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i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 12-29-2018 There were few places where Rex hadn’t been yet in one way or another, and this was one that she always seemed to avoid. After the buzzing at the strange invisible boundary and spending the day with Alistair, appearing from thin air with that hissing mask, she figured she might as well try her hand with this place. It was much more foreboding, screamed so much more danger, but she was a curious creature and it was hard to keep her entertained with the same thing over and over again. The Labyrinth, at the very least, appeared as though it might have been some kind of wonder at one point. Trees stood tall, blocking out all of the light aside from a miniscule amount, and she was wondered if at one point in time there had been someone that cared for it. There were trails, though some had become overgrown and the more she peered down them, the more she realized that they did indeed lead places. She thought about it some more and realized perhaps this was a maze at some point, and her curiosities lead her a bit astray. She moved back to the entrance, pondering a way to leave breadcrumbs so to speak in order to find her way back; but yet again, the woman came woefully unprepared. The clothes on her back and her wit being the only things she brought. Some kind of madness had to be inside for every time she chose to explore, she had found herself at said place with little preparation. Though with the ominous land before her, she made a mental note to change that. At least all the other places had been bright and welcoming, despite the earthquake that brought Frey to Remi and her, and the fields where she had met Alistair and had a pleasant day. Perhaps this one wouldn’t be as welcoming and with that thought she chided herself, staring with her sapphire pools at the entrance of the maze. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 12-29-2018
RE: i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 12-29-2018 She continued to stare into the darkness, the way the trees swayed with the wind in the littlest of movements. It seemed peaceful, but it also seemed deceiving. And she wasn’t certain entirely where to start. She could, in theory, pick up a sharp rock and mark all the trees, but who’s to say it wouldn’t be dark by the time she realized she should leave? She hadn’t mastered her magic far enough yet to be able to produce a consistent set of lights. Instead, just beautiful fireworks that rained down around her that were utterly helpless against the forces of darkness. Yet Rexanna did manage to hear the thud of boots from behind her, and for a moment she thought it was Alistair playing that surprise game with her. She turned, however, to be surprised at the stranger that looked upon her. Her sapphire gaze slipped to his face, where a charming smile sat as he removed his hood and spoke to her. His warning was met with a gentle chime of a laugh and a skeptical look at his mention of goblins, though if it were truthful, she wouldn’t have known any different. He introduced himself then, and she placed the name to the face and put it into her mind as she offered him a gentle smile in greeting, turning to face him more fully. “[say]I’d say this is a much better view than that forest.[/say]” Her voice was deep with that sultry hint of honey that dripped from the words, a grin sent his direction. “[say]I’m Rexanna.[/say]” She offered in response to his name and asking about hers. She took a quick glance back to the labyrinth before turning her head back to him and raising an eyebrow. “[say]Looks like a place long ago that was well groomed. Perhaps a lovers maze of sorts?[/say]” She purred, a grin forming along her face, completely unafraid of his appearance. She had been dealt worse cards and lived, and so far she was counting on that if Kalt had any ill intent. It didn’t seem like he did, but none could be so sure. She glanced back at it, curiously. “[say]Want to give it a go?[/say]” She questioned, half to him, half to herself as if she wasn’t sure just yet how they’d get back out. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 12-29-2018
RE: i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 12-29-2018 As Kalt said her name, the rumble of his voice caught her attention. He spoke of its earthiness and she flashed a grin to him in response. “[say]It means royal grace, if you were curious.[/say]” Her sultry voice added in as she flashed him a wink. It wasn’t until she was eighteen years old that she learned of the meaning of her name — having kept it as a secret from her for so long. Despite her royal blood, having a servant family would make that name stick out for anyone who understood the true meaning. It would have been considered overreaching of the family had she been a normal child. But Rexanna wasn’t; she was a daughter of a queen and the daughter of a warrior, and no matter how much the king of the land hoped she’d parish at the hands of her husband, she was here and alive, and thriving with it. But Kalt didn’t need to know that. In fact, only a few people knew of the history with her. And Frey had made it clear to her that only those she chose would know, removing her brand that had marked her as a traitor, as a property of the crown and her husband. No longer did she have to hide the mark or try to explain; it made it far easier to live that way. The only downside thus far was the purring of her voice with any words she said. She made it work, however, and it didn’t seem like Kalt minded it much. Instead, he seemed to go along with it which was a breath of relief for Rexanna. He began to speak again, and she offered him a charming smile as he extended his arm and she took it gently, cocking her head to him. “[say]You may.