The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

[preuxchevalier]

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?
 

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters in the snow between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.
 

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

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[chalicejoker]

Why did that word never translate correctly? Even the babelfish-things in space hadn't done it right... "It means I wear a mask. A mask and armor. I go out and fight monsters while riding a motorcycle." He looked a bit irritated. "I'm no performer."

[chalicejoker]

Hajime stood his ground, making no move to advance or retreat. "So it is." No, he didn't seem to think five months was a very long time at all. It wasn't, really, even if a lot had happened in those five months. He'd made more than a few steps down that long road towards humanity. "They've shown signs of changing. It's a very...eclectic bunch we have here. A bit of a challenge for the little one." Even if Hajime privately had to wonder about the sense of bringing in things like world destroyers.

At the name, well, there was no masking the flicker of surprise--of recognition--across Hajime's face. "I'm Hajime Aikawa." He did not know how best to continue. It was one thing when it was simply a talk in which one was feeling out another monster entering one's territory, but it was another thing entirely when the newcomer was quite possibly related to someone one knew. And it explained the similarity. "You know Natalie, then?" For she hadn't referred to her father as anything other than Father around him.

[chalicejoker]

Darkroach gave Hajime a questioning buzz. He was also an Undead, and even he had picked up on something being off here. When Darkroach noticed a problem, well, that was when you knew you had a problem.

Hajime returned that buzz with a slight nod. "Darkroach would like to know if you'd want to go out to the woods with us. He wants to play hide and seek."

There was a really questioning buzz there, for that was not at all what Darkroach had in mind. Hajime just gave him another nod and hoped the bug would catch on. Get the impostor out into the woods where there were no witnesses, figure out what was going on...

[shiromadoushi]

"Eh? Aaa...." the teen blinked. "Would that be all right? With all the snow... Wouldn't be much of a game, would it!" he finished with a small laugh.

[nephewcrusher]

"How dare you!" Agatha bristled very well for someone who didn't have fur of her own. "I was going to leave your admission of criminal acts to one side, but I see now that would be far too generous. Consider yourself warned. Once I have contacted the authorities, I shall inform them of your deviant behavior."

[nephewcrusher]

Agatha's eyes flit from Nemo to the red-haired man, then back to Nemo. This... this fool has brought her to a gypsy caravan? Is Nemo one of them? Good gracious, what diseases is she going to catch just standing here? Of course they'd be able to move in and out of a place as they wish; they're like rats!

She turns her gaze once more to Warren, glaring at him down her nose. "I have no interest in your wares, Mr. Warren. I wish to send word to the authorities that I have been kidnapped."

[nephewcrusher]

Agatha doesn't even acknowledge Zimin's existence. If he is going to continue to use such endearments, she will not tolerate him. "What ridiculous language are you using, girl? And I hardly mean just that lingerie you're comporting yourself in like a half-penny harlot. That make-up you're wearing. Why are you dressed as a demon?"

[nephewcrusher]

Agatha stared at the young man for several seconds. Then finally, she said, "What absolute nonsense you speak. Monsters? Motorcycles? And a mask? Bandits wear masks, boy." Her gaze sharpened. "Are you in league with the kidnappers?"

[chalicejoker]

"It'll be fine with the snow. Darkroach loves the snow. Don't you, Darkroach?" Hajime was forcing a smile now, one such that the normal Bakura might have been able to tell something was off. He waited for a comment.

Darkroach gave an enthusiastic chirp. He didn't know what was going on, but okay.

[shiromadoushi]

"Aaa--- if you're sure!"

Yami Bakura sure as hell wasn't. This whole think stunk like a trap and without his host's memories to lean on, he was going through it blind.

...And the way this guy smiled just rubbed him the wrong way.

"Though, it feels a little like something's a bit wrong, I think..." he faltered, rubbing the back of his neck. "My imagination, I wonder...?" he mused aloud.

[truepsychictale]

"I think the authorities here would be on my side- especially considering I am on the board. And you broke some rules already."

[truthmayvary]

"Well, less kidnapped and more brought here to help a little God grow up." Warren said moving to a sitting position. "Want some coffee or tea? I also have cookies, it would be rude of me to just let you two freeze."

