And now for a wee bit of a refesher course
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Hama: Self-defense? Why am I not surprised. Why would she even try in the first place?
Jade: Children? Or going after me? Well, the going after me dates back to when I was Medusa and I stabbed her in the stomach and turned her to stone. Don't think she's ever forgiven me for that. The children, I have no idea on, but really, they weren't very nice.
Hama: Medusa. >.< Should I even ask?
Jade: I was telling Sin stories. Somewhat of a mistake, in retrospect, though he is my adopted nephew.
Hama: ... I tend to forget that.
Jade: Most people probably do. He's a good boy, though. And at least he's never turned you into a rabbit.
Hama: Yet. I've been a ferret. It's not so bad, really. *backtracks, goes wide-eyed* How did THAT have children?!
Jade: They were clones. Ioreth made them from material gathered from Thuringwethil and Denny, though in Denny's case it was entirely unwilling. That's why I was there, to rescue Denny. *ducks her head slightly, smiling* I'm fairly predictable about that, aren't I?
Hama: I'm still trying to get my brain about the part about having to rescue Denethor. o.O
Jade: Oh. *pauses for a moment, sorting her thoughts* All right. As I understand it, Thuringwethil decided she wanted children and went to see Ioreth. Ioreth said she needed a co-donor, to make stronger clones. Thuringwethil, for whatever reason, picked Denny and kidnapped him. Denny, being Denny, panicked between bouts of attempting to escape and yelled for help. And me, being me, rode to the rescue, stabbed Thuringwethil and turned her to stone, and then managed to stone Denny, who got turned back from being a statue as a child. Eru had a cruel sense of humor sometimes.
Hama: ... Are there photos? There should be photos. It would be a wonderful thing.
Jade: Of Denny as a child? Somewhere, I'm sure.
Hama: Oh good. *I'm quiet for a few moments* Opal...do you think she's...uh...
Jade: *just as quietly* If Thuringwethil had killed her, she'd been back in Mandos already. And I'm sure somebody would have yelled for me by now. *half to herself* Not that Opal's really alive to begin with, but, still. I'm sure Thuringwethil hasn't eaten her.
Hama: *grumbling direly about the very thought* Okay. The vampire's yours. What can I do?
Jade: Well... *thoughtfully* Last time, there was a Warg. I wounded it with some daggers *her hand brushed across the row of them strapped to her chest, touching the two lowest sheathes* but I'm pretty sure it would have survived. So, that will probably be a barrier. I should have packed a bow.
Hama: *patting my saddlebags* Bow. Got your back, boss.
Jade: *smiles* You're priceless, Hama. Well, that makes it easier. I've faced a Warg on foot, I don't recommend it, but if you shoot it, that would make it easier. As for what other tricks Thuringwethil might have, I'm not sure. She never had any before, but she's also never taken this long to make another move before, either. She must have planned this pretty carefully, so we'll have to be cautious.
Hama: It's been a while since I took any target practice that didn't involve me AS the target, but it's not something I'm likely to have forgotten. Orcs, wargs, bring it, I can hit it. *grins rakishly* So what would she do if we didn't follow the path she wants us to follow?
Jade: *grins* I'm not sure, but I'd love to find out. I think, unless she's gotten better, that she'll probably get very angry, therefore, very stupid.
Hama: Welllllll...there's got to be a way. *looks around thoughtfully* I'm assuming we're heading into the middle of godsforsaken nowhere, right?
Jade: *nods* That's where these secret lairs are generally located.
Hama: Sooooo...there's probably nobody else around for miles,yes?
Jade: Probably not. What are you thinking?
Hama: You're a maia of death. Can you get a general sense of, well, life? Of souls? If they're the only ones out here?
Jade: There're animals, too, but I think I could. *somewhat distracted as she focuses first in, then out* Yes. I can feel Opal. That way. *points*
Hama: Great! So we get OFF of this path and circle around. *smiles proudly* Yes/no?
Jade: Yes. *turns her horse away, heading for a more direct route* Good thinking, Hama.
Hama: I accept cookies.
Jade: Remind me when we get back and I'll make you a batch.
Hama: *salutes, narrowly avoiding getting brained by a low branch as we swerve into the underbrush* Will do.
Jade: We're getting closer. *halts for a moment, looking very seriously at him* Hama, I need you to promise me, whatever happens, you'll get Opal out of there first. She's important, more important than me, or you, or even sodding Mandos at the moment. Ok?
Hama: *immediately dead serious* Of course. I said I'd protect your daughter, and I failed.
Jade: Neither of us expected vampires. I don't blame you, if you've wondered. I'm still trying to figure out how I can make it so she can't get back in. And I'm sorry you got hurt.
Hama: Thank you. *rubbing my still-sore neck ruefully* I've had worse, believe me. I'm still alive, right?
Hama: I mean...I AM, yes?
Jade: *nods* So far. You're going for a record, I'm sure.
Hama: Personal best! Well, aside from the original few decades. But that was canon. Doesn't count. *I unship my bow and begin stringing it, letting my horse keep pace with yours on his own, keeping an eye out as best I can*
Jade: We'll make an old man of you yet. *smiles at him briefly, guiding the horses toward the feel/pull of Opal*
Hama: Self-defense? Why am I not surprised. Why would she even try in the first place?
