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Undetectable / Re: OOC: Images
« on: June 02, 2020, 07:09:40 PM »
Just some silliness to keep the folder open. ;D


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Undetectable / Re: OOC: Comments & Questions
« on: December 03, 2019, 08:17:46 PM »
Just some silliness to keep the folder going. Hoping to get back to this soonish!




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Undetectable / Re: OOC: Comments & Questions
« on: August 01, 2018, 05:27:38 PM »
We're still around! We will be back!

For now, here's Jake wondering what's wrong with his pink shirt from The Losers.


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Undetectable / Re: OOC: Comments & Questions
« on: April 01, 2018, 01:52:35 PM »
Just a little something silly to keep the folder going :lol: ...

https://youtu.be/tK2DrddIvys

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Undetectable / Re: Promises in the Dark
« on: February 15, 2015, 10:13:42 PM »
She couldn't help but smile into that kiss, even giggling a little as she drew back from it. "Even though I am a thief and not very reliable when it comes to the contents of my bag?" she asked him in a cheeky tone, the tip of her nose brushing his intimately as they lingered together.

   "I don't care about any of that," he assured her, tucking her against him again, content for now to just stay close. "I'm not exactly guiltless, you know," he reminded her, though he didn't go into details about that. He'd hinted at some tragedy in his past, but had yet to divulge it fully. "There are worse things than being a thief," he said.

   "Only if you revel in them," she said softly. She knew there was something in his past that hurt him deeply, something he had not told her and, indeed, that he might never tell her. But she was firm in her absolute belief that he was a good man, no matter what he may have done in the past. "Jake ... if I were to tell you that I know how to bypass the lock override on our door on the ship ... would that be an interesting thing to know?"

   Of course he didn't revel in them, unless it was when he was defeating bad guys. He was mostly a behind the scenes kind of guy, but he was a trained soldier, too, and he had as much blood on his hands as anyone. "We did a good thing here, Leia. Helping these people," he said, proud of what they'd done, glad that Chief had brought them here. Her question took him by surprise and he arched a brow her way. "Bypass the lock?" he asked, curiously, not quite catching her drift.

   Her smile turned more than a little wicked, a singularly inviting expression when it was turned onto him. "The lock override," she corrected him. "No more having anyone walk in whenever they think we're spending too much time in bed."

   "Oh!" he exclaimed, as what she was implying sunk into his brain. He could have just as easily messed around with the controls, but he was afraid if he fiddled with the over-rides too much, he might mess something else up and he didn't want to piss Chief off. "Are you propositioning me, Miss Camden?"

   "If you mean ... am I asking you to take me back to the ship and help me make the rivets creak, then yes, Captain, I do believe I am," she grinned back to him, easing up onto her feet to draw him up with her. "Unless you would rather find somewhere secluded and make the most of a warm night and beautiful stars."

   "That is tempting," he replied as he rose to his feet, breaking into a grin. "But it's a lot more comfortable in a bed." Where there was a will, there was a way, but Jake wasn't the sort to take it whenever and wherever he could get it. He cared about her too much for that and didn't want to be a selfish jerk. He paused a moment under the stars - the same stars that dotted the sky back home, though from a different perspective. He tucked a hand beneath her hair, around to the back of her neck. "I will love you forever, Leia Camden. Promise."

   Being a little selfish sometimes wasn't always a bad thing, but between them, they still had a few differences to reconcile to fully appreciate the bonding between them. Until then, there would always be that concern that what they were feeling was purely their own, and not an echo of the one they were with. Drawn close against him with the simple tuck of his hand to her neck, Leia leaned into Jake, her hands gentle against his chest. "Amin mela lle, a'maelamin," she promised him, words in her father's tongue that seemed to express so much more than the equivalent in the common speech.

   He wasn't quite sure what she was saying, as  his Elvish wasn't that good yet, but he was pretty sure she was echoing his own promise with one of her own. Maybe it wasn't as official as the vows John and Ailis had exchanged a few hours earlier, but it was just as romantic, just as heartfelt, and just as sincere. Under witness of the stars and whatever powers that be watched over them from afar, Jake sealed those promises with a kiss, as binding as any declaration of marriage and just as tender.

((Short but sweet. Many thanks to my fantabulous partner in crime for this scene. :) ))

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Undetectable / Re: Promises in the Dark
« on: February 15, 2015, 10:12:55 PM »
There was nothing more to say, it seemed, at least not about this. He surrendered to her kiss, trusting her to fulfill this wish of his, as silly as it might seem. He felt a strong tug of homesickness and a strong tie to the family he'd left back home who likely believed him dead. He just couldn't leave them like that, and he needed them to know he was not only safe but happy.

