ten_fwd | A door still open - OTA - Father's day

A door still open - OTA - Father's day - backdated to start of event

She had slept in late, then had been heading out to start her patrol. She had no idea yet that anything was amiss aboard, and even had she, she'd not have expected a call. She hardly remembered Tara - her mother, not the Avatar - and had no recollection whatsoever of her father. So she was taken by surprise, as she was leaving, when a familiar voice roared "NEYA! I KNOW YOU Can hear me."

Kaylin stumbled. Other than in her dreams - and admittedly a few nightmares - she had not heard that voice in what felt like years and was only months. The small translucent cat like thing dropped from her shoulders to curl on the floor as she bolted for her mirror. The mirror from home, that had been destroyed before she had ever arrived, but was somehow here and whole. It was glowing, like she had a message, but when she touched it, no face materialized, and even if his eyes were red, they would have been welcomed.

She heard Leontine swearing, or a Leontine swearing - both were accurate - still, and realized the sound was coming from the desk, not the mirror. She sat down, shoving clothing off of it. And there was a cleat thing that was acting as a mirror. No wonder the mirror that came with the room was inactive, they all had desk mirrors.

The familiar was curled in the doorway, keeping it stuck in the open position, but Kaylin hardly noticed. She was too busy regretting being willing to see red in Leontine eyes. She tipped her chin up reflexively.

"Private," he snarled. "Where the ****s are you?"

"Not in the West March," she said, which was technically true.

His snarl told her he was not in a mood to find it at all humorous. But at least his fur, which had been on end, was starting to settle. "Private, may I remind you there is a rank lower than Private?" he snarled.

She knew there was, to Leontines. Corpse.

(OOC: Feel free to come in and interrupt at this point to thread with Kaylin and Marcus. If no one does, I will either write up the end for myself, or handwave it.)

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Raiden had heard about the Enterprise being diverted to give assistance to another planet. While it sounded like the situation was rather dire, he was already planning to go down and do what he could to help. Being a Thunder god meant that relieving rain was definitely within his skill set, but he also was looking forward to escaping the confines of the ship again. There was little doubt Fujin would be going planet-side as well and so he decided to find Kaylin to coordinate with her.

He's surprised to see her door open, noticing the small dragon-like familiar in the doorway. He can hear snarling from within and can't help the moment of concern he has when he leans into her doorway.

"Kaylin? Is everything all right?" He calls to the room, not yet stepping over the familiar but certainly leaning right over it. He looks about, just in case there's trouble in her space.

Her eyes flick up to the door, but the snarl got her eyes back to the screen as she tipped her chin up further.

"Private Neya," he growled. "Where the ****s are you?" he asked again.

She winced, and waved Raiden in out of frame, she hoped. "I apparently fell off the world," she said.

"AGAIN?" he roared.

She winced again. "Sir."

"Are you planning to rejoin us any time soon, Private?" he snarled.

"Ah.... not sure I can..." she said.

"Private," he growled.

She just lifted her chin again.

Raiden, while wishing to comply, can't help but be curious yet concerned. Private? She had mentioned being in the military. Had she somehow made contact with her home? Raiden doesn't move from his spot, rather, stepping over the familiar mindfully before settling against the wall next to the door (and in conveniently an open spot on the floor). He really should respect her privacy more, but seeing her bare her throat like that is a little concerning.

He hangs back, blue eyes glowing as he crosses his arms and looks to her screen as he stands there, a silent sentry.

"You got back last time," he snarled.

"Ah... yes. With assistance," she admitted reluctantly.

"And suddenly you can't reach the fieflord?" he snarled. "Given what he's asked," he dissolved into swearing, and there was the sound of claws through wood.

"Sir... he sold off his people to Gods know what arcanist, who by the way, probably the same" the swear words she used there were not exactly translatable and gave the computer more than the usual amount of grief, "that tried to blow up my apartment!"

"Tried to?" he snarled, but his eyes were shading to orange. Leontines were not Dragons, it was harder for them to keep up that level of fury. And impressive that Marcus had so long, and had not killed anyone.

"Fine, that did ***** well blow up my **** apartment!" she snapped.

"And thus you went to live in the palace, leaving us to spend every day until you left for the West March sure we were going to be told you were eaten!" he wasn't fully serious. But he was angry.

"And where the ***S else could I stay?" she snapped back. "Tiamaris is too **** far from the office!" And the midwives.

"You know where else you could have stayed, kitling," he snapped.

"Because your wives would have loved living with Bellusdeo," she retorted. And that... actually shut him up. She sighed and lowered her chin. "Marcus, I know I could have stayed with you, or Seven, or ****s even Teela." Wait, did Teela actually live at Court? "Never mind Teela."

"If you had moved in with Teela, you would have been dead within a week," Marcus snarled, but quieter. "Because if no one else killed either of you, I would have had to."

Kaylin offered a hint of a smile, then shook her head, and the smile faded. "But I couldn't have lived any of those places with Bellusdeo. And to be blunt, sir. If someone threw an arcane bomb into your new home and hurt your wives, you, or the kits? I'd be the one on trial for murder."