Jade: Children? Or going after me? Well, the going after me dates back to when I was Medusa and I stabbed her in the stomach and turned her to stone. Don't think she's ever forgiven me for that. The children, I have no idea on, but really, they weren't very nice.
Hama: Medusa. >.< Should I even ask?
Jade: I was telling Sin stories. Somewhat of a mistake, in retrospect, though he is my adopted nephew.
Hama: ... I tend to forget that.
Jade: Most people probably do. He's a good boy, though. And at least he's never turned you into a rabbit.
Hama: Yet. I've been a ferret. It's not so bad, really. *backtracks, goes wide-eyed* How did THAT have children?!
Jade: They were clones. Ioreth made them from material gathered from Thuringwethil and Denny, though in Denny's case it was entirely unwilling. That's why I was there, to rescue Denny. *ducks her head slightly, smiling* I'm fairly predictable about that, aren't I?
Hama: I'm still trying to get my brain about the part about having to rescue Denethor. o.O
Jade: Oh. *pauses for a moment, sorting her thoughts* All right. As I understand it, Thuringwethil decided she wanted children and went to see Ioreth. Ioreth said she needed a co-donor, to make stronger clones. Thuringwethil, for whatever reason, picked Denny and kidnapped him. Denny, being Denny, panicked between bouts of attempting to escape and yelled for help. And me, being me, rode to the rescue, stabbed Thuringwethil and turned her to stone, and then managed to stone Denny, who got turned back from being a statue as a child. Eru had a cruel sense of humor sometimes.
Hama: ... Are there photos? There should be photos. It would be a wonderful thing.
Jade: Of Denny as a child? Somewhere, I'm sure.
Hama: Oh good. *I'm quiet for a few moments* Opal...do you think she's...uh...
Jade: *just as quietly* If Thuringwethil had killed her, she'd been back in Mandos already. And I'm sure somebody would have yelled for me by now. *half to herself* Not that Opal's really alive to begin with, but, still. I'm sure Thuringwethil hasn't eaten her.
Hama: *grumbling direly about the very thought* Okay. The vampire's yours. What can I do?
Jade: Well... *thoughtfully* Last time, there was a Warg. I wounded it with some daggers *her hand brushed across the row of them strapped to her chest, touching the two lowest sheathes* but I'm pretty sure it would have survived. So, that will probably be a barrier. I should have packed a bow.
Hama: *patting my saddlebags* Bow. Got your back, boss.
Jade: *smiles* You're priceless, Hama. Well, that makes it easier. I've faced a Warg on foot, I don't recommend it, but if you shoot it, that would make it easier. As for what other tricks Thuringwethil might have, I'm not sure. She never had any before, but she's also never taken this long to make another move before, either. She must have planned this pretty carefully, so we'll have to be cautious.
Hama: It's been a while since I took any target practice that didn't involve me AS the target, but it's not something I'm likely to have forgotten. Orcs, wargs, bring it, I can hit it. *grins rakishly* So what would she do if we didn't follow the path she wants us to follow?
Jade: *grins* I'm not sure, but I'd love to find out. I think, unless she's gotten better, that she'll probably get very angry, therefore, very stupid.
Hama: Welllllll...there's got to be a way. *looks around thoughtfully* I'm assuming we're heading into the middle of godsforsaken nowhere, right?
Jade: *nods* That's where these secret lairs are generally located.
Hama: Sooooo...there's probably nobody else around for miles,yes?
Jade: Probably not. What are you thinking?
Hama: You're a maia of death. Can you get a general sense of, well, life? Of souls? If they're the only ones out here?
Jade: There're animals, too, but I think I could. *somewhat distracted as she focuses first in, then out* Yes. I can feel Opal. That way. *points*
Hama: Great! So we get OFF of this path and circle around. *smiles proudly* Yes/no?
Jade: Yes. *turns her horse away, heading for a more direct route* Good thinking, Hama.
Hama: I accept cookies.
Jade: Remind me when we get back and I'll make you a batch.
Hama: *salutes, narrowly avoiding getting brained by a low branch as we swerve into the underbrush* Will do.
Jade: We're getting closer. *halts for a moment, looking very seriously at him* Hama, I need you to promise me, whatever happens, you'll get Opal out of there first. She's important, more important than me, or you, or even sodding Mandos at the moment. Ok?
Hama: *immediately dead serious* Of course. I said I'd protect your daughter, and I failed.
Jade: Neither of us expected vampires. I don't blame you, if you've wondered. I'm still trying to figure out how I can make it so she can't get back in. And I'm sorry you got hurt.
Hama: Thank you. *rubbing my still-sore neck ruefully* I've had worse, believe me. I'm still alive, right?
Hama: I mean...I AM, yes?
Jade: *nods* So far. You're going for a record, I'm sure.
Hama: Personal best! Well, aside from the original few decades. But that was canon. Doesn't count. *I unship my bow and begin stringing it, letting my horse keep pace with yours on his own, keeping an eye out as best I can*
Jade: We'll make an old man of you yet. *smiles at him briefly, guiding the horses toward the feel/pull of Opal*