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Inga Freyjasdottir Everyone escapes the blasted land of the Black Sea, rushing through the golden glowing gates Riva had opened with the POWER OF LIGHT METAL! But where do they lead? Turns out, the lead straight to Agartha.

Agartha, for those who have never seen it before, is a truly magnificent sight. Golden light bathes everything, seeming to come from all around, light flooding the spaces between the winding branch pathways that stretch in a myriad of direction. One can see no end to them, just a continually winding maze. It is big. Unfathomably big. It is understandable why is is called the World Tree. There is a gentle hum in the background, and a sweet smell of honey.

There are others milling about, more people who were chosen by the Buzzing, talking or running by on the path to their own destinations.

The path straight ahead of them leads toward a portal, shimmering like a clear pool in sunlight. Through it, one can glimpse a city. London, for those who recognize it. Two very large, mechanical looking forms stand nearby, but they do not seem to be stopping anyone. "There!" Inga says, pointing to the portal. London, why not? They could find rest there, and tacos to help people recover.

So...London. It's night time, but the city lights are bright and obscure almost all of the stars above them. Brick and stone building line a street of wet cobblestones, and the spicy, tantalizing smell of tacos wafts through the air.

Inga hold her staff in one hand, holding onto a lucky volunteer on the other. While she's not so seriously injured as some others, the experience has certainly taken a toll on her. "Riva, you know London well don't you? Where can we rest?" she asks. Doesn't the organization Riva is with have a base here? Would they let them all in?
Yuna Kagurazaka Once they're in safe territory, Yuna lets out a breath (and sets down anyone she might have been carrying). "Thanks for your help, Jiina ..."

With that, Powered Form's bulk glows and vanishes, with a number of green-and-white parts reassembling into an android's form next to her, leaving Yuna in her basic Light Suit. Then the android's body changes, taking the form of a human girl - and Yuna's battlesuit is replaced, in a ripple of wind and light, with her civilian attire.

"I'll go find the warpgate," Jiina says with a smile. "You rest up and relax. Good to see you all," she waves to the other members of the group, then sets off. That leaves Yuna looking around, taking in their surroundings - first (briefly) in Agartha, followed by a longer look at London.
Kyle Katarn     Kyle has elected to help INga along, draping the wise woman's arm over his uninjured shoulder. He's pretty badly beat up, not to mention nursing a stab wound that's only barely been stitched together. He's counting on Inga to handle the actual treatment, as he's still bleeding pretty badly through his shirt from beneath a leather jacket.

    SNiff sniff. Kyle smells something spicy, and it isn't just something dead or piss drunk in an alleyway. "Long as there's stiff drinks available, I'm open to whatever." The alcohol might help with cleaning out his stab wounds anyways.
Staren     Oh hey, the world tree! It's been some time since Staren was last here. He trusts Inga and friends to guide them along its branches. Staren emerges into modern London! "I'll just tell people it's a cosplay outfit... But um, don't we need to get Harry and Kyle some medical attention?"
Eithne Sullivan     There's something about Agartha that Eithne likes, and something else that puts her a bit on edge. She supposes it must the the buzzing. She absently licks the sticky mix of blood and poison off of her palm, shiny new skin the only trace of the thorn she'd left in the Doll's ankle. But the sunlight is nice, and the color's not bad, and Eithne does so like trees...

    It's almost a shame when they step out of the secret world and into drab, boring old London. But the smells here are better, she thinks privately. Rain and paving stones and kebabs and moldy shingles, beer and blood and wet dog.
Wuyin Tsai Wuyin is already in Agartha by the time they all get back and settled. He's cleaned up somehow, blood removed from his hoodie and the hole in it from the razor-shovel repaired. He's cleaning his sword when they find him near the London portal. It looks like he took an art piece from someplace much nicer than their world and decided to stab people with it, what with how nice-looking it is.

