[ME] just the way of things

Despite her cheeky, rather dramatic entrance, Wessex isn’t smiling. She rarely smiles - but that isn’t the point. This isn’t a joke. This thing they’re talking about, it’s life and death - literally. Wessex was stupid and died, and now she has a second chance to be alive again. And after about 24 hours of thinking, she’d come to the conclusion that something or someone wanted her alive. The answer to ‘for what?’ hasn’t come to her yet, and it might never, but she’s going to be smarter about this whole living thing from here on out. Not nicer (before some you get ahead of yourselves), just smarter. That means working together even when she’d much rather shove some of the Outlanders into the Spire Monster’s open jaws. “I am,” she says to Kalt, meeting his questioning gaze with a frank, almost vulnerable one of her own. “And I don’t know how I came back, I don’t remember much of anything beyond being torn to pieces.” She pauses and looks down at her hands and then holds them out in front of her. “But I came back with some new toys, so this is… deliberate.” Edy’s voice pipes up, and Wessex turns to search for her in the crowd, and when she finds the girl, offers a wink and then a shrug turns back to the group. Before she can continue, Rory’s voice cuts through, angry and loaded. The blonde woman simply spares him a leveling glance before continuing. “It’s not a joke. She -” a jerk of her head towards Edrei - “saw me die. Fluid everywhere. Limbs scattered, eaten maybe - I felt the loss of every one. That’s not the point. The point is that it took a bit to wear me down - there’s strategy in Ascended’s perks. I think I heard some mention of fire magic? There’s strategy in that too. In numbers and sequence of attack types.” Wessex pauses and flexes her arm muscles, pulling the talons back in. “Train and learn to work together, which I will tell you now, I’m fucking terrible at - and we’ll be ready for a much more successful attack in Flowerbirth.” Well. That didn’t go like it normally does. In all her thirty-eight years, Wessex has rarely been a team player; death must really have changed (some) part of her. She looks for Rory again, as if to say, satisfied? WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm