REXANNA
She is already moving towards the door, and gently disengages Adam’s hand from her sleeve so he doesn’t interfere if she needs to fight. Besides, she’d much rather let him get the door open for them both while she keeps an eye on the strange creature as it approaches. She didn’t come looking for a fight, but the Penumbra won’t hesitate to defend herself or her friend if she needs to.
Except the door isn’t opening. She can hear him rattling the handle, but the door isn’t even wiggling in its frame. “Try harder.” She keeps her voice calm, but there is a note of command in it. Even if the watery child is friendly it won’t do them any good if the door stays locked. Locked doors never mean anything good in her experience, and she feels a little frisson of fear race up her spine, not at the maybe-monster but at being trapped, even with all her strength and abilities that make her so deadly.
The song is creepy enough to give even an Ascended chills, and she flexes her hand, wondering if it’s time for a warning firework. In another place, or in another life, she might have recognized the voice but here and now she only frowns uncertainly, caught by the hurt and confusion in the child’s sunken face. “It’s winter.” She keeps her voice calm and gentle through an act of will, disturbed by the girl’s soaking wet appearance. Someone needs to keep her busy while Adam works on the door, though. “Are you all alone here?”
Except the door isn’t opening. She can hear him rattling the handle, but the door isn’t even wiggling in its frame. “Try harder.” She keeps her voice calm, but there is a note of command in it. Even if the watery child is friendly it won’t do them any good if the door stays locked. Locked doors never mean anything good in her experience, and she feels a little frisson of fear race up her spine, not at the maybe-monster but at being trapped, even with all her strength and abilities that make her so deadly.
The song is creepy enough to give even an Ascended chills, and she flexes her hand, wondering if it’s time for a warning firework. In another place, or in another life, she might have recognized the voice but here and now she only frowns uncertainly, caught by the hurt and confusion in the child’s sunken face. “It’s winter.” She keeps her voice calm and gentle through an act of will, disturbed by the girl’s soaking wet appearance. Someone needs to keep her busy while Adam works on the door, though. “Are you all alone here?”
