Session Start: Mon Apr 28 22:14:53 2008 Session Ident: #lunar-iog2 ---Stuff is happening. This is a sign thereof.--- * Tanan walks a projection through the darkened city, approaching where the destiny is being dug out. His left arm is encased up to the elbow in a mass of crystal, a pair of boots and a pendant vaguely visible within. The sword of althena is carried openly in his other arm, and his face is hard and angry. * Tanan pauses a little way from the destiny, looking back and forth over the area. His voice is deceptively mild, almost pleasant, when he finally calls out. "Has anyone seen Trune?" * Ryllan freezes in the middle of shoveling rock and his head snaps around to look at Tanan, his eyes widen, seeing Tanan's new toys, and he throws his shovel away. He walks over, blinking, "Uh, I think I saw him come by earlier, but I was a bit busy. What's..." * Tanan tightens his grip on the sword, still talking in a conversational tone, as though he was discussing the weather. "He attempted to get Niri to try to do telepathy with him. I'm going to explain why this is a bad idea." * Ryllan searches Tanan's face, looking for any sign that this might be some horrible joke. Finding none, he settles for a curse, "Fuck. You're not kidding, are you? ...Let's go." Oh? You don't have to stop here. I'm sure I can convince him on my own, if you can point me his way. * Ryllan searches Tanan's expression again, then shakes his head, "No, I think I'd better be here for this. Safety in numbers, and all that." He neglects to specify just who's safety he's concerned with, and walks quickly away from the Destiny. The other people working on it seem to breathe a little easier as he leads Tanan away. * Tanan falls into step. "Ah. If you're certain." >> After a time, the two pass by a large oak tree that's slightly illuminated by a streetlamp not too far away. It appears that at the base of the tree someone is sitting against the trunk, hunched over slighty. Upon closer inspection, it seems to be Trune. Ahhh, there he is * Trune 's head rises slightly at the voices, and seems at first disintrested, glancing back down at the ground -- until he gets a better look at Tanan, realizing just who it is. He lets out a sharp breath, scrabbling backwards, his back hitting the trunk of the tree. * Tanan tilts his head a little and smiles as he approaches Trune. It's a warm smile, friendly, open, and very obviously fake. "Oh, good. You know what I want to talk to you about then." * Trune 's breath quickens, and if anything his unease grows worse. His eyes are wide, and they don't leave Tanan's face. * Ryllan steps towards the tree, "But by all means, let's hear your side of the story." Ryllan's voice is calm, controlled, "Like how in hell that even might have seemed like a good idea." * Trune takes a long breath, obviously trying to regain a bit of control. He pulls out his whiteboard, and writes something upon it, showing it to the pair. It's a bit difficult to read in the poor lighting: "It was a mistake." Yes, it was. But that's not the question I asked. Yeees. A mistake. That's one way to put it. * Trune shakes his head, writing another message on his board. He flips it towards Tanan and Ryllan, "Dad suggested it." Tch. A way to get it out of your head and into someone else? Make things difficult for it, and then open a link? * Trune shakes his head vehemently, and writes something else on his board. As he turns it towards the two, he taps the board for emphsis, "I would never hurt her!" No. You wouldn't. * Tanan lowers the sword, letting the tip touch the ground. He looks and sounds almost sympathetic now. "So you say. Can you be sure your father feels the same way? Of course, he might have been hoping to see you dump it off on anyone. And I'm sure it doesn't care- we've already seen that." * Trune looks genuinely conflicted now - he has nob «ooc: evil! » * Tanan brings the sword snapping back up, to point at Trune. Light plays along its blade, and he glares down its length at Trune. "If you do hurt her though, or get this to infect her, 4I will end you and all that you love." * Trune looks geniunely conflicted now, this is an angle he has not considered. He goes to pick up the board to write another message -- until the point of the blade is pointing straight at him. His eyes widen, and his breath is quick. He looks terrified. * Tanan turns on his heel and starts walking away. * Trune doesn't move so much of an inch -- his eyes are rooted to Tanan as he departs. * Ryllan turns to look at Tanan, then back at Trune. He walks over to Trune and kneels down, "Look, Trune. You have to understand something. Whatever your father did, it delayed this, but it hasn't stopped it. I like you, I really do. But you're dangerous, which means you have to act like you understand that. So far, you haven't" * Tanan is now known as Etir Think before you speak, and before you act, and /check/ any impluses or advice you might recieve against your fucking common sense. * Trune 's eyes slowly lose that look of fear, and instead they look like someone who is watching everything unravel before them. He numbly nods his head to Ryllan. If you can't do that... Goddess, Trune, do you have any idea how much your little proposal sounded like an obvious escape plan? If you keep acting like the virus, we'll have no choice but to assume. And while I'll keep Tanan from your family... I don't think I'd be able to keep him back from you. Not in good conscience. * Trune stiffens a little at that last statement, but the expression in his eyes does not change. It's almost as if he expected this answer. You should rest, if you're coming tomorrow. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go back to the academy. It might be safer, for both Niri and you. * Trune pauses, and actually looks like he's considering it for a moment, but then he picks up his whiteboard and writes something down, "I want to help Vytor. After that...I can leave if you will let me. I want to protect her." Go get some rest then. We'll need to leave early if we want to get there on time. * Trune gives Ryllan another nods, and stands, collecting his belongings. He gently picks up Molly, who was sleeping in the crook of the tree's roots, and places her gently in his pockets. He seems to be doing this almost in a daze. «ooc: another nod, even » «ooc: also, pocket. LOL I am the plural queen » * Ryllan looks after Trune and gives a long sigh, "Alright, we'll go back together. I think I know someone who lives on the way who'll take care of your cat, too. Don't want to expose her to radiation." * Trune looks down at the tiny cat currently dozing in his pockets, and sighs. He doesn't seem to protest. ==== Stuff is no longer happening! Nothing to see here! move along === Session Close: Mon Apr 28 23:46:17 2008