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]

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.