   A scuffling dragging sound drew Leia's attention from Jake briefly, her eyes turning toward the sight of Sloti coming toward them backwards, dragging Rory's pack behind him determinedly. It said a lot for how determined the creature was that he'd managed to move the pack at all - Rory didn't exactly travel light. Leia glanced at Jake, utterly bemused.

   "What is he doing?" Jake asked curiously as he turned his gaze toward the sound of scuffling and the sight of the ferret dragging something their way. "Is that Rory's pack? You better put that back, or he's gonna kill me!" Jake warned the ferret.

   Ignoring him for a moment, Sloti turned his attention to unzipping one of the compartments on the pack, wiggling inside. "What is he doing?" Leia wondered in astonishment. She'd not seen Sloti work anything like this on his own initiative for several years at least. After a moment of scuffling about, the ferret reappeared, pushing a small black velvet covered box in front of him, which found its way onto Jake's boot. Apparently the little creature wanted to be helpful, even if he was being a little thief to do it.

   Jake watched, a little puzzled and almost in a fit of panic, worrying that if Rory caught the little creature, he just might shoot him, but then he wasn't as grim as, well, Grimm. He didn't need any explanation when the little creature pushed the box onto Jake's boot. Jake leaned over to pick the box up, looking both shocked and curious. "Are you crazy? This belongs to Rory. He's probably waiting for the right moment to give it to Sam," Jake said, contemplating the box for a moment. "Do you think it would hurt to take a peek?" he asked, unable to suppress his curiosity. It didn't do much for his ego to know that both Rory and John got their girls rings, and Jake had not.
   
   "Sloti ..." Leia's tone was more than enough to warn the little ferret that he may have gone a little too far in his zeal to be helpful this time. He chittered up at her, scrambling up Jake's leg to nestle between them. "That isn't yours to take," she told the ferret. "You need to put it back where you found it. But thank you, for trying." She stroked his head reassuringly, looking to Jake with a smile. "It couldn't hurt to look, could it?"

   Jake felt a little bit sneaky taking a peek at Sam's ring before Rory had a chance to give it to her, but it was far too tempting an opportunity to pass up. "We'll just take a peek," Jake said, as he pushed the little velvet box open, as curious as a cat... or maybe a ferret.

   With Leia and Sloti leaning in for a peek with him, the raising of the little lid revealed a very simple ring. White gold, perhaps, or platinum, with a single diamond set in its center - very traditional, and somehow very fitting for the woman it had been bought for. Leia smiled, touched by how well Rory knew Sam to have bought her something so pretty. "Isn't it lovely?"

   "Yeah, it is," Jake said, trying hard to hide the envy from his voice, the soreness from his heart. Though Leia had said he'd given her everything she wanted, he wished he could give her something as lovely as this - a symbol of his love for everyone to see. He thought about sliding it onto Leia's finger, but decided against it. The ring belonged to Rory, and Sam was the only one who had a right to wear it. He closed the lid and slid it back into the pack. "You better take this back before Rory misses it," he told the furry little thief.

   With a long suffering sigh, Sloti jumped down and began to laborious task of dragging the pack back to where Rory had left it in the first place, leaving the lovers alone once again. Leia looked up at Jake, concern filling her for the ache she could feel inside him. She slid closer, drawing his arm about her shoulders as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I would wear your ring with pride, a'maelamin," she told him softly. "When the time is right."

   "I know," he said, wrapping that arm about her shoulders to pull her close, as he turned his head to touch his lips against her temple. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he told her quietly, the sadness slowly fading, leaving him feeling peaceful and content with her beside him.

   "You needed me," she murmured softly, cuddling under his arm as her own wrapped about his waist, reveling in the peace that spread through him and into her. "Just as I needed you." An impish bubble of mirth rippled from her to him as she recalled their first meeting, or rather, their first night. "You were so sure there was nothing you could offer me. I've never known how to tell you that you're everything to me, a'maelamin. Everything I would want, need, or wish for. It's all you."

   He felt a wave of guilt at her words, realizing that he might not be able to say the same. As much as he loved her, he loved his sister, too, and his niece, though he loved them in a different way. They were family, Leia was his other half. "I love you, too, Leia," he told her. "I don't want anyone but you." He wasn't very good with words, and it was the best he could do.