He makes that vanish on their way through, passing Inga her things without much commentary. The London portal leads into a passage down to a subway terminal, and up to a little market before opening out onto the cobbled streets. Wuyin adjusts his 3D glasses, looking around. "Tacos in the park, I think," he comments.
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga blinks, looking to Staren. "Yes. I am the medical attention, but I'd rather not be healing people in the street if possible," she answers. "I suppose the park would be alright..." but she's hoping for something better.

Inga, now that she has her things back, takes her knife and slices into her hand, then flicks the blood outward and toward Harry, who is being carried by Eithne. He's too far gone to notice this fact, which is probably best for his ego.

The next flick of anima-infused blood magic is for Kyle. It will hold him over until she can dedicate a more concentrated efford.

Inga looks to Wuyin, nodding. "Alright, tacos in the park it is. As long as there's somewhere for Harry to lay down so I can work on him and Kyle," she says, then lets Wuyin lead the way.
Kyle Katarn     Kyle cocks an eyebrow, trying to not bleed too much on Inga. "What's a taco." he asks, utterly straight faced before he feels Inga's magic help tide him over. "Hooooo, that helps, yeah. That magic of yours is pretty handy." Pause. "Heh. Hand. 'cause...well..." He wobbles a free hand, before he sniffs again. "WHy do I keep smelling honey?" He asks after a moment.
Yuna Kagurazaka "Tacos sound good to me," Yuna says with a wry smile. Despite the amount of punishment she's taken in the past day or two, she doesn't look that badly wounded. Of course, she DID take the troll's attack on her shield, which was being held on a powered manipulator than her own arm.

What she does look like is 'tired'. Not bags-under-her-eyes need to sleep, just weary - her smile isn't quite as bright as it could be, her voice not so much 'subdued' as 'wouldn't go much higher if she needed it to'. Her Light Suit has to draw power from somewhere, and while the Queen of Light is the ultimate source of Yuna's powers, Yuna's heart and spirit are very much part of the equation.

She's not about to topple over, though. Not just yet. "I can get tacos that aren't too spicy-hot, right?" Yuna adds as they approach the park. The way Inga is using her blood makes Yuna blanch a little, but - well, Riva's doing it willingly, and it SEEMS like it's working on her 'patients'. That kind of takes away any grounds Yuna might have tried arguing *from*. "And I don't know, Kyle, but I think I smell it too ... it's not honeybee season here, is it?"
Staren     Staren can't help but wince as Inga cuts her hand. That's got to hurt, doesn't it?

    "It's a kind of food. Also a kind of fruit on one world." Staren replies to Kyle as he follows.
Wuyin Tsai "The Buzzing tends to the World Tree," Wuyin explains, in a moment of almost-straightforwardness. He still manages to sound a little mysterious about it all. "What better attendants than bees?"

He gives Inga a look. Everyone's pretty beat up... "Mm. Dante sells his hot sauce seperately. I'll get the food; why don't we meet in Tabula Rasa instead? More comfortable seating, and nobody will look at any of you funny for dressing strangely." Wuyin nods down the street. "It's off the park, on the square. They'll let you in." He glances at Inga, and heads off in the opposite direction to get food. Probably.
Kyle Katarn     "Oh." Kyle tilts his head, remembering the taco dipping sauce Ellestaria made once. Suddenly the bee thing makes more sense, as Wuyin explains things. "Huh, explains why I keep hearing buzzing." He muses, before he ambles down where the Asian man had directed, helping Inga along. "You gonna be okay, Inga?" Kyle asks, still concerned for a friend.
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga laughs softly. "I will introduce you to tacos as Riva and Wuyin once did. They are delicious--and not too spicy," she adds to Yuna.

As for the honey scent remarked upon...Inga bites her lip a moment. "That would be the smell from Agartha...or me. Or Riva and Wuyin. We all carry that scent because we were chosen," she begins to explain. Now that she has her walking stick, she does not need to lean so much on Kyle. "I'm...alright. Tired. Worried," she says, glancing back at Harry.

Inga looks to Wuyin, nodding. "Tabula Rasa," she repeats, trusting there will be a sign for...well, someone else to read.
Eithne Sullivan     Harry's being carried fireman-style over Eithne's shoulders, despite him being much taller than her. As long as she doesn't stand up too straight, she can hold him in place with one arm. "I could go fer tacos," she nods simply.