He huffed slightly.

Well, this was all very enlightening, and not entirely in an amusing way. Someone had made an attempt on her life? Raiden's expression grows concerned at these revelations, and is now remaining due much to his curiosity. This Marcus she was talking to, however, seemed to care for her well-being and Raiden's expression is nowhere aimed at him or Kaylin.

He makes a note to ask another time what exactly would risk eating her in her realm, but preferably for a different conversation. Her mention of an arcane bomb though gains a flicker of Raiden's gaze in her direction, one of honest concern. She was at least mindful of the safety of others, that much was clear. She had never given him reason to think otherwise of her, either.

He does not yet interject, however, simply observing the conversation until he sees some need to insert his presence more obviously than simply standing in the background.

She has more or less forgotten Raiden was there. Which was bad, since there were things she was not supposed to say.

"Or if not on trial..." she shook her head. "There is only so much you and the Hawklord can protect me if I lose control again," she said softly. "And If I lost it, I hardly doubt your wives would cage me, Marcus. They'd join me."

"Doesn't change that you still have a way home, take it, Private," he snarled.

"Last time we accepted his help, I had to go to the West March!" she protested.

"Do you have any other way home? No? The get the *****s back here."

KAylin's shoulders slumped. "I'll.... try to call him," she whispered, the picture of defeat. She closed her eyes and seemed to be focusing inward, then she paled and her eyes flew open. She closed them again, and sweat beaded her brow. She swallowed hard. "I... I can't."

He snarled something.

She hesitated, then her hand moved over her Bracer. "I'm going to try and contact Ybelline," she said softly.

"And how is the Castelord going to get you home?" he snarled.

"She might be able to get a message to someone who can," Kaylin said, but didn't believe it. Then she blinked. "Evanton. He can ask the... the Maker. Or maybe one of them could contact..." she blinked. "Marcus, Tiamaris."

"Last I noticed," he growled, "the Dragon" he said Dragon like it was a curse, "could not transverse the worlds."

"No," she agreed. "But there is a Traveler among the Norinaar. And the Akron's mirror..." she stopped and winced. "Which I was not suppose to mention," she muttered and swore. She shook her head. "Severn was there. I'm... not sure the Arkon knows we went there, but..."

She put her hands over her ears, dropping her bracer as his swearing hit volumes impossible to exist.

"It should be able to say where I am," she said when he quieted down some. "It should be able to tell the Traveler where I am. Or maybe Tara can tell."

"I'll send a Hawk to Tiamaris."

She nodded then took a deep breath and turned to the side slightly, her back to Raiden as she focused and spoke the true Name of Water. Where speaking was a thing that involved no sound and almost no motion of her lips. But Water responded to her call. Her hands slid out, palm up, as a young girl made of Pure Water appeared before her, sliding her hands into Kaylin's her eyes large and dark. They flickered to Raiden and the child winked at him before Kaylin's eyes opened.

More information, some questions answered, others creating new ones. Kaylin was trying to return home as well, and yet neither could she return. There was as much disappointment as there was relief in Raiden's posture to see yet another as stuck as he. But then Kaylin does something he hardly expects.

If Raiden's heart could stop, it would as he sees a spirit of water summoned. Being a god of Thunder himself, he's quite close to the Elder goddess of water in his own realm, and the when they had been alive also the Earthrealm god of water, but this is neither of them. This is another spirit of the element from a completely different realm and his eyes go wide, jaw slightly slack as the young girl appears. He blinks out of his brief stupor when she winks at him, and he resumes his stoic expression, giving her a deeply respectful bow of his head, brim of his hat obscuring his eyes for a moment before he straightens with a pleased flickering of lightning in his eyes. Otherwise, he does not interrupt Kaylin's efforts.

Kaylin's face lit with relief and pleasure at the sight of the child. She let go of one hand to touch the child's face. "Hi," she whispered. All the guarded wariness is gone from her face. this was a side of Kaylin people only saw when there was a child present. "You are well?" she asked the child. The girl looked like a human child, but the feel of Water from her would be impossible to mask for one like Raiden.

"Yes and no," Water answered. "You wish to speak with my children."

"Or the Keeper," Kaylin said softly. She knew this wasn't a child, knew it. But she couldn't see her any other way. Water, knowing this, nearly always took this form for Kaylin.

Water shook her head. "I am an echo. I am the part of Water that came when you came. If you called any other Element it would be the same," she said softly, sounding almost apologetic. "I am as cut off from my children, as you are from yours." Kaylin opened her mouth to protest, but water touched her lips gently and shook her head. "You have joined with me, and I know whom Mayalee visited, and I know about the cub."

Kaylin hesitated, then nodded. "Are... are you alright?" she asked. As though she could some how shield the Element itself.

"I am better now than I was when we first met, Kaylin Neya. No one who should not holds my Name, nor any of my essence. There are some here, I can tell, that might have the power to, but I am not yet called by them. It is... odd... being bereft of the minds of my people after so long, but I have been this way before. And I suspect that when you return, I shall rejoin myself. The Tha'alaan will carry my memories here, and yours."