   She smiled, understanding that guilt. If she had had any family remaining, she would have felt that same tug. "I know," she murmured, both to his words and to that wave of guilt she could feel in him.

   "What are we gonna tell the others?" he asked, unsure how to tell them they were leaving, if only for a short while. At least, they weren't in the middle of a job, and with John and Ailis just married, maybe it was a good time to take a few days off.

   "The truth," she said assuredly. "The Chief can't begrudge you a little time to spend with your family, and if he does, I will talk to him." Despite her stature and apparently fragility, it was well known among the little mercenary group that the Chief was ever so slightly intimidated by little Leia and her box of magic tricks.

   "No, I suppose not," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "Jess is gonna love you, but she's probably gonna have a lot of questions. She might not believe us at first." His smile faltered a little. "She probably thinks I'm dead." Even if it wasn't official, he'd disappeared off the face of the Earth for so long, they must believe him dead by now, though he'd gone missing a few times before.

   "Many people don't believe in magic when they are first told of it," Leia told him in her gentle way. "There are ways to help them believe, without causing harm or hurt. And it will good for both of you, to set such misapprehensions aside, and to know the truth."

   There was that smile again, as he leaned close to touch a kiss to her lips. "I love you, you know. You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he told her, and he meant it. All his life, he'd searched for that one thing that was missing from his life, never knowing what it was until he'd met her and she'd filled the empty piece of his heart that never before could be filled.

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Undetectable / Re: Promises in the Dark
« on: February 15, 2015, 10:10:31 PM »
"Then we will see your sister," she promised him in return. "And do not think this is a journey you must make alone, for I will not allow you to go without me. It is worth a little risk to see you whole and happy once again, Jake. You have been a long time without your blood. It is time we remedied that fact." Chittering in agreement, Sloti loped up along her arm to tuck himself onto Jake's shoulder, close into the man's neck.

Touched by her concern and desire to see him happy, he leaned in to touch a kiss to her cheek. "You're the best, Leia," he told her, which was almost the same as saying he loved her, but she should know that already. "Jamie is gonna love you," he said with a chuckle, as he reached up to scritch Sloti's fur. He just hoped she hadn't gotten since he'd last seen her or Sloti might be in for some trouble.

"I have the best," Leia countered, hugging into Jake as he turned his attention to their furry friend, perched on his shoulder. If ferrets could purr, that was what Sloti was doing, eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure as Jake scritched his fur. He had no idea what a Jamie was or why it was going to love him, but if Jake said so, then it was on. They'd come a long way from the awkward pair they'd made a few months before.

It was true, Jake had grown fond of Sloti over the last weeks and months. He'd never had a pet of his own, and though Sloti clearly belonged to Leia, the ferret seemed strangely fond of Jake, for some reason, and who was Jake to argue with that? If not for Leia and Sloti, he'd be all alone here in Rhy'Din, without a friend in the world. The truth is if it weren't for Leia, he probably would have gone home a long time ago. "I was thinking," he started, weaving his fingers through hers a little nervously. "Maybe we should say our vows, too. Like John and Ailis did."

She blinked, surprised to hear him mention marriage again in so short a time. Did it really mean so much to him as that? Her slender fingers drew through his as she held his gaze, violet eyes warm despite their alien hue. "Tonight?" she asked him quietly. "You would wish to do it here and now, as they did?"

He knew he'd mentioned it already, but it wasn't a traditional wedding with all the pomp and ceremony he wanted. It was simply to share their vows with each other beneath a blanket of stars and the witness of whatever higher power might be watching. "Yes, here and now. Just the two of us. Well, and Sloti." A slow smile spread across his face. "Sloti can be our witness."

"I have no ring to give you," she heard herself apologize softly. The emphasis that had been placed on the rings she had acquired for John and Ailis had impressed on her mind that they were somehow necessary for such a rite.

"It's not about the rings, Leia," Jake tried to explain. "The rings are just symbolic. They represent... I don't know... fidelity maybe? People wear them so other people know that they're married. If you really want one, we could get some later. Or..." He frowned, looking a little crestfallen. "We could wait. It's probably a stupid idea anyway. I mean, we're already soul-bonded, right?"

As Jake started talking himself out of something he clearly wanted to do above anything, Sloti bit his earlobe sharply. Not deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to stop the babble that was confusing Leia. "I do not understand," the half-elven woman told him, her own expression almost anguished as she tried to follow what he was and wasn't telling her. "Do you want to be married, or do you not? I will follow you into anything, a'maelamin, but I do not know now what it is that you want."