    More importantly, she could go for being in a park. "He's going to be fine," she says, maybe unnecessarily, but Inga looks worried. "I'd know if he were dyin'." Look, he's breathing and everything! Eithne gives the seer what she hopes is a reassuring grin. The residual mud and gore probably... don't help. But she's trying!!

    Tabula Rasa... the Clean Slate? That... doesn't sound like a pub.
Yuna Kagurazaka Yuna looks down at herself in confusion. She's not dressed strangely ... ?

Well, some of her allies probably stand out more in a 'modern day' setting than Yuna herself does at the moment. "If they'll let us bring outside food in, that sounds good," the blonde singer says. "I could use a chance to sit. Thanks," she adds, nodding to Inga and Wuyin. She seems especially grateful to know they won't be spicy; apparently that's a thing for her.

(Meanwhile, a random J-Pop wota in some world pulls up Yuna's public bio on her official website. 'Least favorite food: Anything spicy!' is listed among her likes and dislikes.)

Here and now, though, Yuna just follows along with the group. She's looking around, but the first sign she *might* detour towards is actually a furniture and sports store called 'Table Racers'. Then there's the electronics store called 'Tablets 'R' Us'.

... yeah, she's bad with English; better if she lets a native speaker navigate.
Wuyin Tsai Tabula Rasa has an old worldsy sign out front, set back a little from the street. There'sa a nice brown wooden sign with gold letters over the recessed double doors and the small window that doesn't show the inside at all. It seems to be lit up, though, and open; someone leaves and walks right past the group with barely a glance, heading the way they just came from with nary a word.

Inside is completely different. The interior walls keep the old world charm, with brown-buttressed walls at ground level and a slightly amber cast to the walls between the likely-ornamental supports. The carpeting is soft enough to keep things quiet, a nice dark red with lighter-colored lines on it. The keen-eyed will spot the hexagonal pattern to the wallpaper and the carpet. Full bookcases are present along the walls between pleasant landscape paintings from around the world, and seating is plentiful: a little cluster of fancy-looking golden chairs with red cushioning are setup by some of the bookcases under one of the several wall lamps, while a couple of couches and big, U-shaped seats in what looks like black leather are gathered around a long, low wooden coffee table. That's probably the best seating for a group this size and this injured.

Oh, and then there's the floating blocks.

Starting maybe eight feet up, the walls are replaced with enormous metal cubes bearing a dark mark on the face, like a square bulged out horizontally at its center. Some of them float in the air instead, the marks glowing with a golden light, slowly drifting across the room while never intersecting. A couple of people go to a desk on the far side of the lounge and get a key to one of the only other doors in here, disappearing inside, and another one of the blocks light up.

Above it all is the starry night sky, unblemished by the city's lights. It's nice and warm in here, even if it's open-air... but it can't be. Is that even London's sky? Well, it's pretty, no matter how you slice it. Pretty and weird.

Wuyin hasn't shown up with the tacos yet.
Kyle Katarn     Luckily Kyle can read fine, and he tracks down Tabula Rasa pretty quickly. "It's as good a name as any for a drinking establishment far as I care." He muses with a shrug, eyeing Eithne. He actually hasn't met her OR Wuyin, actually. He knows Dresden, Inga, and Staren just fine as it is.

    Wandering in with the others, Kyle's eyes go wide when he sees the floating blocks, and his jaw plummets. "...wow."

    Yeah, this is a hell of a sight to behold.
Staren     "...Does that mean the bees pollinate the world tree? Are there world tree seeds?" Staren wonders aloud.

    Someone walks right by the group without seeming to even notice them. "Um." Staren comments, watching them go. And then on inside they go!

    Staren doesn't comment further, until he notices the floating blocks. "...Kind of makes one think of a honeycomb... Do, uh, do they have actual tacos here?" He looks at the desk. Makes one think more of a storage unit, or hotel. He shrugs, and looks for someplace Harry can lay down...
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga stands out in that what she is currently wearing barely registers as a dress. It's in tatters, and she is grateful for whatever forsight lead her to put on bloomers today or people would have a reason to stare.

