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]

It was not unusual for Hajime to take a late night walk here and there. What was unusual was for Hajime to take a late night walk and to sense a a very familiar sort of power. He thought he'd had a general read on what a vampire felt like, though this one was far more similar to the kind he was most familiar with. Bertie and Ienzo read one way to his senses, but Natalie read another. That general sense of sameness made him very curious.

Jacob might notice the short man in the trenchcoat watching him as he investigates the town. He looks unassuming enough, save for the Undead power he's holding in check. Hajime is not sure how he should approach.

[skullmotif]

Jacob was sensing some untoward and not entirely pleasant things, himself. He knew the feeling of all manners of Beast, of all clans and a variety of odd bloodlines, and this ominous presence that he can feel slowly moving in his direction is like nothing he has encountered before. He briefly considers avoiding it, Obfuscating himself, and approaching it on his own terms once properly prepared, but it's a thought that's quickly discarded. He'd rather talk with whatever this was, presuming it was capable of speech.

When he finally caught sight of Hajime, he was surprised. Such strength coming from such an unassuming looking young man? But life (and unlife) was full of mysteries. When he catches Hajime looking at him Jacob stops, turns himself sharply in the young man's direction, and inclines his head in a subtle nod of greeting. "Good evening to you." His expression is flat, betraying no hint of anxiety or uncertainty.

[chalicejoker]

"And to you." Hajime's own expression was much the same as he returned the nod in kind. It was easy to stay calm in situations like this given his own relative power and original tendency to flat-out forget to emote. Besides, this man was the same sort of vampire Natalie had been, he could tell that much. He was dealing with the familiar, even if this was treading into the territory of the unusually familiar. "This is your first night here, I take it."

[skullmotif]

This young fellow's demeanor was helping to paint a strange picture in Jacob's mind. With such a ferocious force within him and such a dull effect to his face and words, he had to wonder if he was in the presence of some sort of unfathomably old elder vampire. But he looked too alive for that to be it. This merited investigation. Cautious investigation. Jacob nodded to Hajime and stepped forward, swinging his walking stick casually.

"That it is. And I would presume that you've been here for some time?"

[chalicejoker]

"Only about five months." Hajime shrugged. Five months wasn't much time in the grand scheme of things, though it did seem to be a long span of time to spend in a little god's strange terrarium. "Not that the place itself has been around much longer. It's a very young sort of realm. Quiet, but not much to it yet."

[skullmotif]

"The blink of an eye." The words were said easily, but he watched Hajime for his reaction to them. Jacob continued to advance, his steps slow and easy. "A young realm for a young God, then. The little poppet has strange taste in worshipers. I dare say things may not remain quiet for long."

Jacob stopped, then, planting his walking stick into the snow, fingers drumming along the head. "Forgive me. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Jacob Waters." He did not extend his hand. "You would be?"

[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.

[skullmotif]

The same sort of flicker of recognition flashed across Jacob's face when Hajime gave his name. Yes, wasn't that the name on the mailbox that stood next to Natalie's? How interesting that this is who she had chosen to 'be dippy' about.

He let his features settle, and gave a curt nod. "I know her well. She's my child. And if I'm not mistaken, you know her well." The fingers that had been drumming on the walking stick's head were now clutching it tightly. "Tell me, Hajime... how is she doing, all tucked away in this little realm?"

[chalicejoker]

It occurred to Hajime that perhaps unexpectedly coming across her father who apparently had some idea of what they'd been doing all this time was not the best thing. He assumed that there was some facet of human interaction that might have prepared him for such an encounter, only he was uncertain as to how to proceed on some level. Humans dealt with this sort of thing all the time, after all. Territorial monster posturing, he could handle. But not surprise relatives.

"She's...doing well enough, given the circumstances." He maintained most of his outer calm, but inwardly, he wondered if he was doing this right. His body language became slightly tense, although his facial expression didn't change. A human would know how to proceed. And he was not a human. Undead didn't do interpersonal relationships, as much as Hajime was trying to learn. "Things happened. She's no longer a vampire, but..." He stopped for a moment, considering how to go on. "She's handling it." He wondered if he should add something to the effect that she'd stopped him from tearing apart the one responsible. That might make things even more awkward.