"Ow!" Jake exclaimed, slapping a hand against his ear when he felt that sharp pinch of pain. "What was that for?" he asked, turning to glare at the ferret he'd just been petting not more than a few minutes earlier. "I want Sloti not to bite my ear," Jake said, grateful he wasn't bleeding. That wasn't the way he'd go about piercing his ears. He frowned back at Leia, feeling her anguish and knowing he was probably confusing the hell out of her. "I'm just not sure it's important," he said, though it seemed to be important to him. "The thing is, I was raised Catholic, and..." There was that sigh again. It was always a trial trying to explain things to her, but he had always tried to be patient.

"A'maelamin, if it is important to you, then of course we should," she told him, curling her hands to his as she looked up at him. "There is nothing wrong with asking for something that means so very much to your heart, Jake. You have been so patient with me, accepted something you did not have to believe. Why would I not wish to share such promises with you?" She glanced at Sloti, making an odd click in the back of her throat, and the ferret jumped down from Jake's shoulder, scurrying off toward the ship as Leia smiled gently. "Tell me what it is you desire, Jake."

"What did he bite me for? I thought he liked me," Jake complained, looking a little hurt as Sloti scurried away. He wasn't exactly expecting an answer. He knew Sloti's first loyalty was to Leia, and if Jake said or did anything that hurt her, the ferret would let him know in no uncertain terms, like he just had. "What I want?" he echoed. "It's a little hard to explain," he said, taking hold of her hand and leading her toward one of the wooden benches that lined the street.

"He wanted you to stop confusing yourself," she told him quietly, moving with him as he drew her toward an empty bench, away from the revelry around them. "He didn't mean to hurt you, but to stop you from hurting yourself."

Jake's frown deepened. Confused wasn't a strong enough word for how he felt sometimes. Haunted was more like it. He thought things would get better with time, but he only seemed to get more confused as time went on. "It's-it's not that I'm not happy here with you," he started, looking down at their linked hands. "I am. I love you so much," he continued. "And I know we're soul-bonded. I can feel what you feel sometimes, but it's not enough. I feel like I should give you something back, something to show you how much I love you. I just don't know what."

"You do give me something," she told him softly, easing down beside him to sit close. "You give me something I had never thought I would ever have. Do you remember that you asked me the day we met if I had ever wished upon a star, and I told you that my wish had been for you?" She tilted her head, trying to catch his eye. "I stand by that. I love you, Jake, more deeply than I can say. I do not need gifts or proof. You gave me yourself; nothing could possibly touch my heart more."

He looked up at her with misty eyes half-hidden behind his glasses. "And I love you, too. More than anything. I know it doesn't matter if we're married or not. It's what we feel in our hearts that's important. I guess I just want everyone to know how much I love you, but I suppose they know that already."

"If it matters to you, then it matters," Leia reminded him quietly, drawing one hand from his to stroke her fingertips against his cheek. "If it was possible, I think you would like for this ritual to happen where your family may see it, yes?" He knew her well enough to recognize that she was having plotting thoughts; if he was prepared to be patient, Leia would move heaven and earth to give him what he wanted most.

"It would mean a lot to me, yes," he replied, though he wasn't sure why. His mother had raised him and his sister on her own after his father had left, and his sister was raising a child on her own, as well, so why was it so important to him that he do things the right way? "It's not going to change anything. It's not going to change how I feel about you, but it would mean a lot to me, yes."

She smiled, drawing him down into a soft kiss. "Then that is how it shall be," she promised him tenderly. Though she had no blood kin of her own, she understood the draw to know them and be assured of their well-being and happiness. She would do whatever it took to grant this wish for her Jake.

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Undetectable / Promises in the Dark
« on: February 15, 2015, 10:08:28 PM »
As their party split up, each to their own amusements, in the wake of the wedding they'd been secretly working on for weeks, Leia curled her arms about Jake's waist, leaning into him with a fond smile. "So ... what is a Catholic shebang?" she asked him again. She knew her constant questions must grate on his nerves sometimes, but he was never anything but patient with her. Their bond had deepened over the past year, to the point where they had both learned to recognise each other's emotions within themselves. And tonight, Leia was bubbling with love and excitement.

"Um," Jake mumbled, a little distracted by thoughts and worries of his own that had come to a head during the ceremony. Whether they'd accepted him as family or not, he had a sister and niece back home that probably thought him dead or worse by now. "I, uh... It's hard to explain," he started, leaning into her a little now that they were left alone. "It's a big religious wedding, I guess. A very formal ceremony. Long and kind of boring, I guess." He didn't sound too sure for some reason.

