accepted it with little question...but then, she'd always believed in places like this. Or wanted to believe, anyway. She wasn't used to others being so accepting, especially after going through the kind of ordeal he'd faced. If anything, she would have expected that to make him less trusting.]
[she gives him a small, apologetic smile] Well, you've had to deal with a bit more than a pinch. But I get it. I thought I was in the Dreamworlds when I first got here.
[her concern kept her grounded and more serious than usual, but some of her characteristic joy comes back to her eyes at the question.]
My friend Sophie...she can visit another world when she sleeps. It's not just a normal dream though. Not like you'd expect. she actually has a full life there, and she's not the only person I know who's been there.
[she gave him a sideways glance, and from her smile it's hard to tell whether she's being serious or pulling his leg] Of course, she's got fairy blood, so it's never been a surprise that she could get there. When I woke up here, with wings, I kind of hoped that I'd managed to dream myself over, too.
[James listens intently as he trots after her, nodding at the right moments and humming up until 'fairy blood' is mentioned...then he goes quiet and speaks after she's finished.]
Normally this would be the part where I tell you you're off your rocker but seeing as we've got wings and all I'm more inclined to believe you.
[Speaking of wings, it'd be of note that James's haven't moved, twitched, fluttered or flattened since his first instant here. It might be due to getting the shit beat of him but....it might not be.]
[she laughed, not at all offended by the off-her-rocker comment. After all, she'd heard the same or worse many, many times before] Well, you'll have to take my word on Sophie...but there's plenty else here that's fantastic in it's own right.
[Either she doesn't notice his embarrassment or, more likely, she chooses not to draw attention to it. Either way, being called insane (however it was phrased) was nothing new. If anything, it was amusingly familiar]
There are a few, actually. Though I haven't really had a chance to talk with them, yet.
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Date: 2012-03-19 08:28 am (UTC)Her voice is soft, worry marring her features.] I'm so sorry...
[if it occurs to her to ask why he was attacked, she doesn't do it. She knows too well how it feels to be blamed when you're the victim of a crime.
Father forgive me, for I have sinned. I made my brother...
She doesn't reach for him, either. Having just been attacked, that's probably the last thing he wants. Instead, she forces the tiniest of smiles, tilting her head back in the direction she'd come] Do you want to get out of the rain? There's food and drink just a little further in the village. [and there'd be a chance to see how bad his injuries really were]
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Date: 2012-03-19 09:04 am (UTC)He looked as if he was just barely keeping himself from letting any tears loose. And really, who could blame him? He'd just woken up in a strange place with wings and had someone nearly beat him to death. Any normal person would be upset.]
Please? [He looked hopeful for a moment. That someone might actually be able to help him.]
That'd be nice.
I don't exactly know where to go.
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Date: 2012-03-19 03:43 pm (UTC)[her brow furrowed, apologetic] I'm sorry...I don't have an umbrella.
[fine with the rain for herself, she didn't like forcing him out into it when he already looked so miserable...but she was hoping food and warmth would help]
The name of the village is Luceti. It's...well, I'd say it's probably not what you're expecting, but you've had just about the worst welcome possible. [her tone was gentle as she kept a careful eye on him, starting to head in the direction of the village shops. If he didn't look able to travel, she'd have to call for one of the healers or doctors to help him] It's not usually like that, though. Not that you've got any reason to believe me.
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Date: 2012-03-19 06:27 pm (UTC)S'alright. I don't mind getting wet really. Just wasn't prepared for it.
[He laughs again, the sound comes with a bit more body to it. Like it could be genuine amusement.]
I think I'll take to believing you on that end. Somehow I don't think the welcome wagon traditionally comes with psychotics.
I'm James - by the way.
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Date: 2012-03-19 06:32 pm (UTC)...I'm not saying it's for sure--I don't know what happened--but if you woke up in the clinic...maybe they did too. Not everyone takes showing up here well.
[she shook her head, some of her curls escaping her hood to be instantly drenched by the rain] If wings and kidnappings weren't enough, there's no telling where people will end up.
...But I guess no one's really been able to talk to you about all this yet, right? You probably have a world of questions.
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Date: 2012-03-19 07:08 pm (UTC)[After having his head stitched and being patted on the back, James cracked the journal open and figured it out. Sort of.]
Bit much to take in.
How many people are here anyways?
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Date: 2012-03-20 02:05 am (UTC)[her head tilted as she thought] I'm not sure. Over a hundred, I think, though I'm not sure how much more.
[thankfully they weren't far from the main part of town, and she directs them towards the coffee shop. There would be hot and cold drinks there, and food. And it would be more quiet than Good Spirits.]
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Date: 2012-03-20 07:30 am (UTC)[James follows her dutifully through the rain like a beat up little puppy being promised food. And he is hungry - that part at least, isn't an act.]
There's a lot I don't really know whether to believe or not but I guess if we can get wings then I should just swallow my medicine, huh?
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Date: 2012-03-21 02:10 am (UTC)[it's a accompanied by a sideways glance. Not out of distrust, really, but surprise.
She had accepted it with little question...but then, she'd always believed in places like this. Or wanted to believe, anyway. She wasn't used to others being so accepting, especially after going through the kind of ordeal he'd faced. If anything, she would have expected that to make him less trusting.]
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Date: 2012-03-21 04:12 am (UTC)I'm not so sure I'm awake right now, yanno?
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Date: 2012-03-21 04:23 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-03-21 07:42 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-03-22 03:20 am (UTC)My friend Sophie...she can visit another world when she sleeps. It's not just a normal dream though. Not like you'd expect. she actually has a full life there, and she's not the only person I know who's been there.
[she gave him a sideways glance, and from her smile it's hard to tell whether she's being serious or pulling his leg] Of course, she's got fairy blood, so it's never been a surprise that she could get there. When I woke up here, with wings, I kind of hoped that I'd managed to dream myself over, too.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:21 am (UTC)I picked all that up, I promise, but:
Fairy..blood?
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:27 pm (UTC)After all, she doesn't doubt this for a second]
On her mother's side. I don't know if fairy is really the right word, but it fits. Because she's kind of magic.
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Date: 2012-03-31 02:31 am (UTC)[He's either trying to call her on the bluff, or he's genuinely interested...both are of equal chance here.]
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Date: 2012-04-02 11:26 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-04-04 06:13 pm (UTC)[Speaking of wings, it'd be of note that James's haven't moved, twitched, fluttered or flattened since his first instant here. It might be due to getting the shit beat of him but....it might not be.]
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Date: 2012-04-06 11:54 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-04-14 05:26 am (UTC)[He smiles a little, slightly embarrassed that he called her insane pretty much.]
I saw a turtle the size of a person walking around the other day.
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:07 am (UTC)There are a few, actually. Though I haven't really had a chance to talk with them, yet.
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:39 am (UTC)[Or so he says...]
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:44 am (UTC)It has it's moments.
Sometimes it's incredibly slow. Or maybe it just feels that way because I'm used to...more. Being in a city.
And, just when you get used to that, the world turns on its head again.
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:49 pm (UTC)So people just make new lives here, huh?
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Date: 2012-05-13 02:08 am (UTC)[she gives him a smile that's more teasing than serious, though she means it well enough] And that doesn't really help kill time.
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