"That used to scare me," Kaylin whispered.

"What you thought it was, used to scare you. You learned. And you grew up. It is hard, for me to be like this, for so long, in such a sterile space. You are in a space between worlds, but not on the Grey Road. It is a place I have not been for some time. If you come to a world again, feel free to call upon me. Until then..." she touched Kaylin's unmarked cheek and then vanished.

Kaylin slumped a bit, watching where she had been, then she turned back to the screen. "I don't know if any of that actually transmitted, Marcus. MARCUS?" she stared at the blank flat screen, her eyes wide. She touched the screen. "Marcus." she said. Nothing happened. She swore at it and tried again. Nothing. She looked ready to throw things. She looked up to her mirror - which had stopped glowing when she had summoned Water... and that was when she saw Raiden. And started cursing more than she ever had before.

Raiden watches Water, eyes transfixed as she and Kaylin speak to each other. He's not even watching the screen with Marcus anymore, and has no idea when the video actually stops. Even when Water leaves and Kaylin speaks to the blank screen there is a glossy stare from Raiden to the spot where Water had stood. Perhaps it was his brother's influence to make him so susceptible to the surprise appearance of Water, or maybe he is feeling the lack of connection to others between planets. In the very least he understands her comments about the sterility of the ship.

"Suijin." He whispers the name, his voice low enough it's almost a hushed sound before he blinks, Kaylin's curses finally drawing him out of his somewhat shocked state. The light in his eyes focuses from it's thousand-yard, diffuse glow as he looks back to her. No, this form of Water was not Suijin's lost immortal soul, but it felt strangely warming to sense one of the elements Earthrealm had lost so long ago. His posture straightens, hands falling to his side as he offers her an apologetic bow of his head, lowering his eyes briefly.

"I did not mean to interrupt. I have learned we will be visiting another realm shortly, and I wished to invite you to join me when we are allowed to disembark. Fujin will likely be in attendance, and we would be honored to host your Water spirit, if you wish to help us in our task."

She swore in sic official languages, and Klingon for good measure as her hopes that he had arrived while she was screaming at the blank screen were dashed. She saw the open door, the familiar lounging in it, and threw a hair stick at the small glass creature. It flew out of the way, letting the door, finally, close.

"You are worse than a Barrani waystation!" she snapped at the creature who settled on her head, looking smug.

She looked to Raiden. "she is not my Water Spirit," she said finally. She bent and dug around, trying to find her bracer.

"But they are Water." He ignores the cursing, the anger with the creature as she dug around for something. He glances to her arms, noticing now that her bracer was not on. He stays exactly where he is, straightening his posture while he watches.

She found it, and put it back on, swearing as she got up. "She is Elemental Water. Or," she grimaced, "some part of it any way." She made a face and shook her head. Then she looked at the screen again and hit it with her fist. She swore in anger.

"Then you should bring her with us to the planet. Fujin and I will be creating a rainstorm to help with the drought." He watches her hit the screen, wincing briefly at the abuse of the technology, but not exactly surprised.

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"I don't exactly bring her," she muttered. "And it's not like most people know I can summon the Elementals," she said darkly. then she swore. "What exactly did you hear, trying to figure out how dead I am."

"You summon them?" Raiden has been called on many occasion, but he doesn't always answer if it's not a situation he needs to appear.
The idea of being summoned, however, is strange. To think of a natural element at the call of a mortal. To have the element's energies tapped made sense, but to be controlled or commanded?

"I know you mentioned a garden, but are they not free to see to the realm's upkeep?" He's not intentionally ignoring her question....not entirely, anyway.

"I sometimes am half convinced that Fire, at least, think's it's summoning me," she griped. She shrugged though. "I'm really really not supposed to talk about the Garden."

"Fire does have a way of acting like it is in charge." Raiden offers a small hum of amusement as he recalls memories of the Fire god from his realm.

"The offer still stands. We have not had the presence of a water elemental in some time, and would be glad for both of you to join us."

She hesitated, warred with herself, then shrugged. "Alright, I guess," she muttered.

"Thank you. I will contact you again when we are preparing to leave for the planet. I look forward to it, and I am sure Fujin will, as well."

"Great," she muttered darkly, trying to glare at the small class creature on her head.

Raiden turns to leave, but then stops short of the door just before it would open and turns to look back at Kaylin when he has a thought.

"We will be flying once we are planet-side, if that helps."

She stills, the muttering stops and she stares at him. Just stares at him for a long moment. She swallows. "Flying?" she whispered.

The familiar made a trilling noise that sounded like laughter.

"Yes." He ignored the trilling, keeping his gaze on Kaylin. "We will need to locate a sufficient source of water for the storm. The easiest way to do so is by air. We would welcome another set of eyes."

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Alright, then."

"I will let you know when we will be assembling once we near the planet." With that, and a nod, he finally departs for the door.

She falls into her chair, watching the door close behind him.

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