She could feel that knot of worry inside him, resting her head against his chest as they stood together in the light of the many fires that burned in the darkness, his concern tempering her own exuberance. "What is it?" she asked him very gently, stroking her hands against his back. "Talk to me, a'maelamin. I can only feel your heart, not read your thoughts. You should not feel you have to suffer through such feelings alone."

"It's nothing, Leia. I'm just a little homesick, I guess," he told her, not wanting to worry her, but knowing he couldn't lie to her either. She could feel his heart and would know what he was feeling, even if she didn't understand why. "I'm happy for John and Ailis. I really am. I'm just missing my sister a little, I guess." And why wouldn't he be? He hadn't seen her in over a year, and going home was risky at best.

"Then we should visit her," she told him quietly. Though Earth, his Earth, was very different to the world she had been born on, and fairly different to Rhy'Din, Leia was far more confident when it came to technology now. "We know there are portals, and there are ways to disguise how different I am. I would rather take that risk than have you in pain."

"Maybe, but if we get caught..." He trailed off. She was right though. He couldn't stay away from Earth and his sister forever. Every time he saw John and Sam or Rory and Ailis sharing some special sibling moment, he felt a pang of homesickness, missing his sister and niece and wondering what they'd been told. Had they been told he was dead? He wasn't sure. Maybe it was better if they thought he was dead, but he couldn't help but miss them and wish he could see them again.

"So we won't get caught," she told him gently, her smile softly understanding of his worries. "Your world relies on technology, yes? I do not think there is any way they have to detect magic, and if they cannot detect magic, they will not detect us."

"Really?" he asked, almost afraid to believe her, but they'd been together over a year and he knew her better than anyone. Where he knew technology, she knew magic, and if she thought she could get them both home without being caught, he believed her. What was his sister going to say when she found out where he'd been and what he'd been up to? Would she believe him or think he'd gone mad? And what would she have to say about Leia? Going home was like opening Pandora's Box, and yet, he needed closure.

Leia's smile gentled even further, the softness accentuating the delicate features that marked her out as having elven blood. "Truly," she assured him, one hand rising to curve against his cheek tenderly. "I would not say it if I did not believe it were possible, a'maelamin. You need to see your sister and her child, for your own peace of mind. It is possible."

"Yeah, I suppose I do," Jake replied thoughtfully. In fact, he knew he did, and now that he had decided, it was just sorting out how to do it. He'd learned a lot about Rhy'Din this past year; he'd learned how to use the portals, and where there was a will, there was a way. Besides, he had Leia to help him. "You know I love you, right?" he asked, his frown turning into a warm and affectionate smile.

That soft smile brightened as his frown faded away, glad that she could help him like this, even if it was only words for now. The proof would come when they crossed the portal that first time, something she was not about to allow him to do alone. She didn't know what that kind of separation would do to either of them now they had bonded so deeply. "I know it," she promised him, the surge of deeply loving affection along that bond from her to him warm with immediate feeling. "As I hope you know my heart is yours, a'maelamin."

"I know it is. I feel it all the time. I mean, I feel what you're feeling or something like that." Even after a year, it was still a little confusing. There was that worried frown again as another thought came to mind. "Hey, Leia, can I ask you something?"

Her head tilted curiously as she looked up at him, barely aware of the fact that Sloti had taken up residence on her shoulder, his own head echoing the tilt of hers. "You can ask me anything, Jake," she promised her lover softly. "Anything at all, and I will answer, if I can."

"Well..." he stammered, a little nervously. He knew they were already bonded, that she had claimed him as her mate, but he wasn't an elf, and he had traditions of his own. "I was wondering... Would you like to get married, like John and Ailis did? I mean, I know we don't have to. I know we're already bonded, but... I'm not talking about a big Catholic shebang. Just something small between us and me."

Leia blinked, surprised but touched by the nervous question. It had not occurred to her that perhaps he would want to mark their bonding with the traditions of his own people, though in hindsight, perhaps she should have considered it. "You would want this?" she asked him through a soft smile. "You would like a marriage, with me?"

"Yes, I would," he replied in a soft but sure voice, reaching to take both her hands in his and looking into her eyes almost longingly, all his hopes and dreams there in his eyes and his heart. "And someday, if it's possible, I'd like us to have children." Not right away maybe, but someday he wanted to settle down and raise a family, just like his sister was doing.

