Two unusual arrivals from two unrelated worlds.

[dualdestiny]

[OOC: warning, both in potentia chock full of spoilers from their respective series! (Escaflowne and Voltron, that is. Honerva from Voltron and the other character, on dualdestiny account, from Escaflowne (Escaflowne's an old mecha and travelling to another world and other stuff anime series) /ooc]

Two people who didn't arrive together, not at all. They both just happened to appear in Nexus at the same time, for no reason, just pure chance. Completely unconnected in any and all realities.

Somewhere near the plaza.

One of them, a blonde young woman, probably, though one can't be quite sure, immediately asks, "When my brother inevitably comes here, could you please tell him that I haven't been kidnapped? Possibly."

She seems a bit spacey and maybe not quite there, unfocused.

Another, an older white-haired woman, hooded, who seems much, much more focused on the here and now, and on reality, maybe, just tilts her head slightly at the question, but then seems to accept it as possibly a valid concern, just nods curtly at that. Then, she says,

"There are several acquaintances I've made in this reality. However, I'm not certain where exactly they live. Could you please help me find them? I'd be most obliged."

The young woman walks off in the meantime, not interested in that stranger. Walks off to wherever there might be flowers or butterflies or blood or the moon or anyone yelling.

Feel free to approach any of them, anyone. Not together, because they probably won't be together at any time, unless randomly. Just, any of the two.

Comments

[beendeaddonethat]

"Rich words coming from a thief. I created it and so, it, that clone of a Black Paladin, belongs to me. Ask it, if you have any doubts. It'll tell you."

"Tossed aside, you say?"

Seething anger. One that she lets through the mental shield for anyone to see.

Honerva's anger. But with it, Aletarya can also sure sense something that is not Honerva, something alive, dark, and ancient. Very ancient, older than universes.

"You dare? You shall rue this day.

Lotor is my son. The son I've lost, forgotten. But the memory came back to me. You have no idea what you speak of. I shall reclaim my only son and protect him from his enemies. And never lose him again."

We'll be a family in this reality.

[sordiddetails]

"People are not property. Only property can be stolen." Aletayria stands a little taller and is ready to get contentious with this woman.

Tommy raises a brow curiously at Honerva. The woman seemed to have no sense of there being danger to herself.

"Forgotten, lost, treating people like property. Your son sounds better off without you if that is your view of other people. No one needs to be owned the way you speak of your son." Despite the harshness of her words, the Antheans presence is completely placid and nearly devoid of emotions.

Tommy though is starting to feel queasy because he can see what is under that calm.

[beendeaddonethat]

"If you say so. I think that if I created a thing, it belongs to me."

And now... anger, getting through, because how dare. But she won't do anything, yet.

"As I've said, I couldn't remember my son. But I do now. What sort of mother wouldn't want to reunite with her child? And I know him well. I watched him his whole life, not knowing he's mine."

"My son, he'll come back to me. I know he will."

[sordiddetails]

"Is that why you seek you child? Because you see him as belonging to you too?" Aletayria was disgusted by the whole mindset of this woman.

"For his benefit, I hope he remains free of you." She is adamant.

Tommy was just watching this scene preparing to intervene if things got ugly.

[beendeaddonethat]

"As a mother, how can you speak that way? You wouldn't want to lose your own child."

[sordiddetails]

"No, I wouldn't, but I also do not see people as property nor toss away the lives I make when they are inconvenient. I don't break the lives I make. "

[beendeaddonethat]

"I can well see that further talk is futile. As I know you already hate me because of what that thing's told you," Honerva says, with disdain.

"So let's end this meaningless prattle, shall we, presently?"

She turns away.

[sordiddetails]

"He told me very little. Your own words condemned you, not another person."

She lets her leave, watching her closely. Tommy is still incredibly uncomfortable with this situation. He has no desire to see an Anthean return to the anger of the war but this might lead to it. Not that he can blame his cousin. He risked death for his children, or at least he imagines he did.