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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[letxequalnull]

Perhaps the worst thing is that Xemnas doesn't need to do anything to be a distressing presence. All he has to do is exist, or at least, be present. He cannot, after all, be anything less than he has always been and even here it seems that the chill of the void follows him.

He is, of course, just as unrepentant as ever, but this alone doesn't mean that he has any less reason to speak to Even. It simply means that the tone of the conversation is going to be... different. But such is the nature of life at the best of times.

[defrostedpride]

Even's already pale face goes dead white when he sees Xemnas. Of all the people he might encounter...he hasn't even hoped to never see him again, as if not thinking about him could keep him away. Superstition continues to be false and unhelpful.

"How did you get here?" he hisses, reaching for his shield as though it will do him any good in this fight. (If he thought he could outrun Xemnas, he would try.)

[letxequalnull]

Superstition tends to work best on fairies and spirits, neither of which Xemnas is. Quite the contrary, in fact. He is every bit as real as he has always been, right down to the complete lack of concern at the sight of Even calling his shield. He knows - as he has always known - that he could take down any of his Organization in single combat, and the void that sits within him is not dulled in the least. True, Even may no longer be a Nobody and thus cannot be unmade, but that is no matter. He knows that any fight will be one-sided at best.

(Combat has never really been Even's forte anyway, even when he had been Vexen and the both of them know it.)

"How does anyone arrive here?" he counters. "Or have you not yet discovered the truth at the heart of any arrival here, least of all my own?"

It's a simple question, at the heart of it. But there's enough in that could be read otherwise, if Even should choose to see it as such.

[defrostedpride]

Even struggles to assemble his scattered thoughts into something, anything, that might get him out of this situation. It's not easy, when what he wants to do is scream and yell and demand answers.

"People are brought, generally," he says, mustering what remains of his dignity. "But I can't imagine that happening to you." On multiple counts: the idea of the young god wanting Xemnas here is almost as outlandish as the idea of Xemnas being anywhere he didn't intend to be.

[letxequalnull]

Even if he had chosen to demand answers, it's very unlikely that Xemnas would have offered them. He has always tended to half-answers at best, and having things demanded of him is not really the best way to make him inclined to offer even that much.

(Which is not to say that Even can't try, but it isn't likely to help matters much in the long run.)

"Perhaps it is meant to be a mystery, then," he offers, with a smile that is really not likely to be comforting. All he knows for certain is that this isn't where he was, and that it is not entirely where he wants to be. But no matter. He will continue on as he always has, and that will do.