The smile that lit up her face at his soft confession was brighter than the sunrise she had grown up seeing from the rooftops of Port Blacksand. "I am living proof that it is possible, a'maelamin," she promised him. "I did not dare to think that you would wish to raise a family with me, being so different as I am to you. But I would like that very much, someday." To leave him children to love, if she were the one taken first.

That was true enough. She was born of an elf and a human, and it figured if her birth was possible, then there was hope for them. "I love you in part because you're different, Leia," he pointed out, pulling her closer. "All the women back home..." He frowned a little and shrugged his shoulders. He'd never really loved anyone before the way he loved her. He'd had a few meaningless flings, a few girlfriends here and there, but nothing like he had with her. "No one took me seriously back home," he confessed with a small frown. No one except his sister and maybe his team, but he had no idea what had become of them and he had another team now and another home. "I want to stay here with you, Leia. I just need to see my sister. That's all," he promised.

That was true enough. She was born of an elf and a human, and it figured if her birth was possible, then there was hope for them. "I love you in part because you're different, Leia," he pointed out, pulling her closer. "All the women back home..." He frowned a little and shrugged his shoulders. He'd never really loved anyone before the way he loved her. He'd had a few meaningless flings, a few girlfriends here and there, but nothing like he had with her. "No one took me seriously back home," he confessed with a small frown. No one except his sister and maybe his team, but he had no idea what had become of them and he had another team now and another home. "I want to stay here with you, Leia. I just need to see my sister. That's all," he promised.

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Undetectable / Re: OOC: Songs
« on: March 24, 2013, 03:59:19 PM »
Something About You - Boston

When I was younger, I thought I could stand on my own
It wasn't easy, I stood like a man made of stone

But there was something about you
I want you to know
It brought a change over me
It's startin' to show
I've got this feelin' inside
Gotta have ya, have ya, ain't no good to hide

It isn't easy
To show what I'm feeling inside, girl
It isn't easy
I know when you believe in a man like me

When I get angry I say things I don't wanna say
I really mean it, I don't want to leave you this way

I couldn't help my reaction
I want you to know
I lose control over you
I just want you to know
Got this feeling inside
Gotta have ya, have ya, ain't no good to hide

It isn't easy
To show what I'm feeling inside, girl
It isn't easy
I know when you believe in a man like me

But there was something about you
I want you to know
It brought a change over me
It's startin' to show
I got this feelin' inside, gotta have you, have you
Ain't no good to hide

It isn't easy
To show what I'm feeling inside, girl
It isn't easy
I know, to believe in a man like me
Like me, can't you see
I gotta gotta have you

But there was something about you
Yeah, there was something about you

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Undetectable / OOC: Comments & Questions
« on: March 23, 2013, 12:31:06 PM »
Just a note regarding Jake...

This character is based primarily on the film The Losers, and because I know very little about the character's back story, other than the hints that are provided in the film, I will be filling in the blanks of his past from my own imagination. I have read some of the graphic novels, but there's not much to go on, so I will be making a lot of it up as I go along.

I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies as far as canon is concerned, but unfortunately, it cannot be helped. The Rhy'Din version of Jake is bound to differ from canon in some ways, as he is open to my own interpretation, but I will try to portray him as accurately as possible.

Thanks for understanding, and I hope a few people enjoy reading and interacting with him. :)

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Undetectable / Re: OOC: Songs
« on: March 23, 2013, 10:46:25 AM »
Leah - Donnie Iris

Leah, it's been a long, long time.
Such a sight, you're lookin' better than a body has a right to.
Don't you know we're playin' with the fire?
But we can stop this burnin' desire, Leah!

Ah! Leah! Here we go again!
Ah! Leah! Is it ever gonna end?
Ah! Leah! Here we go again, we go again!
Ah! Leah!

I see your lips and I wonder who's been kissin' them.
I never knew how badly I was missin' them.
We both know we're never gonna make it,
But when we touch, we never have to fake it, Leah!

Ah! Leah! Here we go again!
Ah! Leah! Is it ever gonna end?
Ah! Leah! Here we go again, we go again!
Ah! Leah!

Baby, it's no good. We're just askin' for trouble.
I can touch you, but I don't know how to love you.
It ain't no use! We're headed for disaster.
Our minds said, "No!" But our hearts were talkin' faster, Leah!

Ah! Leah! Here we go again!
Ah! Leah! Is it ever gonna end?
Ah! Leah! Here we go again, we go again!
Ah! Leah!

