forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Mind if I tag along?" he asked, fully expecting a wholehearted 'no,' and maybe even a few abusive words along with it.

Tessa narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking it over carefully. If he went with her, she'd feel obligated to watch over him. Then again, if she refused, then she'd eventually feel bad and wonder if he got hurt somehow. He seemed capable enough, but he was also stubborn. That doesn't always mix well. "If you manage to keep yourself alive without my help and stay out of my way if I'm busy with something."

He nodded, a few drops of water flying from his hair. "Seems fair enough. Deal."

"Good." She flicked her wrist, and the gem shattered against a fallen tree trunk. She dramatically swept an arm towards the portal. "After you."

He followed her instruction, ducking down so his head wouldn't get chopped off by the edge of the portal. "Thanks….I guess?"

(Is this gonna involve her mafia side?)

(A little bit, yeah, but not too much. She's almost done with her personal mission at this point)

When he walked through, Tessa trailed after him. They emerged in a relatively nice living room with plenty of comforts to go around. Fluffy pillows and blankets, cushiony sofa and armchairs, a large TV, a desk with music equipment, and some other random things lying about.

"Comfy place," he admitted, suddenly feeling slightly self conscious about the fact he was soaking wet still.

She lazily pointed to a bathroom. "Feel free to shower. I'll get you some clothes."

He gave her a thankful half-smile, probably the best she'd get out of him at the moment. "Thanks."
Runner walked over to the bathroom door and opened it just enough to slip inside.

Tessa changed out of her precious outfit, opting for a more casual gettup with a loose tank top and pajama shirts. She dug through her wardrobe until she found some men's sweatpants and t-shirt. She knocked on the bathroom door. "I got some clothes for you."

The shower was blasting at this point, so it would be hard for anyone to talk over it. She could barely hear the sound of him talking to himself over it.

She sighed and covered her eyes as she walked in. She set the clothes on the counter and headed back out.

He stopped his rambling to call, "Thanks!" before she walked out. About 15 minutes later, he walked out, his damp hair covering his eyes slightly. He seemed awkward in the new clothing, like he'd never wore anything like it.

"Don't ask where I got the clothes. Its better for me that way," she said from where she sat cross-legged on the sofa, eyes hooded slightly as she concentrated on a paper on her lap that she was scribbling on.

"I don't like them," he admitted, parting his air to the right to keep it out of his eyes. "I don't know why. I just don't."

(Not at the moment, and I'm too tired to think of one right now)

"Yeah, well, that's all I got for you right now. I'm sorry I didn't steal multiple men's clothes for your convenience," she said without looking up, the sarcasm clear in her voice.

"I never said I wasn't grateful," he said defensively, putting his hands up as he sat down on the arm chair furthest from Tess.

"Hmm," she hummed, tapping her pencil against the paper in a steady rhythm. She paused and wrote something down.

"Whatcha writing?" he asked, tilting his head as he watched her write.

"Song lyrics," she answered simply, going back to tapping and humming.

He opened his mouth to ask another question, but decided against it. He was being too nosy for someone he met legitimately an hour again. She also seemed beyond weirded out by him, which was disconcerting. Was he *that weird?
These thoughts furrowed his brow so deep it looked like it would slide down past his nose.

"Spit it out, Magic Detector," she demanded, flicking her eyes up to look at him. Now that she had gotten over the strange ability he seemed to have, he wasn't so bad. She's seen weirder.

He blinked a few times in confusion, tilting his head as her voice dragged his from his thoughts. "Huh?"

"You look like you want to say something. Say it."

He stick his chin out, deciding mow much he wanted to really say. "Just overwhelmed at the moment."

She raised an impatient brow. "And?"

"Why I woke up in the middle of the ocean with no memory of how I got there, why you reacted the way you did when I made simple observations, why you treated me so weird when I killed the ogre," he said, laying it all out.

"Can't help you with the first one, those observations were not simple, and that was just a little freaky at the moment. It's not exactly every day you see a tree growing out of a live ogre."

"It was a simple spell," he explained, rubbing his hands together as he spoke. "Instead of soil and water. it fed off of the ogre's life force. And it was easy to find out who you were. It was on the tip of my tongue the moment you came within a few meters of me."