Don't Leave Home

[apassingafternoon]

The day before Claude had shown up at the doorstep Nariko had been something of a mess. It was true that she had always been a mess, had been since her grandmother died, since the feeling of being abandoned had begun to eat away at her in a manner that Kaine couldn't do anything about. After all, Nariko didn't feel abandoned by her best friend, and Nariko wasn't here to confirm what was happening. In a sense Kaine didn't need it. They'd had an extra day, she had the morning with Bert to let him sleep in a little while before people came looking for him and he needed to be woken up. She took her place just behind, beside him, and tried to do her best.

But that feeling of being a mess, of something bad coming this way had been unbearable. It had forced her to make sure that Yonah was fed, all of her things were gathered up into one big bag and ... She found somewhere to hide her. It was off in lower town with Eunyce, Kaine had argued with her often but in this they seemed to be of the same mind. If something terrible happened Eunyce would take the baby back and run to Arcadia, if everything panned out Eunyce would come back with Yonah and they would figure out some way to move forward. Of course the younger cousin hadn't enjoyed the idea of leaving her family alone on the battlefield, especially with her skills, Eunyce had agreed. Though Kaine didn't feel right saying it out loud they both knew that baby was important to the one person they had in common. She was worth protecting above all else.

As the beating started up Kaine found herself relieved that soon Eunyce would be gone with baby Yonah who, despite how much she tried to avoid it, instantly reminded her of Nariko.

Kaine didn't know these people, didn't know Farson, the history, the need to fight this until the last instant.

She knew she wanted to live above everything else, and that she needed to find Bert.

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[askthelookout]

"The woman? Kaine..." Cuthbert rolled himself out of bed, looking back at Alain, then at the woman in front of him, then back at Alain again. When he turned back to the woman, it was after he'd taken a deep breath and calmed himself down a little.

"He's Alain. I'm Cuthbert. Both of Gilead, though after today, I can't believe there's much of Gilead left." He felt a little better when he'd retrieved his guns and slingshot, buckling them back onto his hips. "And now you have the advantage of as both, so I cry you, tell me where is seven hells this is, if not the Clearing? Are we dead, or not?"

[apassingafternoon]

Trish was suddenly grateful that they hardly saw anyone from the outside, though maybe not all of them were so easily confused. Granted, it all made much more sense when he asked if he was dead or not. "Dead individuals do show up here, but I'd say neither of you fit the bill. The dead bleed black and feel cold, after all."

With that out of the way she freed her hands from the busy work and waved one in a simple, unambitious greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Cuthbert. You're in the Forest Town called Mystic, East of Arpagio. The woman seemed quite familiar with this place when she wasn't cursing up a storm and crying, said she was 'home', but I don't think I've ever seen a person so upset to return home."

[askthelookout]

So this was the world Kaine was from. Cuthbert wondered at it, but how they'd got there, what it meant, what had happened... all that was subsumed by the much more important question.

"Where is she now?" As he spoke, Cuthbert was taking stock of himself. His leg still ached a little, but it wasn't broken any more, or even splinted. That was a wonder, but mostly just a relief. His ribs, likewise, didn't hurt as they had, and none of the injuries he'd borne in the fight, even the minor ones, remained. All that was left was a dull, pulsing ache in his head. He could live with that.

He could, apparently, live.

[apassingafternoon]

"Couldn't say. Elder Johnson threw her out when we all found you." She said this amicably, as if it was perfectly normal to pick and choose who might receive help. "That was only an hour ago, probably didn't get far if you're set on catching her." But Trish's feelings on the matter were broadcasted clear as day: That Cuthbert might go after her just seemed plain wrong.

"You really should be careful, though, her kind are dangerous. I know she looks normal, but that's only a trick."

[atouchofka]

"We've seen how dangerous she can be, thankee-sai." Alain's voice was low and still muffled by sleep. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he put his hand to his head and cracked one eye open. He looked less baffled than Bert, but still thoroughly surprised, and it was written clearly on his broad features. He hadn't expected this. Many things, but not this. He hadn't expected to wake up at all, and he certainly hadn't expected it to be in the same place as Bert. That wasn't what he'd thought the spell would do.

But Bert was alive, and the clinging dread of ka-shume was gone. All that was left now was the tired, aching kind of grief that was starting to set in as he realised, slowly, that Jamie was dead and Gilead lost. That explained why, when he finally opened his eyes properly, there were tears in them, and his voice was husky.