Ah! Leah, Leah, Leah!
Ah! Leah! We're never, ever, ever gonna make it yeah!
Ah! Leah!
Ah! Leah! Here we go again!

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Undetectable / Re: Don't Stop Believin'
« on: March 23, 2013, 10:35:24 AM »
"I can't answer those questions. No one knows how a bond is formed, or why it forms between the people it does. I don't know." She shook her head, dipping her head, fighting not to feel too hurt, too upset, by the horror in his reaction. "I can't stop it. I'm sorry, Jake, I have no control over it. It will happen, it will complete itself sooner or later, and when it does ... you'll be able to feel me, and know that it's my emotion you're feeling, not your own. That's why you're so confused about your mood now. It's my confusion, my uncertainty, that's influencing the way you feel."

"No, it's not, Leia!" Suddenly, he wasn't very hungry anymore. He pushed away from the table and got to his feet. "I need some air." Before she could stop him, he was heading for the door, though, in truth, they'd probably have less privacy on the street than they had in the little bakery. He didn't notice the look he was getting from the store's owner, a worried frown on her face at the young lovers' spat as she followed the drama unfolding inside her little domain.

As he stormed from the table, Leia sat perfectly still, her face pale as she felt herself buffeted by the sudden strength of feeling surging from him. Had he not listened to a word she had said? Didn't he realise that she could feel how he was feeling, the connection growing stronger no matter what she chose to do? She swallowed hard, and surged up suddenly from the chair, abandoning her cloak with an apology to the lady behind the counter, following Jensen toward the street. "You can't walk away from this," she told him, her voice pinched and tight with the unpleasantness seething in her soul. "I didn't do it on purpose. I know it's a violation of your privacy, your choices, your life, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but I can't change it!"

He was pacing in front of the bakery, his fingers buried in his hair, looking like he was on the verge of panic. "Why?" he asked, as he turned to face her. "Why did this happen? How did I get here? Did you bring me here? Why me? Why me, Leia? Are you... Are you playing with me?" he asked, his face as pale as hers. If she could feel anything from him, it wasn't anger, but fear. The truth was that he felt some kind of connection, too, but the connection he felt was different from hers. He was falling in love with her, and he knew it. No matter what happened now - whether he stayed or he left - she'd imprinted herself on his heart and his soul, and he'd never be the same again.

"I don't know!" She shouted it at him, stamping one foot, ignoring the curious glances of the passers' by as her distress turned to a flare of anger at his seeming inability to understand that though it might be a shock for him, it was no less a shock for her. "I ... I think a spell I cast trying to get out was twisted by the magical field of the - that place," - she remembered just in time not to say "prison", " - and pulled you in rather than me out. But I don't know why it picked you, and I didn't cast it to lure you here and trap you, if that's what you're thinking! Why would I make this up?" she demanded, hands landing hard on her hips as she glared up at him, breathless with her outburst. "My life is tied to yours now. You can walk away without a second thought, you need never think of me again, but I will have you in my heart and my mind and my soul until the day you die. Because the day you die, I die too!"

"You just don't get it, do you?" he shouted back at her, turning to face her, forgetting his promise never to get angry at her, though it wasn't really anger he was feeling, but something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. "I never asked for this. I never asked to come here, to be part of this. I wanted to help you. I did help you. And then you... I don't know what happened. I know we just met and I know it sounds crazy, but I love you, and I thought maybe..."

His voice broke and he clenched his jaw to try and get his emotions under control, his face paling further as she cast the final blow, telling him the whole truth of it. He shook his head and backed away from her, tears stinging his eyes that he didn't want her to see. "I can't. I don't want that for you. I don't want anything to happen to you because of me. I thought maybe you... maybe you felt the same. And now, you tell me that it wasn't your fault? That you don't even know how it happened. What's all this about then, Leia? What do you want from me?"

She might have been able to keep control over her own tears, if he had not suddenly been caught with the same rise in emotion, feeding into hers, forcing the drip of moisture from her eyes despite her best efforts to keep them dry. "I don't want anything from you," she cried. "I want you, you stupid man! You want to hear me say I love you, when I've already said it in a way few non-elves ever hear. I am bonding to you." She fell silent for a moment, her tearful eyes staring into his, willing him to look past the shock and upset and anger and see the warmth, the longing, the affection deeper than any love. All for him. "I am so far past love, it isn't relevant. Every breath I take, I take because I am yours, whether you want me or not. And you think that isn't good enough. I didn't realise that humans were so arrogant as to truly believe that their concept of love, of a life built on trust, was the only one that meant anything."

