THE PLANET MINGLE

[princessia]

Who: EVERYONE!
Broadcast: Maybe, if you want?!
Action: The Planet
When: From May 11th until the end of the month

[ Willing to venture away from the casinos and investigate the nearby green planet? Here's your chance, now that it's in range!

THIS IS A MINGLE. GET HERE. ]

[ Make your own prompts, explore the planet, spend a night there, piss it off by taking its plants, whatever! MAY STAR SYSTEM OOC POST for your reference on getting through the orbit, what's on the planet, etc.! ]

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[killedwithlove]

But you're hurting. I want to help you.

[He still doesn't come any closer. He's very non-threatening.]

Things are easier when you let people help. You don't have to be alone.

[deshabille]

[But she has to think about how this would look. She has to keep up appearances. She has to--]

[You're being an idiot, something says in the back of her head, and she can't tell if it's Polly or Cassandra.]

What can you do?

[killedwithlove]

[He offers a hand out. Still not getting closer.]

I don't know yet. But at the very least, I can be here with you. I bleed, but I don't really have blood. I can help protect you. And I can tell you about Cassandra.

[Distraction from it all.]

[deshabille]

[It's that last that convinces her. She wants to know. She wants to know everything.]

[Hesitantly, she steps out of the underbrush again. Does not reach out her hand, but doesn't push his away, either, and steps into his arm's reach.]

If I can't hurt you.

[If she can't hurt him, it's probably okay.]

[killedwithlove]

I don't think you can hurt me. I can be somewhere else.

[He can make her forget him, if he has to, but he thinks she's a lot stronger than she thinks she is.]

You want to know about Cassandra. You like her. A lot. I like her too. She's a very good person.

[deshabille]

. . . I like her a lot.

[She's a very good person. Mal relaxes, softens further, her pupils shrinking from their blown appearance.]

Tell me something, then.

[killedwithlove]

You do.

[He takes a moment to think of the things she told him not to say.]

She slayed a dragon once, in a single blow. She leapt on its back and killed it, defending the city of Val Royeaux. Midflight, she jumped to the next one, injured it and flew it into the mage controlling them.

[deshabille]

[A small, almost imperceptible smile.]

She crashed a dragon into another dragon?

[That's Mal's kind of woman.]

[killedwithlove]

Yes.

[He's seen it in the fears and wonder of Val Royeaux.]

When Cadash wanted to go dragon hunting, she made Cassandra come along, because she had experience and no one else did.

[deshabille]

I've never been dragon hunting.

[She wants to go, now.]

Who is Cadash?

[killedwithlove]

Cadash was my Inquisitor. Nadezhda Cadash. She was a dwarf.

She wouldn't take dragon hunting. She said I didn't have the sense to be trusted hunting dragons.

[He keeps talking, distracting her, pulling her into his words rather than the horror the world invoked.]

[deshabille]

[She takes another step closer, cocking her head.]

Why didn't you have the sense? What's missing?

[What makes him different from other people? She can sense it, but she can't understand it.]

[killedwithlove]

I don't know. I didn't understand when she said it either. "Cole, you don't have the sense their Maker should've given you, you're not coming hunting dragons, you'll just get yourself stepped on or fried."

[When he quotes her, his voice is lighter, feminine, accented and slightly rough around the edges.]

[deshabille]

[She cracks a smile, soft and curious.]

You seem sensible enough to me.

[Yes, tracking down a dangerous vampire in a hungry forest is highly sensible indeed.]

[killedwithlove]

Do I? I can't judge these things. I don't really understand them.

[deshabille]

I do.

[She makes a living out of understanding them. Has to understand them, sometimes, or she thinks she'll die.]

Admittedly, we've only just met and I'm half out of my mind at the moment. But you do.

[killedwithlove]

Can you make a good decision if you're half out of your mind?

[He drifts slightly closer, almost steaming or wisping at the edges where the shadows cling to him.]

[deshabille]

[She notices, but thinks she must be imagining it. She's imagined almost everything else that's happened this evening.]

Only by accident, I think.

[killedwithlove]

Then maybe I'm not very sensible.

Could we go back to the mesa? I don't want to have to hurt anything else down here to protect us.

[deshabille]

[In the dark, she cringes - would flush if she could, bloodless as she is.]

Of course. I'll - follow you.

[She doesn't know where she is anymore, too turned around to be able to find her way back.]

[killedwithlove]

[He offers out a thin, pale hand to her.]

I can stop them noticing us. And we won't be separated.

[deshabille]

[After only a moment's hesitation, she reaches out and takes it. Her own hand is cool to the touch, cooler than a human being's would be.]

As long as it doesn't put you in danger.

[As long as she doesn't hurt anybody else, she'll be all right.]

[killedwithlove]

[His is cool too, slightly warmer than hers, but still below what it should be.]

Staying here is more dangerous.

[He concentrates, walks slowly while holding her hand because it takes effort to keep them clouded from everything out there.]

[deshabille]

[She is willing to walk as slowly as he needs to in order to stay safe. In the dark of the forest, she is able to pick out most of the roots they almost trip over and guide them away from them in time.]

[For a while she is silent. Then she finds the words she was looking for.]

Is she safe? Cassandra.

[killedwithlove]

She would be safer if she wasn't down here. She didn't want to leave you.

[He speaks the same, thought he remains focused on keeping them hidden.]