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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[preuxchevalier]

Bertie's happy to finally be able to go check the bulletin board now that he's free of his vampirism and the problems associated with it. Well, some of the problems. He's more than a little leery of getting near Ienzo's neck now, and vice versa. But that's to one side. He can trot along in the sunshine now, secure in the knowledge he isn't about to burn to a crisp.

When he sees the dark figure, he offers his cheeriest, "What ho!" and smile. "New to the Meadous are you, old fruit? How do you do? I'm Bertie Wooster. Frightfully sorry if you've been here a bit. I've been rather preoccupied. Oh! What's this? Ah..." Some of these conversations are... embarrassing. A lot of them are, in fact, when thinking of some random bird reading them. "People tend to get a bit overheated on the board now and again. It's a lot of silly nonsense."

[theghast]

Raimut glances in the direction of Bertie's voice, then looks away, bored by what he sees -- a gratingly cheerful man with poor taste in clothes and a tendency to babble.

"I awoke here this morning," he says, curtly. "I am merely ... investigating the place. It pays, Sudar Wooster, to know one's surroundings well."

The pauses he takes between words are reminiscent, ever so slightly, of Jay's speech patterns, though where Jay is breathless and a little scattered, Raimut seems measured and deliberate.

[preuxchevalier]

The thing that catches Bertie's attention is the use of 'Sudar.' Well, and the language in and of itself. "I say, you wouldn't happen to know a Jay Zimin?" It's a long shot, but if this someone from Jay's homeworld, he might finally have a friend from his past to look to!

[theghast]

Raimut smiles, faintly and looks at Bertie with something like amusement.

"Jay Zimin? Yes, I'm acquainted," he drawls. "How is the miserable peacock?"

[preuxchevalier]

The amusement would mean he's... only joking, right? "Jolly good, I suppose. That is to say, bobbing along at a happy pace, what?" What else was there to say? "Well, I mean, he's short a pair of pins, but he's toddling along fine on the spare one of our chums worked out.

"Sorry, what was your name, then?"

[theghast]

"Short a ... ah. The boy lost his legs then?" Raimut says and smirks. "How typical."

He turns back to the bulletin board, intent on ignoring Bertie. However, when the missives fail to engage him a second time, he turns around again and says, carelessly, "I am Raimut Hellewege. I'm sure you've heard of me, from Zimin if from no one else. I have to caution you, the boy is prone to hysteria so ... not everything you may have heard is true."

He smiles. There is absolutely no humour in it.

[preuxchevalier]

Bertie freezes. This, this is Raimut? The villain who abused Jay in so many ways, tormented him, and forced him to do awful things. "You... y-you stay away from Jay!" The command would be more effective if Bertie weren't completely gobsmacked by the revelation of this man's identity. "You're not to go anywhere near him. Whatever the truth is, nothing good would come of your meeting him."

He takes a step away from the other man. Warning Jay is chief in his mind now. Why would the Little One bring someone like this here? "H-have you got that, Hellewege?"

[theghast]

Raimut shakes his head in mock disbelief and deep amusement.

"Or what? Who'll stop me? You?"

[preuxchevalier]

He wishes very suddenly that he was still a vampire, or that he had his elemental whangee. At the moment, he's just some bird off and about a stroll without even a walking stick with which to threaten. It isn't the ideal sitch for appearing to be an imposing sort of chap.

Still, Bertie draws himself up, though he wants to cower away, and raises his chin defiantly. "Me, and a dozen like me. Jay's one of the most well-liked fellows in the village." That... is stretching things a lot, but Bertie's still fairishly certain that everyone apart from Dustin would stand up to Raimut on Jay's behalf.

[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?"

[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.

[theghast]

Raimut stares at Bertie for a long minute, then says, "I'm sorry. Was that supposed to be an insult or are you rambling in delirium?"

He considers taking a step back -- Bertie might be dangerous, being clearly mad -- but does not. Best not to show fear. Plus, it's not like Bertie is a rabid dog. His madness is likely not catching.