They reach Tabula Rasa and Inga enters without too much hesitation. People are too injured to be terribly picky. It seems a good choice, in the end, for there is plentiful room and a couch where Eithne can lay Harry. There's a table, and seats for everyone. Inga looks around, noting all the details, smiling slightly as she does so. "This is a place made for those like us," she observes, motioning for Kyle to take a seat so that she can deal with his back. As taco's have not yet arrived, best to get that out of the way.

Digging into her pouch, she pulls out a flask. In it, is very strong whiskey. This, she hands to Kyle. He deserves it.

With that, Inga starts to help him from his shirt without hesitation or hint of embarrassment. She's a healer. She goes into healer mode and gets things done. Glancing upward for a moment, Inga purses her lips. "I wonder what those blocks are," she comments, looking over to Eithne and Harry. He's in bad shape, but stable. She'll be giving him something to keep him sleeping while he heals because he will not want to be awake. "Yuna, in my bag there's a small bottle of reddish-brown liquid, could you get it please?" she asks the singer, deligating as necessary.
Kyle Katarn     Welp, time for healing. Kyle doesn't complain much as his shirt and jacket come off, leaving him in a pretty tattered tank top. For a dude his age, he's in pretty good shape, with tightly cut muscles that give him an athletic, strong build. Also notable are a LOT of scars acquired over years of service and combat missions, all of them long since faded to carrying degrees.

    When he realizes what Inga means by a reddish brown liquid, the Jedi take the whiskey and starts drinking -hard- after he dips a good bit on the cut on his back, letting the alcohol clean out the blood in his cuts as he grits his teeth in pain. "Aaaaggh...this is gonna be fun." He grouses resignedly, sitting down and letting Inga get to work.
Yuna Kagurazaka "Reddish-brown .. right!" Yuna nods, and - since she has Inga's deliberate permission - she starts looking through Inga's bag for the bottle, or maybe 'vial' is going to be a more accurate word.

She's not paying a whole lot of attention to whatever might be in there that isn't a relatively small bottle, so the secrets of Inga's inventory are fairly safe. If there are any other small bottles in there, Yuna's only going to take them out far enough to confirm the color of their contents. When she finds a bottle that matches the description, she brings it over, "You mean this one?"

She might wonder whether that's blood as well, but - well, she'd probably be happier *not* knowing, it's really Inga's business what's in there. Literally. Inga is the healer in the group right now.

"So what did you mean by 'a place for those like us?'" she wonders after handing off the (correct) bottle. "You mean this world's protectors?"
Staren     Staren gives a brief 'Ah' at the explanation that this place is for 'people like us'. That explains... wait, what's wrong with the sky? Okay, it explains /some/ things.

    After staring at the sky for a bit, Staren removes his helmet and sets it on the table. "Reddish-brown liquid? What is it?" he asks, as he reaches into his bag and starts pulling out bandages.
Eithne Sullivan     Thankfully, they find the lounge. It's not a park, but it'll be good enough! Especially for people like Harry, who should really be put down on something cleaner than 'the ground'. A nice bench will do just fine. For now, she'll just... try to ignore Kyle's strange look.

    Inga attends to Kyle first, and Eithne takes a moment to carefully roll the unconscious wizard off of her shoulders. "Down yeh go, boyo," she murmurs, setting him down long enough to carefully tug his trenchcoat off. Rolling it up into a makeshift pillow, she lays him down on the bench and tucks it underneath Harry's head.

    "Don't suppose anybody's got a magic pocket with some blankets in it?" she notes hopefully. Looking at you, Staren! She thinks you're a magical science catboy. Who knows what those can do? "S'a good question," she nods to Yuna.
Wuyin Tsai Wuyin comes back. He steps inside, offering a glance at the group. A couple of women sitting in a reading nook across the room give him a look, exchange quiet words, and start to pack up to leave almost immediately. They're wearing a lot of red, and look like locals. He ignores them, heading over to the hotel-like front desk and having a few words with a uniformed man there.