[/say]” She purred to him, her deep blue gaze lingering on him for a moment before looking back at the entrance of the maze, wondering what could happen — what would happen. For a moment she pondered the possibilities, eyeing the sky to see where the sun sat in the sky though it was hard to do with the way the trees blocked it almost entirely out. “[say]How do you suggest we find our way out?[/say]” She asked, her voice never faltering in its flirtatious tone, as if it wouldn’t be a big deal to her should she have to spend the next foreseeable day or two with him before managing to find their way out. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 12-31-2018
RE: i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 12-31-2018 At her question, she looked over to him while they walked to see him tap his temple and explain about his memory. “[say]Hmm.[/say]” She began, tilting her head in curiosity to him. “[say]I’m impressed, though I’ll be honest in saying I’m very pleased I don’t have that.[/say]” She breathlessly laughed to him. “[say]But it’ll certainly help.[/say]” She winked. While yes, it would certainly help with remembering the way out of the maze, she couldn’t bear to think of what it would be like for her if she too had that kind of memory. There were parts of her life she had blocked out permanently, in the hopes that she’d never have to think of it again. There were some parts, however, that remained in small fractions – the beatings, the branding, the arguments, though never truly in depth. It was something she was thankful for, for a mind that knew how to care for her even if it consistently tried to punish her for her decisions. That was the reprieve that Frey had given her; their conversation having quieted the self-destructive part of her mind and allowed her to live and thrive as she would have without all her experiences. She was learning how to live that life now, even if she could only flirt. Her attention was dragged back to Kalt as he spoke of the stories surrounding this place, and her shoulders shrugged while she shook her head. She couldn’t tell him, couldn’t form the words correctly that would say how new she was here and how she had just found out about the bubble surrounding the place – though how could she? Nobody she had talked to had mentioned anything about it until Kaladin, and her adventures hadn’t gleaned anything in that regard – instead it had brought her to Frey and not long later, having her voice changed. “[say]Terrifying things, I hope. I’m in the mood for some fun.[/say]” She finally managed to say, offering him a roguish grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows. Sure, Rexanna wasn’t an assassin, she wasn’t even a fighter – but she knew how to save her life, she’d done it time and time again. And in this strange place, she had magic that might frighten someone away though she hadn’t tried it out yet. However, having Kalt here seemed to make it a bit easier in her mind. One more person that seemed quite capable of handling whatever was out there. She’d make a good distraction – she always did. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 01-06-2019
RE: i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 01-07-2019 Kalt made for good company in this strange place. She was certain that she’d get lost in here if she were by herself – she probably wouldn’t have even gathered the nerve to go this deep into it and turned around and left for another day, returning with company of someone but she didn’t know who she could ask to come here. Thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about that, and instead listened as she glanced at Kalt catching the mischief in his eyes as he replied to her. She offered him a roguish grin in response before he began his tale while they continued walking. She remained silent throughout it all, having nothing to offer in her cursed voice – so she listened, wondering what parts were true and which were all a lie, but it was quite the story and she found herself interested. She pictured the young man, of the father that resembled much like her king in this narrative and she found herself imagining a different world where she didn’t have to endure what she did, nor having to be placed in a place as strange as this. The tale was soon over, however, as Kalt announced that his story was likely false and she chuckled a sultry sound as she looked to him and his icy eyes. “[say]You do well at being convincing.[/say]” She winked, her voice lingering with the purr though it wasn’t met with her eyes. Instead, she turned her attention to the maze around them, the trees that seemed to go on forever and the bushes that had an odd feeling about them – like if they were to return it wouldn’t look the same. Regardless, she huffed silently before turning back to him. “[say]You aren’t from here either, then, I take it?[/say]” She tilted her head, her brown locks falling over her shoulder with the movement. She was curious what his story was, though she wouldn’t accurately be able to explain her own story and how she ended up here. She didn’t need to know everything, but the fact that everyone she had met thus far were foreigners of a sort. She had yet to meet someone that had actually been born in this hellhole aside from Frey – and she wasn’t certain that Frey was made here either. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 01-09-2019
