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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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[lord_wizard]

[Her calm goes a long way helping him focus on what she's saying instead of rapid beating in his chest. In a way it's like meditation, though it's not an exercise he's even tried to undertake under any kind of duress. The thought that perhaps he should try practicing that only makes the somewhat hysterical laughter bubble up again.

Better to not think about that too much. He turns his mind to counting. The process is methodical and slow and he loses track of it once or twice before he starts to re-center himself]

Why...are you...doing this?

[He still can't quite look at her face, but that mystery is just another thing he can focus on that isn't his body's traitorous reactions

[noprophecies]

[she watches him closely, counting along in her head, more out of habit. It always amused her in a distant way, that even if she refuses to call herself a healer, she still acts like one. Recalling knowledge long since buried and covered in dust. With strangers, no less.

The healer she trained under in her youth would be proud, if he was still alive.

His question makes her hum, faintly amused, and she shrugs a shoulder in answer]

Would you rather me stand here and watch you struggle to breathe?

[lord_wizard]

[He stands a little straighter, giving her a sideways glance as he pushes his hair out of his face.]

You did not have to stay at all. I might not have...

[He pauses to take in a few more breaths as the panic subsides slowly. He feels marginally better, though more shaky that he'd readily admit to.]

[noprophecies]

I was here first, you know.

[and - yes, she could have left regardless, but that meant diving back into the crowd and she wasn't about to do that just yet. She raises an eyebrow at him]

I saw no reason to leave.

[lord_wizard]

[He fusses with his clothing and hair a bit more, half pretending that he doesn't notice that expression. He looks past their mutual shelter towards the bright day and the people still moving about as if nothing at all amiss was happening.]

You aren't from this planet?

[Outside of general appearances, it seems unlikely to meet the one native who has little desire for the casual intimacy these people displayed.]

[noprophecies]

[a little dryly, but amused] Do I seem that friendly to you?

[if only she belonged to this planet, though. She was enjoying it, past the friendly people and odd effect. It was a shame that she knew they would be leaving sooner or later]

No, I am part of the - Fleet? I believe that is the word.

[lord_wizard]

[His face in response to her first question is both sarcastic and wryly appreciative.

After one more steadying breath he pushes away from the wall]

It is one word, and hardly the most colorful, but...yes.

[noprophecies]

Ohh? And how would you put it more colorfully, sir?

[she certainly has her choice words, but she tries not to be entirely rude on first meetings.

Tries, anyway]

[lord_wizard]

I general leave the colorful words to people other than myself [And he'd stricken most of them from his vocabulary years ago], but, purgatory might suffice. Or perhaps, the ludicrous menagerie to which we are all confined?

[noprophecies]

I do not know what purgatory is. [but it sounds vaguely familiar, she just doesn't remember if it's from her world or another's] But a ludicrous menagerie still sounds a bit too polite of a way to describe it.

Mm, perhaps . . . [she makes a show of tapping her chin thoughtfully] I would say a bloody hellhole, but I am fond of the stop we're on - no offense, of course - so perhaps a shite situation instead? With cowards at the helm.

[lord_wizard]

[He smiles sharply at her invective.] I find your metaphors mixed but not entirely inaccurate. Buy why do you call them cowards?

[noprophecies]

My apologies, metaphors are not a strong point of mine.

But they do not show themselves in person, yes? [or at all; she hasn't heard much about the Atroma speaking to them in general, let alone lately] And if they do they hide behind their technology? It is cowardly. But perhaps I am merely used to people like those not being afraid to flaunt their powers in person.

[lord_wizard]

The supposition being that they can. Perhaps they don't exist in any form we can perceive. Their ambassadors...the hosts...might be the only way they can communicate at all. But that's far more flagrant supposition on my part.

[He laughs again, though it still feel shaky at the edge. Numb. He finds it easier to keep talking.] But you didn't ask for a debate. Or to have your hiding place intruded on. I apologize.

[noprophecies]

Supposition is still more than I have on my own. I've not been here long enough to really understand it all.

[she tilts her head, but she finds herself smiling a little. She waves a hand dismissively] There is no need, and it is a big enough hiding spot that I can share.

May I ask your name?

[lord_wizard]

[He pauses, shifting his gaze away for a moment as he considers lying, but what good would it do him in the long run, even if he could think of something else?

Resolutely, he straightens his back and nods.]

Felix. Felix Harrowgate. And yourself?

[He doesn't offer a hand, but hopefully it's understood between them at this point that touching is something both of them would prefer to avoid on this planet]

[noprophecies]

[she would normally offer a hand as well, but after his reaction, well. She'll be avoiding that. Instead she inclines her head politely]

Aurae Le Paulmier, but I go by Tempest. Well met, Felix.

[she's been getting better at giving her real name]

[lord_wizard]

[He huffs] Not as well as I would have preferred.

[noprophecies]

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