He finally moves over to the rest. Wuyin pulls a couple white paper sacks out of his pockets that shouldn't have fit in the first place, setting them on a smaller end table nearby. They smell like tacos. Tacos have a very taco-y smell. Still hot, too. "The man at the desk has been informed we may need a room for the evening for him," Wuyin says, glancing at Eithne and Inga. "Blankets will not be necessary. Riva will foot the bill."
Inga Freyjasdottir Actually, the reddish-brown liquid is for Harry. "Hand back the whiskey will you?" she says, taking the flask back once he's had a good swig. Then, she douses his wound with THAT. Now, Inga is pretty sure that her blood magic disinfects but...she isn't positive. She makes a mental note to test that at a later date.

As Yuna shows her the bottle, she nods. Its labled with runes, and she assumes she is the only one here who knows what those mean. "Its laudanum, for Harry. Burns are terrible. I want him to stay sleeping while I heal him," she explained.

As for Kyle...well, she'll wait for him to stop screaming to do the rest.

Inga sighs, looking up at the stars. "The world's protectors...I suppose that's us, isn't it." Inga shakes her head. "I have to deal with Ophelia. If I thought it would make a bloody difference I would cut out her heart...but it will not. I have seen as much. All the pain inflicted on her only makes her stronger."

Now that the laudanum has been found... "Well, good, now he needs to drink a bit of it. There should be a set of spoons in my bag...." further opportunity for Yuna to dig through her stuff!

Wuyin returns and apparently gets them a room. On Riva, of course. Inga shakes her head, but doesn't feel too badly about it.

Riva is apparently /loaded/.
Kyle Katarn     "You're first in line, far as I'm concerned." Kyle mutters, before he lets out a loud grunt. -Fuck- that hurts. He bites down hard, sucking breath as he attempts to ignore the actual pain when he's sat down. Wuyin's arrival with TACOS is welcome, though. Yoink, he takes one to take his mind off of how big things hurt right now, munching hungrily. Munchmunch.
Staren     Staren does indeed pull blankets out of his bag. They're lightweight and don't take up too much space anyway, this is exactly why he carries them! He sets them aside for the moment. "So... you're saying the trick is to kill her quickly and painlessly? Hold still a sec." That last part to Kyle, as he tries to get at the wound and place the bandage over it. It adheres, and is treated not only with antibiotic chemicals but with nanomachines that speed natural healing twelvefold.
Yuna Kagurazaka Spoons? *Those* are easy enough to identify, Yuna can pretty much do it by feel. But she'll look anyway. "So, one spoonful, or two, or how many?" she inquires while rummaging; she doesn't know exactly what laudanum is but it sounds like a medicinal thing. Or to put it less politely, a drug.

Again though, Inga's a healer, Yuna's gonna trust her. And once she's found the spoons, and has the answer from Inga as to 'how much' - well, she'll need to use the right spoon, too, if they're not the same size. They probably won't be, Yuna realizes ...
Eithne Sullivan     Eithne nods at Wuyin. "Thanks." She didn't miss the way the women in red acted when he arrived, but she feels lazy enough to let it go. Bring it on, ladies, she just beat up another goth chick with a huge weapon and it felt great. She'll take on the World, Ma!

    ...Just, you know. After tacos.

    "--Is that really laudanum?" she asks, eyeing the bottle with curiosity. She wonders if she could figure out how to make that stuff if she tasted it. ...Probably not. It's never as simple as poison or poppy sap, after all. "I wanna taste it when Harry's done with it."
Inga Freyjasdottir Now, it is time for the knife again.

Don't panic Kyle, the knife is for Inga.

She slices open her hand again, for the wound she'd inflicted ten minutes ago has already healed completely....

Then Staren moves in and slaps and bandaid on it.

Inga blinks and looks to him, frowning. She then removes the bandage. "I think this will require a bit more than a bandage," she says. Inga doesn't know its full of nanomachine-whatevers!

