knightsoflegend | Open ☁ I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most

WHO || Katniss Everdeen & OPEN
WHAT || Katniss sure has been gone a while. ~~Being crazy.~~ But oh, she's back now.
WHERE || Knight's Headquarters, Entry Hall
WHEN || October 16, late at night
HOW || Action

[It's been months. It feels like years in some ways, only days in most others. She's not sure if she's ready to be back, but she has nowhere else to go. No family to return home to. Just this castle, and her mentor within.

Christos.

She wonders if he still remembers her, then realizes that's foolish. He'll remember her, it's just the question if whether or not he'll be ashamed of her that remains.

There's others inside that she's apprehensive yet excited to see again. Finnick. Francesca. Riddick.

She wonders if they're all still around.

After being released from the center where she received treatment for her traumatic memories, she's escorted back to the castle and inside. She can't bring herself to go into her old room, despite the urging that it will be good for her to do so. She's not ready yet. Not sure if she's ready to go back to this.

So she lingers out in the main hallway instead, feeling safer where she's not expected to stare down the bed where so many horrible dreams haunted her on a nightly basis. She eventually finds a nice wall to slide down and sit, her legs curled in close to her chest. She eventually realizes it's well after dark. Has she slept? She's not sure, all she knows is it's not hurting anything to stay just where she is.

She realizes now that she's back here, that she's quite lonely. She's just not sure how to go about sucking up her pride enough to go crawling back into everyone's life to get the human contact she so desperately needs to feel like she belongs here. Maybe she doesn't though. Not really.

With that thought in mind she pushes herself to stand on her feet and looks around, ready to bolt and run away.]

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[ and he's standing right there, at the end of the hall, looking down at her with an expression that evinces no trace of surprise at all. how he heard she was back is a mystery, but he's always seemed to have a good sense of what was going on at the castle - with everyone.

his face is all but blank as he stares at her, features unchanged, wearing the same black cloak that's his custom. he doesn't say anything either. juuust stares. ]

[And she'll stare glance over her shoulder and catch sight of him, which causes her to freeze in place. Nah, she wasn't running anywhere. She was just stretching her legs. Look at her behaving, Christos. And being mostly sane.

She stares back for quite some time, before deciding to finally say something.]

Christos.

[Okay it's a shitty something. But at least it's a start.]

[ he sees your shitty opener and raises you one. ]

Katniss. [ he doesn't walk forward, maintaining that same awkwardly just-too-far distance between them.

and then he suddenly turns on his heel and starts walking away from her down the hall. ]

Come along, then.

[She gives out a soft breath of relief, glad that he hadn't said more right away. She slinks off along after him, hurrying to catch up so she can walk at his side.]

It's good that you're still here.

[ The comment seems to honestly take him off guard, and instead of continuing to look straight ahead, he glances back down at her curiously. ]

Did you expect something else?

I don't know what I was expecting. [If she's being honest, which she always is with him. She glances up at him, eyebrows raised in a silent 'don't judge me'.]

I've been gone so long that I wouldn't have been surprised if you were working with someone else, someplace other than here.

That's hardly how I operate. I've been here over a century, it isn't likely that your temporary exodus would inspire me to throw out all my usual habits. [ it's not a reprimand, so much as simply a very harshly stated fact. ]

[To that she stands up taller and looks frustrated, but doesn't say anything at first. She just curtly nods, and crosses her arms over her chest.]

Then thank you for taking time out of keeping up with your usual habits to welcome me back. [She glances down at the ground then, and she has to force out her next words.]

Do I still have a place here? I need to know.

[ something about her reply appears to almost amuse him, as the world's tiniest smile flickers at the edge of his lips for a millisecond. ]

No one's touched your things. Your room is still your own. [ it's clear that it's not what she meant, but that he's responding to her question even while pretending to take it more literally ]

[She takes his response well and nods, her head held a little higher now.]

And my weapons? [She's a little apprehensive about the fact they may or may not let a crazy girl near anything that can kill people.]

They must count as a part of my things.

Naturally. [ he fixes her with a look that says what do you expect from us, we hand out guns to people on day one. ]

[She shrugs, smiling just a teeny bit. She's going to go spend some quality alone time with her bow and arrows okay.

... not that kind of alone time. The kind where she shoots shit and lovingly strokes the bow.]

Good. That's - [She lets out a sigh.] Good. I'm sorry that I had to leave. I promise to try harder this time.

Sir Ellison says she's limited your mind's access to your memories, even subconsciously. How do you feel about that? [ yep, that's what you get instead of him acknowledging your pledge to do better in any way ]

I feel violated. Like a meaningless pawn. [She's quick to point that out, perking an eyebrow.]

What memories I had were mine to keep, even if they were harmful. But it had to be done, didn't it? [Otherwise she's convinced herself she'd just be locked away forever.]

[ his brow furrows, and he seems to be weighing the question heavily. ]

Magic comes and goes in this world, with erratic impulse. I have a feeling Sir Ellison would have neglected to explain that initially, hoping to wait until you'd 'settled in' to a bit more. You should know, however, what that means.

If magic disappeared tomorrow, the blocks would be undone. It would behoove you to train your mind to deal with anguish before then. It's possible.

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