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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whispers /I'm not in game yet, whatever, I can't miss this/

[bloodyashes]

The mailboxes here have only short, single names on them, all of them foreign to someone native to Earth. Other than that, the house is fairly mundane, except for the clearly-foreign, swirling text written into the edge of the patio.

The person answering the door is a unimpressed looking young with red hair hanging loosely to his waist - and it is truly red, not the orange shade that people usually mean when they talk about red hair. The only thing holding it out of his face are a pair of women's garnet hairpins, one at each temple. The loose tunic he's wearing falls to his knees, and could be easily mistaken for a dress, but his voice should clear up any misunderstanding. Should being the operative word.

"Can I help you?" The language is obviously not English, sounding like a mix of German and French with a certain musical quality to it, and the tone is that of someone who is clearly making an extra effort to be polite but isn't usually so. Faint music, instrumental and vaguely church-like, can be heard in the background behind him.

[thegirlwhodrowned]

"Perfectly, sure." She repeated simply back with a toss of her hair. "You'd know if you didn't take such an interest in my feet."

[thegirlwhodrowned]

"...I see." She rests a hand on her hip, blowing out a sigh. The information clears up the idiotic letter she found at least. "The one flaw with your little theory, is the fact I've always been home."

[nephewcrusher]

Agatha's eyes bulged out, and she began to dig her freezing hands into the snow to hurl powder at the monster. "Demon child!" It was really the only thing she could think to say considering he didn't seem like he was going to call it off.

"Help! Help!" Perhaps there were better people in this God-forsaken village than him. Not that that would be a very high bar to rise above.

[preuxchevalier]

"Ah, w-well, they're very lovely feet," Bertie offered. What else did you say to something like that? "Always like a good foot, we Woosters. The old pieds taking you to and fro and all that. Rather a lot of to-ing and fro-ing to be had here, you'll find. Do you like t.ing and f.ing?"

[thegirlwhodrowned]

Ophelia simply smirks at his nervous rambling, taking a step forward invading Bertie's personal space bubble. The black liquid of her dress surges forward, bubbling at the edges of Bertie's shoes. Winding the man up seemed like fun if anything. "Are you coming on to me?"

[nephewcrusher]

Lord, but this boy does chatter. What's more's it's chatter that's absolute nonsense. Agatha's about to cut him off when he comes to a discussion of his and Bertie's activities. And she simply stares when he finishes. "Bertie was in a war. And he did not die?"

She's beginning to think that she may very well have been mistaken about this being her nephew. "You must be joking, boy. Bertie can't tie his shoelaces without asking for help from that snake of a valet of his. Is Jeeves here, as well?" That might explain a few things, like why the hill house is clean and orderly.

[preuxchevalier]

It looks rather more like she's coming onto him. Bertie stumbles back with a startled yelp. "No! No!" That cleared up, he focuses on the other problem that's just cropped up. "Y-your dress. There's- what's wrong with your dress?"

[thegirlwhodrowned]

The stumbling earns a low laugh from the woman, she doesn't bother to hide it. "I see." The bottom of her dress bubbles, small tendrils attempt to follow Bertie but don't get far.

"It's just a dress. I'm sure you've seen one before. Haven't you?"

[truepsychictale]

"Thus why I said 'most of us'."

[truthmayvary]

"Whats properly married?" Warren asked, sounding honestly curious.

[truepsychictale]

"You may call me what you like, but please, I do keep clean. I can withstand any insult to my character besides that."

[thegirlwhodrowned]

"Mhmm." She tilts her head, watching the man for a moment before she spoke again. "How long have you been here?"

[truepsychictale]

"Half a year, I arrived here with my husband." He said out of Habit. "We were among-st the first group of people."

[shiromadoushi]

The spirit's eyes narrowed, glancing down at Hajime's belt before back at his face, trying to assess the situation. As much as his host was a thorn in his side at times, he could be irreplaceably helpful at times; he could lean into his host's mind and find out just who the hell this annoyance was and how best to handle him. It was highly annoying to not have that resource right now...

"Tch..." With that irritated sound, the pretense was dropped. Hair became more wild, eyes darkened and one hand went to his hip as he took a more arrogant, open stance. "Yadonushi never mentioned me?" he asked with a trace of annoyance.

Even with the understood translation, the hint of switch between normal Bakura's polite speech and use of "boku" and the arrogant "ore" of the spirit was clear.

[chalicejoker]

Hajime did not visibly react at the sudden change. If anything, he seemed satisfied to have the problem out in the open. "We've never talked about it." He remained on guard, though he did not yet make the change to Chalice.

Darkroach gave a questioning chirp. "No, Darkroach, that's not the one we know." Another chirp. "In a moment." If he got an answer before attacking, fine. Otherwise? He was very much willing to fight.

[shiromadoushi]

The spirit's arms crossed. "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Still afraid of what people are going to think, I'm sure..."

[chalicejoker]

"Most everyone here has a secret or two," Hajime said easily. "We try not to judge too harshly. He was still wary, wondering if he should pull his Category Ace and fight now, or if he should allow whoever or whatever this was to continue talking.

[oldhippie]

"In Lady Worplesdon's case," Nemo says, "I expect it involves finding wealthy girls willing to listen to everything she says." Personally, he feels sorry for those nephews and husband. "In the larger sense, it involves a lot of paperwork being signed--for the actual license and the prenuptial agreement--and then an elaborate, expensive wedding party being thrown. My sister and brother-in-law ended up having one of those. Aunt Betty insisted."

[shiromadoushi]

A touch of a smug smile touched the spirits lips. "So, he is here then, is he?"

Any information he could get on what his host was up to in this place would help him immensely. He needed to get his bearings, figure out what was going on in this place and make sure his host still remembered him favorably or if the pharaoh and his brat had undone all his hard work.

[maskedtyrant]

That...that is a costume, right? The more Codi looks at it, the more she feels a little unsettled about how lifelike the chitin plates and claws look on this fellow. It must just be really well done! Yes, that's probably right.

"Come on, you don't have to stay in character!" she giggles, suddenly feeling a twinge of hysteria creep into her chest. "I'm--okay, well--I'm kind of lost. You think you could tell me where I am, maybe?"

[letxequalnull]

He doesn't look at all offended. In fact, he looks pretty much entirely unconcerned despite everything. A conversation is a conversation after all, and he's never really been on the best of terms with emotions. So any potential slight is simply left ignored and he continues right along.

"You may call me Xemnas. And there is no immediate need for me to return to where I had been."

[chalicejoker]

Hm. Not a good reaction. Hajime's hand casually came down to rest on the card box clipped to that weird belt. "So what do you want with him, then?"

[shiromadoushi]

The spirit's eyes followed that motion, narrowing just a touch. Another Duelist...?

"He's my Host." It was a flat answer that explained very little.

[chalicejoker]

In character? Darkroach is not sure what that means. Nor is he quite sure how to tell her where she is. That seems to be the far more pressing question now.

He gesticulates wildly, buzzes some, points to Codi, and then points to the ground. This is where Codi is. Right here. This spot. He would make a "You are here" sign with matching arrow if he was capable of that extent of penmanship and sign-making.