Grumbling, Inga sighs and then closes her eyes, the disgruntled grumbling shifting into a quiet chant. She places her hand against the knife wound, the blood on her palm shimmering with a faint golden light and humming with life-energy. There's that honey smell again, stronger than before--mixing with the spicy taco for a very interesting combination.

Inga continues chanting as she channels her anima into the wound. It is now visibly healing, flesh re-knitting at a rapid pace.

It is a very queer sensation, though not a painful one. At most, it itches.

"Yes it is. Made it myself," she informs Eithne.

To Yuna, "a small spoonful...I'll do it in just a moment. You must be careful not to give to much," she replies. After all, she rather wants Harry to wake up again.
Staren     Staren shrugs. He thought she was tending to Harry first... magic probably /will/ work faster, though. He puts the bandage away and watches Inga's magic at work. Fascinating!
Kyle Katarn     "SHe's right." Kyle politely refuses the bandage, at least for now. Ophelia's goons have all manner of nastiness, and it not for Inga's administrations, he'd probably have a vicious infection going on in his wounds. He lets Inga work, using a mirror app on what looks like a smartphone/datapad hybrid to see exactly what Inga's doing. It definitely works fast, itchy but definitely beats having alcohol dunked on the cuts.
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    Wincing one last time, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the wound is nicely closed. "Wow, and I thought the Force healed wounds fast." He muses, remembering a colleague's work as a Jedi healer.

    "So, one question I still got on my mind is this; You said a name before, 'Eddie.' What was that all about, INga?" He asks the wisewoman.
Wuyin Tsai Wuyin, much like Inga, doesn't look any worse for wear, and he definitely got his insides stirred up by a razor-edged shovel. There are benefits to being the protectors of this world. He nods at Eithne, smiling a little. The 3D glasses, still on, obscure a great deal of his expression.

Wuyin goes for a taco of his own. He can practically taste the delicious penetration rating in every bite. "So, you're friends of Inga's, then," he asks, addressing the strangers in the group at large. "Or Dresden's, I imagine. He certainly seemed somewhat desperate when we spoke."
Yuna Kagurazaka Yeah, Yuna's going to let Inga take care of administering the medicine, and she hands the bottle and spoons over to her. However, she does step in to answer Kyle's question.

"If it's the same Eddie I'm thinking of who was from a world like that one," the blonde says, "he's a roadie named Eddie Riggs who came from ... well, like I said, if it's not that world then it's at least one much like it. Heavy metal fan, able to play a guitar, fights with an axe. I didn't get to know Eddie all that well, but there was a version of him in the Union a while back." She looks at Inga, "*Was* that the same world Eddie came from? I wonder what happened to him ..."

She's also going to help herself to a taco. With all the talk about them, she really should at least try one, right? Judging from her first bite, they certainly taste good, and while she's decorously cautious about how she eats it, Yuna's eating with a hearty appetite.
Kyle Katarn     "Mm. Yeah. I heard Inga's signal get all wonky, so I started to head over to investigate soon as I could." Kyle answers Wuyin with a nod, before he reaches out with a hand to the man to shake. "Kyle Katarn, Union, Republic Special Forces, Jedi Order. I take it you know Inga and Riva, then?" He asks, before he gives Enya a look. "Don't think I know you either, but you definitely had some moves out there, kiddo." He grins, giving Enya a little salute before going back to his taco, listening to Yuna.

    "You think there's a connection, then? So what, this is a jilted lover's quarrel or something? I'd say it's a bit extreme, but Ophelia seems like someone who'd go to ridiculous lengths even without that much provocation."
Inga Freyjasdottir To Staren, Inga shakes her head. "I don't think so. I've seen her come back from what should have killed her many times now. Perhaps she is...like us in that way. I do not know. I only know what I have Seen and what I have observed. I did not lie. I have forseen her becoming like her old self. The girl she was before she went into the black sea. Now I must figure out how to do it," she sighs.

Inga will see to Harry now. His healing will be more involved. She has him stable, but there's more work to do there than she might have the energy--or the blood supply there for tonight.

Inga moves over toward Harry, wiping the blood from her palm on her already ruined clothes. Already, it is closing again.

