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[wildmind]

WHO || Nessa, Faye [open]
WHAT || Nessa meets with her squire
WHERE || Faye's Room
WHEN || May 15, afternoon
HOW || Actionspam

[ There's a crisp, light tapping on Faye's door, and a voice that calls out as if fully assured that she's in there. ] Room service!

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[reallywicked]

[Who cares if it's the afternoon? Faye was sleeping. And the rude awakening is not much appreciated. She shuffles to the door and opens it partially.]

I didn't order anything.

[wildmind]

Funny how that works. Sometimes doors are opened to us that we never thought to ask for.

[ She'll push the rest of Faye's door open by... flicking a hand, and sending it whizzing open with a telepathic shove. ]

I think we're overdue for a meeting.

[reallywicked]

[She takes a quick step back just in time to avoid being hit by the door. Because she doesn't have a character sheet yet, so we'll assume her reflex is good enough for the sake of not needing an emergency nose job.]

Whoa! Watch it, you old hag!

[Yup. That just happened.]

[wildmind]

I've no doubt you've half the castle wrapped around your finger already, with charm like that. [ And in she marches, right into her room. ]

[reallywicked]

[Faye huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.]

Did you ever hear of something called privacy?

[An annoyed beat passes.]

What do you want, anyway?

[wildmind]

People are fond of bringing it up to me, yes.

You're my squire. We had to meet eventually.

[reallywicked]

Your squire? So what does that mean exactly?

[Because it sounds lot like 'I'm the boss of you.' and Faye is SO not okay with that.]

[wildmind]

It means I'm here to guide you into the wide and wonderful world of the Knights... and to eventually decide whether or not we're a good fit for each other.

You and our organization, that is.

[reallywicked]

[Watch that eyebrow go up.]

So you get to decide if I stay or go. [It's not a question. She's just going to be debating if she should care or not for a moment.

Her arms drop.]

I guess let's start guiding.

[It's not exactly friendly, but it's a start?]

[wildmind]

That's more like it.

We might as well start with an interests inventory. What are you good at?

[reallywicked]

[It's really unfortunate that Faye can't remember her life, because this answer would be way easier.

As it stands, she really doesn't have an answer for that.]

I. Well, I'm...

I'm really good at not taking anyone's crap.

[Being 17 is hard.]

[wildmind]

A skill not to be undervalued, certainly.

Were you born here, then, or in the Shadow World?

[reallywicked]

No..?

I was born in New Salem.

[wildmind]

American, then. Should've been obvious enough.

[reallywicked]

What's that supposed to mean?

[wildmind]

Your accent.

[reallywicked]

Oh.

[Well now she feels a little silly... But apologizing is for quitters!]

What about you? What are you good at?

[wildmind]

[ She watches Faye for a moment with the slightest hint of an enigmatic smile tugging at her lip. ]

Me?

I'm good at reading people.

[reallywicked]

[It's really unfortunate that this woman is beating Faye at her own game.]

O...kay... Whatever that means.

[She's still waiting to see the point in all this.]

[wildmind]

I'm one of the only members of the section called the Dragon's Mind. An unofficial section, really.

I suppose you can't guess what it is we do?

[reallywicked]

...Am I supposed to know all the details of your super cool secret club.

[The word Club hangs heavy on her tongue. But she ignores it.]

You know, for someone who's supposed to be helping me out, you're doing a great job of being the opposite of helpful.

[wildmind]

You know, I had a chip on my shoulder once too. Angry at the world and everyone in it for not giving me what I thought I deserved.

[reallywicked]

[The more that Nessa keeps trying to relate to Faye, the more she just wants to roll her eyes and walk away. But now she's actually starting to get angry.]

The only chip I have is the one that is irritated that no one around here will give me a straight answer.

[She steps forward, towards her mentor. Unbeknownst to her, the candle on her beside table springs to light.]

I can't remember anything. I'm told that I'm from another world or something?

[Two more candles on her dresser light.]

So excuse me if I'm not all gung ho about joining your weird Dragon's whatever!

[There are no more candles in the room, but there's a light in her eyes and a glint in the star ruby resting on a chain at the base of her throat.]

[wildmind]

[ Nessa's eyes drift from candle to candle, ending at the necklace. ]

Well, well. [ her voice is lower, quieter. ] Isn't that interesting.

[reallywicked]

[She's breathing heavier now, still on the edge of furious.]

What? [She snaps, still not realizing any of it.]

[wildmind]

You have some kind of magic in your blood, I'd guess. [ she gestures to the necklace ] Or something else.

[reallywicked]

[She looks down and touches the star ruby at her throat.]

This? It's just a necklace. I was wearing it before- when I came through.

Besides, there's no such thing as magic.

[wildmind]

[ nessa's eyebrow creeps halfway up her face. ]

... Well, I'm certain all our clerics and mages will be disappointed to hear that the next time they go to hurl a fireball at somebody.

[reallywicked]

[She just stares at the woman.]

This is a joke, right? You can't really be that crazy.

[wildmind]

Oh, I probably could be. [ she crooks a finger and a hand mirror goes floating up off from faye's dresser, delicately wafting through the air to nessa's hand. ] But it wouldn't change the reality of magic.

[reallywicked]

[Faye's mouth goes dry, and for once, the bratty teen is speechless.

Magic? But magic wasn't anything but a fairytale. Still, she couldn't ignore what was right in front of her face. Power. And she wanted it.]

Could you show me?

[wildmind]

Maybe not me specifically but someone can. My powers are telepathic - I was born with them, and only a few are. But some magic can be learned.

[reallywicked]

[Congrats. Faye is really listening for the first time since she got here.]

Maybe this place isn't so bad.

[wildmind]

It does have its moments.