"Bert. She needs you. And then we need to go and find Roland." He swallowed, his throat tight, his mouth dry. "That's why I sent you here, after all."

[apassingafternoon]

"Then you should know to stay away. Bad enough to deal with Spectres at all, worse to know that a halfling exists." The word abomination practically begged to be spoken off of her tongue but she held it back. No matter how much sense it made it was clear enough to Trish that they were determined, that they'd go after that woman. "I'm sorry but you can't bring her back here, and Elder Johnson won't take to letting you stay very long if he finds that you are friends with her."

Another unspoken but still well meant warning, as if dissuading them from being friends with her would be so easy and simple.

Regardless of Trish and her words the very book that brought them to a new world pulsed with recognition and warmth. It disappeared from its place on the bedside table, and dropped near Alain, missing his head by a little half inch.

[askthelookout]

"I don't think we planned to stay very long anyroad, thankee." Bert's voice had cooled noticeably, and there was a hard determination in his eyes, but he nodded to her with at least a veneer of courtesy, turning to Alain. "What do you mean, you sent me here? It's your fault we're here?"

[atouchofka]

"Maybe you'd rather I'd let her destroy everything?" There was an acerbic edge to Alain's voice, which was perhaps unsurprising, given the situation. Sitting up, he reached over with some caution to pick up Maggie's book, only a little surprised to find it there. "She would have died, and so would you, Bert. Along with the rest of us. I figured sending her home might save her, and us from her. And someone had to tell Roland what happened." He rubbed the side of his head again, leaving his blonde hair in short, dirty spikes. "My being here wasn't part of the plan, I'll admit. I guess ka had its own ideas." Then, with a little frown, "Ka or this book."

Rubbing his eyes, he swung his legs down off the side of the bed, giving Trish an apologetic little smile. "You'll have to forgive us, sai. We've had a... trying day. Bert, if I were you, I'd move to catch up to sai Kaine before she gets too far. I'll find out what I can about this place." He winced a little. "Once my head stops feeling quite so like to explode like a rotten shell."

[apassingafternoon]

"It's nothing to me." And it really wasn't. Watching them was a lot like observing a new kind of animal, though it did visibly distress her to know that they wouldn't be around for too long. "I doubt you should be moving much at all, really, if you need to know anything you're free to know it from me. We aren't a big place, the knowledge would be the same."

To Bert she tilted her head at the little arched door, made up mismatched wood and a bright, silver knob. "We've only one way out and in to our Mystic, from there it's a straight shot. With the weather being as it is I doubt she's made it far." It still seemed foolish for him to go at all but if anyone knew better than to fight with stubborn men it was certainly Trish.

[atouchofka]

When Bert had thanked her (rather curtly) and left, Alain rubbed his temple gingerly and reached over to retrieve his own guns, buckling them on in silence. Now that he wasn't arguing with Bert, he had fallen back into his usual patterns, taking a while to consider what he said before he said it.

"I fear I slept through the part of the conversation where you told us your name," he said at last, sounding genuinely apologetic. "But whoever you may be, sai, thankee for your hospitality. I hope we haven't imposed."

[apassingafternoon]

"Not at all, and you shouldn't fault yourself for my bad manners. Trish Johnson is my name, the town Elder's daughter, as you might have surmised. We hardly see drop ins of our own but most everyone here is kind." Most.

Setting her busy work aside Trish finally stood. Her small, petite frame didn't take up much of the little home but her presence was unavoidable all the same. Very gently and cautiously she laid a hand on Alain's shoulder. "You should rest, you and your brother-folk, the weather won't clear any faster, and Arpagio won't be up and move itself."

[atouchofka]

"I can see you've never tried to make Cuthbert rest when he doesn't want to," Alain said, with a tired smile. He looked exhausted, pale and wan, dark circles under his eyes. "As for me, I'll speak you honest, sai Johnson: I'd sooner not sleep, and if I stay still too long in this state, then sleep I will."

And sleep, he thought, would bring bitter dreams with it. He was sensitive, more than most, to the bonds of ka-tet, and losing Jamie had felt like having his heartstrings broken. It still ached, that dull emptiness where Jamie's life should have been. He didn't want to dream, not now.