Inga takes the set of small spoons and the bottle of laudanum over to Harry, pulling a chair over to sit beside the couch. Carefully she poors some into one of the small spoons and gently, slowly, ladles it into his mouth so he doesn't choke. With that done, she hands the bottle to Eithne. "Be my guest, but only a little. It's very potent and I'm afraid I'll need your ah, wizard lugging services again shortly," Inga answers. She looks to Harry, reaching up to smooth his hair. He'll be alright, she knows, but she's still not exactly pleased.

Looks back to Kyle, Inga's brow furrows a moment. "Ophelia is...very troubled, as I'm sure you know. Eddie is the name of the man who...broke her heart. He is the reason she threw herself into that...Black Sea. It is why she is the way she is. I see not only the future, but the past as well...and I have seen Ophelia and what happened to her--and what she did. I know her. And she....she knows a bit about me as well. That is why she took me. She, in her twisted way, was trying to help me. She thinks I am... a slave," she explains.

Inga looks a bit surprised, glancing to Yuna. "You have met him?" that fits what she'd seen of him through Ophelia's wyrd.
Eithne Sullivan     K-kiddo? Somehow, Eithne manages to look both embarrassed and a bit pleased. "I'm Enya Sullivan, a Scion of the Morrigan. I'm a maid at the castle in Dun Realtai, stayin' with Harry and Inga." And with her side of introductions out of the way, she carefully wipes her hands clean and reaches into the bag for a taco. It smells goooood...

    Settling back against the bench legs, Eithne tucks her skirt between her thighs and munches on tasty Tex-Mex, only reaching up when Inga offers the bottle. "Fanks," she mumbles, and dips the very tip of her pinky finger into the liquid before screwing the cap on tightly.

    Before she takes another bite of taco, Eithne taste-tests the antique concoction. Hmmm... tastes like drugs. Still, she wouldn't mind trying to make some of her own. As long as she doesn't end up with datura again. /Never again./

    She looks up from her inner musing to glance between Yuna and Inga. "A slave... what, to Dun Realtai?"
Kyle Katarn     "I'd hate to see what kind of things a maid needs a sword the size of yours for." Kyle quips, laughing good-naturedly before he takes another chomp of taco. Damn, these things are delicious. "All joking aside, it's nice to meet you, Enya. I guess being a Scion has to do with the sword, then. Can't say it's not effective, I saw you throwing dudes left and right out there."

    He watches Enya taste-test the concoction for a moment, wondering if she's got a hobby in making similar things in her spare time, before she goes back to the taco. "I'm wondering that myself, what does she mean by slave?" He asks Inga.
Wuyin Tsai Wuyin looks at the hand, and then shakes it, once, firmly. He nods. "We have worked together in the past, yes." That's one way to put it. He inclines his head towards Eithne. "Wuyin Tsai. This world is my home, and my purpose is much the same as Inga's and Riva's." Which explains why they share certain portions of the special effects budget. "I do work for the Syndicate, sometimes. Pleased to meet you both."

He shrugs, lifting his taco. "You are," he tells Inga. "We all are. It's nothing to be ashamed of, nor something any of us need to be saved from, but you least of all."

He eats his taco. It stops him from being weird for a minute.
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga snorts softly, shaking her head. Silly. As if Bedivere would keep slaves. "No, no. I met her in a place filled with...crystals. They showed reflections of ourselves...she saw a reflection of my future. One of my paths, anyway. In this, she saw me chained and...quite mad," she replies quietly, looking back toward Harry for a moment. To give her hand a rest, she drags the knife up her inner arm this time. She needs more blood for this spell anyway. It rises from the wound and covers Harry in a veil of crimson mist, working to heal his whole body while she fuels the spell with anima. The laudanum will keep him asleep and not feeling the incredible itch from rapidly healing wounds.

Inga looks up and over to Wuyin, laughing softly. "Ja, but if I am a slave it is a slavery I choose," she replies. Not that she really has a choice. She could choose to fight against it, she supposes, but she does not. "It is my debt to pay."

