@fuckthis (text)

[evocation]

hey
so me and wash and gene were gonna go on an adventure in the woods
see what we can find, you know?
but we're looking for a couple of people to bring with us
maybe two or three
gene's a medic, wash is a marine, and i'm a wizard with experience dealing with monsters and nasty magic
anyone that thinks they could round that out would be great
but no serial killers or anyone that would like
murder us in our sleep
and sorry, but no kids yet
i know some of you are gonna argue that, but we have no idea what we're dealing with and we don't want that on our consciences
anyway, let us know
thanks

Comments

@ drake

[nonscriptum]

i can't believe you would go behind my back like this

[evocation]

maybe i just want to be the prettiest one for once

[nonscriptum]

who's prettier than you?

[evocation]

you
you jerk

[nonscriptum]

i don't remember winning that pageant, must have been before you were a contestant

[evocation]

awww
you're sweet
okay, you can come, but only because you're great

[nonscriptum]

❤

cool, i just wanna be sure that i'm here as your hype man and not because i've mowed down entire armies looking for lost cities

[evocation]

can't it be both?

[nonscriptum]

well, i am PRETTY good at the second part

i can coordinate with wash on people [ Seeing as they're sitting across from each other right now. ] we don't need a lot - too many and things start to get hinky

[evocation]

yeah
i like hope

[Kyna, do you have a soft spot for werewolves?]

everyone else said to put them down as a maybe

[nonscriptum]

[ Maybe isn't as encouraging as an enthusiastic yes. Nate sets the tablet down and looks up at her. ]

Who's interested?

[evocation]

Besides Hope, Rafe said he would if he was back in time, and Raylan said to count him in if we were short. A guy with the username "shadow" just volunteered, too, but I don't know him.

[nonscriptum]

[ From his position slumped on the bed, raising his eyebrows, Nate feels his entire body freeze up and the latter half of her statement he only barely registers.

He knows Raylan, Shadow, the former somewhat more than the latter, but both would be useful, or so he'd think if he could muster an expression that doesn't look as though he's been abruptly slapped across the face. ]

[evocation]

[Of course there's no way Kyna can miss that, and so instead of responding she gets up to cross the room. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck, leaning her full weight against him.]

Nate, what?

[nonscriptum]

[ Oh, no. No, this is somehow worse.

Affixed to his post Nate grows increasingly uncomfortable as Kyna practically clambers on top of him, not because of the contact itself, but because she knows how soft he is to it. In spite of the arm he rests around her middle Nate's mouth is a thin line and he concentrates on something in the middle distance that is suddenly really interesting.

Reluctantly: ]

I know Rafe.

[evocation]

[Maybe the saving grace here is that Kyna isn't doing it to be manipulative—she's doing it out of genuine affection and concern. When his discomfort grows, she nearly pulls away, but then his arm loops around her waist, and she stays.]

Who is he?

[nonscriptum]

Um.

[ Nate squeezes her a little, the warmth settling him down even as his throat tightens up again. He would tell people about Sam, probably. Maybe not the difficult stuff, but clearly Kyna didn't visit his grave or she would know. Nate was surprised anyone visited it at all.

But she keeps staring at him, expectant, and Nate worries his lip between his teeth for a moment before taking a deep breath. ]

We were looking for the same- a pirate treasure, back home. He hired a whole army to find the damn thing. First time I showed up in Hadriel it was after they tried to kill us in Scotland. Before here, it... [ Nate works his mouth for a moment, frowning at a spot on the wall. ] He shot at me, up on the edge of a cliff. My brother, uh- Sam, stepped in to take the bullet, but it knocked me over the-

[ With his free hand, Nate gestures at the now-healed spot where his cut had been, when they arrived in Beacon. The only indicator of his death. ]

I met him when I was a little younger than you. He hasn't changed much since then.

[evocation]

Oh. Oh.

[For a moment, Kyna doesn't know what to say. She's torn between shock and horror and a strange sort of disbelief. She likes Rafe. She had no idea Nate even knew him. Then it turns into a sickly sort of anger, and she leans down to kiss Nate on the cheek, pressing closer, her voice soft and tense.]

God. I'm so, so sorry, Nate.

[hardwearing]

You guys are sitting maybe five feet apart.

[nonscriptum]

don't make me kick that chair leg out from under you

[hardwearing]

That'd be a waste of perfectly good furniture.
Seriously, though, why are we texting?

[ He's looking at you, Nate. ]

1/2

[nonscriptum]

[ Nate looks up from his tablet, making eye contact, and types: ]

because

[nonscriptum]

[ All right, relenting now. ]

She started it.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash grins, then scrolls up on his tablet and turns it towards Nate to show that he made the first comment. ]

I think you both started it. You're coming, though, right?

[nonscriptum]

[ Don't you bring these receipts out, Wash. Don't you dare. ]

Yeah, 'course I am. I'd be offended if I wasn't invited.