[apassingafternoon]

"Then do not sleep, but stay in bed." Which he obviously wouldn't do, judging by the weapons he put around his hips. "You talk about Cuthbert as if he is the only stubborn one of your pair." She noted this dully, and looked down at him with muted hazel eyes that were both knowing and mildly exasperated. "There are things that can keep you awake, or things that keep you from dreaming, the body needs what it needs for a reason."

Her eyes slipped over to the book, which seemed intent on keeping itself near Alain like a protective companion. "... Magic like that will wear out the soul if you don't mind it properly."

[atouchofka]

Alain nodded slowly, looking down at the book. "Most magics will, from what I've heard," he said at last, tracing one fingertip over the book's spine. "I kennit, but I thankee for the caution. I'm more frightened of it wearing out my conscience."

Because it had been... exhilarating, when he thought of it. Knowing that he had that kind of power. It made it a great deal easier to see how people like Marten or Rhea came to be as they were, and that frightened him. He'd rather it killed him than led him down that path.

Sighing, he set the book aside, settling back on the bed. "As for stubborn, it's a hard habit to break, and one we've all fallen into of late. But again, thankee."

[apassingafternoon]

She smiled and it was quiet, near secretive. He must have come from a simple land if he thought magic so easily organized. Since that could easily become a long and very spirited discussion Trish kept her lips shut and was grateful that he didn't look ready to jump out the door into the unknown.

"If you'd know something, I'll answer what I can." In the meantime she knelt to the ground and lifted one of the floorboards that, for her people, counted as storage. From it came two sizable mugs, and a jug of water.

[atouchofka]

"I suspect I have more questions than you have time in the day," Alain responded with a little smile, and then fell silent, thinking. That pause also gave him time to push down the tears still threatening to well up, and to pull himself together. But it was hard to think through his pounding headache and dry throat - he felt, in all honesty, as if he had the worst hangover of his life. Even with what he'd said, there was more than a little temptation to crawl back under the covers, bury his head in the pillows, and sleep until it all went away.

Instead, he settled for taking one of the mugs and trying to moisten his throat a little. He felt better for it, and, after a moment, said, "I guess I ought to start with the most important. We're looking for our friend, and his wife. Have you seen them, or heard word of them?" Another sip of water. "I don't doubt you'd know them. Roland is tall and thin, with blue eyes you'd not forget in a hurry, and Nariko small and dark, very beautiful, very sharp. Both would be carrying guns, and maybe injured."

[apassingafternoon]

While the young woman had no way of knowing what Alain felt or went through she was more than willing to offer him all the water and food she had. The latter of which she bent to retrieve after setting the tray off on the bedside table since it was now free of weapons and dangerous books. Up came another tray of wrapped, square pastries that looked like an awkward cross between a biscuit and a chocolate chip cookie.

As he gave those descriptions she paused in mid-lift. "Ah, the rowdy woman, yes, I know of her." Trish's expression once again relayed disapproval, but she answered him clearly. "I'd also say your measurement of beauty is a tad odd, but each man has their tastes." Alright, now she would get on with it. "I can't report that I've seen her myself but Aelious did mention her when he visited this morning. Tinsley Addams also remarked upon seeing a strange man two days ago, but whether it was your Roland? You would have to ask him yourself." Finally she stood and unwrapped the treats for them both. "But it isn't very often we see new comers outside of Arpagio itself so there's a high chance of it."

[atouchofka]

"Thankee-sai." Both for the food and water, and for the information. He felt his heavy heart lift a fraction. He hadn't really thought Roland was dead - he felt sure he would have felt that, even with worlds between them - but it was still a relief to know that Nariko, at least, was here and, if not alive, then at least a reasonable facsimile of it. That was good. Roland had lost too much already, he ought to have at least that much joy.

He considered his next question just as carefully as the first, swilling water around his mouth to try and clear out the acid, dry taste left there, and took the pastry from her with a smile and another "thankee-sai." He wasn't hungry, or at least his hunger was buried under pain and nausea, but he nibbled at the pastry anyway, as much to fill his mouth with another taste as anything else.

"You called Kaine a halfling, earlier. What does that mean, exactly?"

[apassingafternoon]

Trish replaced the boards for good and placed herself back into her chair, and though his question entirely fair it did rid her expression of any immediate positivity.