Now she needs a taco. She needs to keep her strength up.
Kyle Katarn     "Likewise, Wuyin." Kyle nods, as manly men are acquainted with one another. He makes a face as Inga goes on about visions, and frowns briefly. Shrug. Munch. Taco munch. "The future's always set in motion, what one might see at one point doesn't always come to pass. Trust me, I've had my share of visions before. Context is -everything-." He says, before he takes another munch.
Eithne Sullivan     "Monsters an' Titanspawn, mostly," she beams at Kyle. "Nice to meet yeh too. And it is. Uh-" She tries to think of a way to say it that won't make her sound like a lunatic, and fails. Again. "My mother's a goddess of war an' death. I want to become a goddess too, but I'm still in training."

    She looks over as Inga opens herself up again. "Heaven's sake, Inga, yeh know I'll donate." Her sword (which seems to have vanished...?) isn't sharp enough to cut skin, but she reaches out to gently but firmly take the knife from her friend. "Honestly."

    She stabs through her own palm, blood dribbling across her lap. It's fine! Her skirt's already red.
Kyle Katarn     "Nice to have goals." Kyle grins. No real way that WOULDN'T sound crazy, so Kyle just rolls with it. Munch munch. And then Enya stabs through her own hand. Well this is happening.

    In any case, he just grabs a seat, letting Inga focus on healing Harry now while he snacks, until his taco is no more. He might snag another, maybe a third if this is any indication. Fighting zombies can work up an appetite something fierce, after all.
Yuna Kagurazaka Yuna nods to Inga, "Yeah. If it's the same guy," she reiterates. "You really think we can renew Ophelia's heart, turn her back to the way she was before the Darkness laid hold of her heart?"

In a way, this is VERY familiar ground for Yuna. The Queen of Darkness, the Eternal Princess ... so many girls were turned into warriors who should have had the chance to lead peaceful lives, and manipulated into hunting Yuna down or just to standing in her way on one quest or another.

All Yuna really knew about Ophelia before was that she'd been spreading suffering, attacking a bunch of places that happen to be important to Yuna herself, or to friends of hers. If there's a way to drag *Ophelia* out of the clutches of Darkness ...

"Count me in," Yuna says firmly. "Whatever I can do to help. She really doesn't seem to like it when I sing back at her, so if nothing else I can distract her, maybe weaken her." She grimaces faintly, the look turning wistful, "I'm starting to wish my songs had more power than just my conveying emotions ..."
Inga Freyjasdottir Now there's two women bleeding and not even for the usual reason. Inga looks to Eithne, and rather than alarmed she simply looks thoughtful. That /could/ work, as Eithne is magical by nature...

But Inga shakes her head. She's not going to try it on Harry. "Thank you Eithne, but I am not sure how your blood will react to my magic...however, I most certainly want to test this soon. Just...not on the man I love, hmm?" she says, smiling. "I'll be fine. It will be a long night and a great many tacos...but I'll be fine," she assures her.

Inga turns to Yuna. She tilts her head, just...looking at her for an unnervingly long time with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Inga is getting an idea.

"Yes...I think that could work. Yuna, you may be just what we need," Inga says. Look, Wuyin doesn't have the monopoly on being cryptic.
Wuyin Tsai "How does one train to be a goddess," Wuyin asks, at least partly rhetorically. He tilts his head a little, kind of thoughtful, and then shakes his head. He watches Eithne stab herself, brow raising. "Well. Certainly no stranger to pain, at least. You may as well see if you can use it." A glance at Inga. Wuyin dabbles in blood magic, but he isn't the healer that Inga is. Give him some good ol' lightning bolts any day.

"Conveying emotions is important in a place like that," he tells Yuna. "The land itself feels... wrong. Maybe touching hearts is exactly what you need to do." He stands. "That said, the only way I touch hearts is between the ribs, so if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to in the city. Take some time to recover; the rooms are all handled." And on Riva. "Enjoy the tacos. Dante does excellent work."

He heads for the door. There's a couple of Templars he has to see about a book.

What, you didn't seriously think he was worried about Dresden, did you?