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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[ Oh, fuck, she's already screwed up explaining this, hasn't she? She laughs a little, eyes still closed. ]

Nah, it's not like that, it's just what people call us. 'Cause of the wings, mostly, I think.

It's more--

[ And this is when she makes the mistake of actually looking at him.

The thing is, her family? All Archangels. What that get with that package is the compulsion to hunt and kill monsters and (particularly) demons. She? She might act like an archangel more often than she doesn't, but she's not. She's a Guardian, and what that means is...

Well.

She protects someone. She thought she'd be okay - the augment would fuck with it, or it had to be in her universe, or even "there's not enough people on the fleet there's NO WAY one of them would be right". And it couldn't be anyone she's already met, because it's supposed to happen right when you meet them. And anyway, most Guardians don't bond with anyone for at least a couple decades after their wings come in. It hasn't even been two years for her. She was off scott free, for the time being.

Except the minute she looks over and meets Manolo's eyes, it's like an electric jolt through her brain, and she just knows. She knows that he's the one, and she can already feel him on the edges of senses she never knew she had, and it is so unfair because of course the augment would fuck with whatever magic made Guardians tick, but only until her wings came out and upped the magic running through her.

The slightly stunned and horrified expression on her face, and the sudden silence while this all processes, is probably not the most comforting thing in the world. Whoops? ]

Fuck. Fuuuuuck fuck fuck, NO. I refuse. No.

[This is a rather sudden sudden turn for her, and the worry is instantly there. He glances around him, trying to find what could possibly be making her so panicked. ]

Tay? What's wrong?

[ "Panic" is a genteel and probably kind way of describing her little meltdown. "pissed and cussing up a storm" is what she'd've gone with. ]

I. Hate. The universe. It finds ways to fuck with me no matter where I am! Get my wings in, end up being the exact wrong kinda angel for my stupid fucked up family, get dragged here, and NOW my stupid fucking calling decides to kick in?

[ She shoves herself to her feet with a wordless sort of rage-scream, and kicks the nearest tree.

With her heel, so she won't break any toes. The tree survives, but only because it is a large tree. ]

FUCK!

[ Okay. Breathe. Her wings are mantled and puffed up and she looks like she wants to punch something, which is what Tay does instead of crying when she's frustrated and scared and upset.

Breathe.

Manolo doesn't understand what she's talking about. ]

Sorry. [ she doesn't sound very sorry, but to be fair, she's forcing herself to calm down. ] I just-- You're fine. Everything's fucking fine.

[He stands, really worried now. Kicking a tree is never a good sign, and nothing about this is ok. Something is very, very wrong, and he really doesn't understand what she's talking about at all. ]

I hate to break it to you, but you don't look fine.

[ Tay huffs and crosses her arms ]

I'm a Guardian, right? We all have a calling, it's this magic... compulsion thingy to do certain types of things. Some angels hunt monsters, some heal, some collect information and knowledge.

Guardians guard one person. They like... bond to them, and then they're bound to that person pretty much until that person dies, and they can feel where they are and if the person's in danger and shit.

Only it's supposed to happen the first time you see someone, not fucking now.

[ She punctuates the last word with another kick at the tree.

Sorry, tree. ]

So you're a guardian angel, and you're...angry about that?

[His life might have got considerably weirder lately, but for the most part it has been pretty mundane. He has no way of preparing for anything like this. After a moment, he catches on, and his eyes widen. ]

Wait. Me?

[ And then, because she is 17 and sometimes overly melodramatic, Tay turns and flumps face-first onto the grass, her wings just kind of... sprawled awkwardly out. That is a lot of wing ]

[ muffled by ground ] I hate. Everything.

Edited 2015-03-23 22:57 (UTC)

[Manolo's not much older, but he's never really been given the chance to do the usual teenage moody thing, so it's not on his list of usual reactions. What he is concerned about is how much this is distressing her. ]

Well, is there anything I can do to make it go away for you?

[ She sighs, stretches her wings, folds them back into the weird magical hammerspace in her back, and rolls over onto her back.

Okay. She can handle this. She's a fuckin' Barnam, she can handle anything. And hissy fits, while cathartic, are completely useless in every other way. ]

No. It's okay, I'm just-- Most Guardians don't bond with anyone until they're like 40 or so. Late 20s is really early. I'm seventeen, y'know? I thought I had a couple decades before I had to deal with this.

Honestly, I'm not sure how to deal with it myself. I mean...am I supposed to do anything?

[ dryly ] Aside from not die?

Um... well if I'm too far away from you it causes actual pain. Like, being up on the fleet on different ships I guess probably shouldn't be an issue, but if you're planetside, I need to be planetside, and visa versa. Which shouldn't be too hard, I can just shuttle you around myself, I'm a pilot.

[ Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this is not something she's used to thinking about. She's not even sure she actually knows all the weird tetchy Guardian things that go on when you're bonded, it's not like she got much information on that when she was a kid. ]

Also I'll know if you're in danger or anything, and my job is to, y'know, protect you if you are. So don't argue with me or anything because i'll knock you out and carry you back to my shuttle if I have to. For the record.

But, you know. I'm not super sure about the rest of it, I guess I'll... let you know if something's screwed up or whatever?

[The not dying comment gets a sheepish smile and a shrug. IT WAS ONE TIME, TAY, ONCE. Still, he listens, quietly a soft frown on his face.]

But I don't want anyone risking their lives for me. It's not fair to expect that of you.

[ She shrugs ]

Take it up with God, then, 'cause you dying could potentially kill me, too. Which is great, right?

Anyway, if it's all the same to you, if it comes down to it? I'd rather risk my life doing my job than staying "safe".

[Yeah, he'll just add it to the list of ten billion other things he needs to yell at God about. He exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Okay, okay. I don't like it, but I guess we can't really do anything about it.

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