"This world is probably very different from yours, it's a graveyard of sorts, for one thing. We constantly see fractions of other places arrive, whether those fractions are people, locations, animals, or new trade doesn't matter. Nothing ever remains steady here for very long. So we have many natives but just as many foreigners, so to say. None of us really mind them, of course. And none of us really know what brought the Spectres, either, or what began to change people into them. Some will tell you a very long and involved legend, and many more will tell you that your Nariko and that woman fought that Shadowlord and her concubine themselves, that much is true because we all saw it."

"But no matter what good dead that girl tries to do she's still half a Spectre. It shouldn't be possible but there she is, looks perfectly normal but at the drop of a hat she gains unbelievable strength and if angered enough turns into an unstoppable behemoth. Since she was vey young she could always see who would die and who would become a Spectre." Trish shook her head as if clearing out the doubt in her heart. "I know all of this because she and I were from the same town. Aerie, which Kaine destroyed when she got out of hand. She is something that should not exist and that most everyone here would rather," What was a nice word for it? "Avoid."

[atouchofka]

"Not so long ago, we met the man you call concubine," Alain said thoughtfully. "He summoned those things into our world, and before he died and they faded, they tore apart walls that had stood a thousand years and slew men who had faced demons and ghosts. We have learnt to fear them, never doubt that. Yet I do not fear her." He put his pastry to one side in favour of another mouthful of water, and leant in a little way, meeting her eyes. "I have met monsters, sai Johnson. I have met things that should not exist. And though I've seen what she can become, I stand by it; sai Kaine is not such a creature." He shrugged, just slightly, and closed his eyes. The light was making his head ache all the worse. "Until the very last, until it overtook her, she fought for us. If any of Gilead's folken survive, it will be down to her. I'm not blind to the poison she carries in her, but I do wonder if you may be blind to her humanity."

[apassingafternoon]

Even with just one glow light to cover the entirety of her humble abode Trish's dark color was very easily seen on olive toned skin.

"If she's done you good then I can hardly flaunt you for your ideas but I watched her decimate whole families in rage. There are whole native lineages wiped off this land because of her. I've the decency to be scared of something that shows such outright hate to anyone that crosses her, if she has humanity than I have never witnessed it."

[atouchofka]

Alain considered this for a moment, then shrugged, setting his mug aside. "I'm sorry for your loss. And I won't pry further," he assured her, then added quietly, "but I'd advise against saying such things to Bert." This whole situation was enough of a mess, without him having to break up a fight. And, while he was a good man in many ways, Cuthbert didn't have a fraction of Alain's patience.

And it was patience, not trust. The hairs on the back of Alain's neck were prickling; he didn't think Trish was about to attack either him or Bert, but he didn't think she could be trusted, either. He didn't need the Touch to tell him that.

"You seem to know a lot about magics," he said eventually, and gestured to the book in his lap by way of illustration - she'd talked about it sapping his soul with a great air of knowledge. "Are such things common here?"

[apassingafternoon]

"Here, yes, everywhere else? It varies. We live in nature, and all magic comes from nature in one form another. Human emotion and intent, or the living things around us." As such to Trish and most everyone in Mystic magic was not an inherently terrible thing but people could be bad and so their magic would be, too.

"If all else fail we, in this town, are very good at assessing unnatural things such as that book, not that said items are particularly commonplace by any means. Even Wrathion doesn't turn up a rarity such as thought." She stared at it long and hard, and then added slowly, "It does seem quite fond of you, Alain-sir. You might not ever be entirely rid of it, or the person who it is originally meant for."

[atouchofka]

Alain gave this due consideration, looking down at the book. On one level, it made his skin crawl. He wasn't a wizard, but a gunslinger; magic wasn't what he was built for. And yet it had saved them, probably saved Roland and Nariko too for that matter. Could Prim-magic be turned to the White? Was this of the Prim at all? It was all a tangled knot of riddles.

Alain Johns had always had a flair for riddles.

Turning his face back up to Trish, he gave her a rather thin little smile. "Then at least it's more loyal than some magic I've known," he said eventually, and put the book aside again. "I guess I've got some reading to do."

[apassingafternoon]

She misunderstood his smile entirely and smiled right back, the brightness in it was disproportionate to the situation they were in. "Suppose you do! But, if anything, it might help to do so with a clearer mind and a rested body. Less likely to end up in another world that way. Head magic is finicky that way."

After taking another second to make herself some tea, heating her cup of water with the same magic she cautioned Alain against.

"Do you two aim to go home?"