RE: i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 01-12-2019 Her head tilted to look at Kalt while he spoke, noticing the scars but asking nothing of them. She had her own series of scars, she was just lucky enough to have Frey remove the big obstacle. Yet she nodded while she listened, flashing a grin to him as he spoke of being the most infamous assassin. “[say]Exciting[/say]” She purred. It was true, she imagined the life of an assassin to be hard and difficult, yet it intrigued her. Perhaps in that part of her that was quick on her feet, a spy of sorts in the networking of her castle before she got thrown to the wolves. He continued to speak, though, explaining the situation of Northwind in a way that made Rexanna reminisce about her own home. He spoke of Northaven then, of portals from the one place to another that reminded her of some far off distant land that she had experienced – yet not; that other worldly side of her that had loved and cherished, birthed children, and fought for them in another life. It was how she knew, yet didn’t know, Deimos. A man she had admired yet had died in that other world, other place. How many others were there like that, that could remember the other lives lived before living them? Still, she nodded to him and listened, having no idea of who else had arrived from Northaven. Alistair hadn’t told her the name of the land he was from, and she didn’t mention it. Yet Kalt turned his attention to her, and to her story, making a play on her name that caused a roguish grin to form on her lips. Clearing her throat, she lifted her chin and her eyes seemed to glaze as if she were remembering everything vividly. “[say]I grew up a servant in a castle to the King of Halyven.[/say]” She began, the purr in her voice probably lead to a different idea that Kalt might have. “[say]Turns out, I was the daughter of the queen in a very long and intimate affair. The king said he kept me a servant for my protection, but the place I grew up in was war torn too.[/say]” She paused, glancing over to him to see his reactions. “[say]He sold me like a whore to the prince of another land to make relations easier, saying I was his daughter all along but hidden for my protection. I was there to create a child of both nations.[/say]” She shrugged lightly. “[say]Things were good at first, but the truth got out. I was bound and branded by my husband, managed to escape eventually. The last few years of my life I’ve been sleeping with all the bounty hunters and guards that have come after me to keep from being captured. The men of Asciend preferred sex over money from their royalty.[/say]” A light laugh. “[say]Then I fell through a wall here.[/say]” Her voice was soft but retained that sultry tone. Her hand lifted to gesture to the collarbone just barely jutting out over the shirt despite the fact clear skin remained. “[say]The sexiest god I've ever met removed my brand but altered my voice. I’m only allowed to flirt now it seems.[/say]” She offered with a slight grin and a wink. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 01-19-2019
RE: i think we're haunted - Rexanna - 01-19-2019 Kalt was quiet while he listened to her story, and she appreciated the ability to be able to say it at all – even if it came out strange and contorted. Nobody would really speak flirtatiously about being tortured, but yet here Rexanna was. At least the woman had a good explanation for it. And as the explanation came out, she looked to Kalt as he spoke and pinched the bridge of his nose. She laughed a charming laugh before reaching her hand up to plant a playful pat on his shoulder. “[say]I would’ve flirted with you regardless.[/say]” She offered with a wink and another charming laugh. She had zero idea what kind of place this was, where Kalt had fit into it all aside from falling into it as well. Had he been as lost as she? Or not at all, having come with people he knew from Northaven? Still, she found her gaze lingering on him for a moment before looking back to the labyrinth and the looming trees around them – the light playing a fickle kind of shadow against the paleness of her skin, shadowing her eyes slightly while they walked. She didn’t look at him again when he spoke, a half smile crossing her features. “[say]I hope so.[/say]” She offered quietly, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “[say]But I think I might take it slow for a bit. Test out all the options.[/say]” She added, glancing to him from the side with a light chuckle. She thought of Alistair and what they were and weren’t to one another – how he had been willing to offer her whatever she wanted, but Rexanna was in a place where she didn’t know what it was she wanted. She was content to be his friend with a few added perks. But she wanted to be sure that Alistair had known she planned on spending time with others as well. Luckily for her he wasn’t upset and seemed to understand. But for the future, she wasn’t sure where that left her. RE: i think we're haunted - Kalt - 01-30-2019
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