[chalicejoker]

Hajime's eyes narrowed a bit. "Kidnappers?" He shook his head. "I'm no bandit. Just a guy who fights monsters." He wondered if perhaps the woman needed to see a monster to get the picture, and the Darkroach racecar noises were not giving him good ideas.

[theghast]

Raimut throws back his head and laughs. Bertie trying to be defiant looks comical, like a puppy too young to have teeth trying to chew on a shoe. He shakes his head and smiles, sunnily. There are shades of one of Jay's defiant rictus grins in the expression.

"Forgive me for not believing a man once popularly equated with hyenas has friends, would you?"

[amourtician]

"Harlot?" Jay says, in a strangled whisper. "You old bag, how dare you."

His own views on propriety notwithstanding, he's not about to let Aunt Agatha insult Ammond.

[theghast]

Raimut releases his grip on Dist and throws up both his hands, in mock resignation.

"Honestly. Has he improved in bed, then?" he says. "Gotten less insufferable? I lived with him for over a decade. I know him, in ways you never will. Reconsider wasting your time."

Despite the look of disgust, there's something else lurking in Raimut's eyes. Something akin to jealousy.

[spare_parts]

When Dist hits the ground he stumbles, coughing. He wasn't expecting to simply be... dropped. He rubs at his throat, quirking an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Why in the world would I tell you something like that?"

[psycheslantern]

"It's Alternian, lowblood dialect, high galactic imperial era," Ammond replies, lifting her chin just a little, and sneering just enough to expose pointy teeth behind black lips. Maybe she's just a yellowblood from the wrong part of town, and maybe she's very fond of some of her alien friends and neighbors, and maybe she's adopted a number of decidedly non-troll people as in-clade - but she's still Alternian and she doesn't have to take this kind of shit from an ill-tempered little mammalian alien. "And I haven't had a chance to put on my dermal ornamentation substances, because I wasn't planning on going out until someone started throwing a hissy fit on my liminal platform. Not that I'd expect an overwrought barbarian like you to know anything about what would be tasteful cosmetic choices for a troll of my caste, in the first place."

[nephewcrusher]

"I adhere to the laws of England, you vile man," Agatha retorted. "And you should be sentenced to two years hard labor at the very least! You and this lover of yours." She would never disgrace the term 'husband' by using it to refer to such men.

[theghast]

Raimut scowls. Dist isn't buckling very easily and he's not providing him with much information and it irritates him. He's very used to getting what he wants without resorting to, say, bloodshed unless it's totally unnecessary.

"You do strike one as an exhibitionist," he says, flippantly. "But no matter. I'd appreciate it if you didn't ... cause too much trouble for me, your unfortunate attachment to my apprentice notwithstanding."

[truepsychictale]

"We're not in England anymore." Sasha said, as Lightner came out. At least the dachshund seemed to like Agatha.

"Sorry to inform you."

[nephewcrusher]

"What do you mean monsters, child?" she demanded. "There are no such things."

[spare_parts]

"You ruined enough of his life; I'm not going to tiptoe but I'm not going to interact, either, not if I don't have to." Keeping it a secret is probably out of the question, given both the size of the place and his needing to explain away yet another bruise on his neck.

[ajealouswind]

Kain cannot hold in the discomfort that he feels when asked how he cannot be himself. It's easy enough, to not be oneself when one is just a soul lashed to wires and metal, doctored to appear real. He briefly averts his gaze, and unwinds the woolen scarf from around his neck to reveal the collar upon it.

"There are many worlds. That much, you must know. But there are many versions of those many worlds. Mine is dead. I was all that was left." He leaves the scarf hanging loosely around his neck, hand dropping to his side. "Where were you, then, that he was there, along with so many others?" Some of the edge left his voice. To know that Cecil did live, even somewhere beyond his reach... it was a comfort.

[preuxchevalier]

"He's my best friend," Bertie retorts with all the bravado he can muster. "You're forgiven, though, as I understand you've been a grave man for rather a spell in Jay's timeline." There! That ought to put him in his place.