He was doing his best to hold the tears back, but just barely, his chest aching with the effort. Maybe it was the connection between them that softened his mood, or maybe it was her explanation. She really was like Arwen to his Aragorn, in a way, giving up so much so that she could be part of him, so that she could be with him forever, even if he was far away. How could he ever go home now when his heart would be forever here with her? "Would it... Would it be so hard to say it?" he asked, eyes shining with unshed tears looking back into hers, needing to still hear those three little words, even if she'd said it already in her own way. As soft as it was, there was a tremor in his voice, close to breaking. "Please... I need to hear it."

She stared up at him, violet eyes shining like dew on primroses as her hands fell from her hips, hanging loose, weak, at her sides. She felt drained, and still that raging knot of emotion bound itself tighter to her, growing with clarity the more they shared. When she finally spoke, it was as heartfelt as he could possibly have wished for, if a little more forceful than most men would expect. But she was not a woman who did anything by halves, it seemed. "I love you, Jake."

That was all he needed to hear, for some reason. Three little words that meant more than anything else she could have said. Three little words he'd been waiting his whole life to hear. "I love you, too, Leia," he replied, tears spilling over onto his face, droplets of liquid splashing onto his glasses. He closed the distance between them, taking her in his arms to seal those heartfelt words with a kiss that felt deeper and more impassioned than any kiss he'd ever shared with any woman before or ever would again. He knew it wasn't going to be easy. He knew there were a lot of things they needed to talk about and sort out between them, but she loved him, and at that moment, that was all that mattered. Everything else would work itself out.

((Another really long scene. Kudos to anyone who read all that. Lots of fun and many thanks to Leia's awesomefantabulous player for this scene and for encouraging me to bring Jensen to Rhy'Din. More to come. :grin:))

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Undetectable / Re: Don't Stop Believin'
« on: March 23, 2013, 10:32:25 AM »
He wasn't quite sure what she meant when she said she didn't deserve to see the elven version of heaven, and though she'd asked him a direct question, he had one question more. "What will happen to your soul then? I mean, if it doesn't go to... to Aravan..." He broke off, giving up on the pronunciation. "What will happen when you... when you die?" Which he was hoping wouldn't happen for a very long time. She was young, after all, and had a longer lifespan than most, longer than him. She'd outlive him then, but he wasn't sure by how much. Another thought occurred to him before he could start to answer her questions. "What happened to your mother?"

She opened her mouth to correct his pronunciation, only to be forestalled by further questions that made her smile. "I do not really know what will happen to me when I die," she confessed. "The same that happens to all humans when they die, I suppose. I hope so. I would like to see my mother again someday." Again, the smile was sad, but it was also hopeful. "She got sick, and we could not afford to buy the services of a doctor. The medicines cost too much, and she would not let me go hungry just to keep her alive. Her last act was to apprentice me to the Thieves' Guild, so that I would at least have what I needed to survive."

"Oh," he replied with a small frown, reminded of his own mother's death, which had been similar but different. He had often wondered if she'd be proud of the path he'd chosen or if she'd be disappointed in him. It didn't much matter though since she was no longer around to tell him what she thought. "I'm sorry," he said, his gaze dropping to look at his hands for some reason.

And there was the opening, the invitation to touch because he needed her to do just that. Leia took the unspoken hint, unfolding one arm to reach over and fold her slender fingers about his own. "Tell me about your family, Jake," she asked softly. "I'd like to know about them, if you are comfortable to tell me."

He shrugged his shoulders. "There isn't much to tell really. Dad left when I was a kid. Probably for the best. All they ever did was argue. She raised us on her own after that, me and my sister. We couldn't afford college, so I joined the service." He glanced at her, unsure how much of what he was telling her she actually understood. "The military, you know? I had an affinity for electronics, computers, stuff like that. Somehow, someone higher up got wind of it, and I ended up in Special Forces. It's really... It's a boring story. I'm sure you don't want to hear about it." He hadn't really answered her question about his family, though he had mentioned them. He wasn't really sure what she wanted to know exactly.

He'd very nearly lost her at "college", but persevering produced an explanation of "service" that she could follow easily enough. Which, in turn, led her to something else she didn't have any reference for. "Eliktronik, like your pet thing that doesn't work anymore?" she asked curiously. "I am curious ... you say you are not a mage, and yet you work with forces beyond my comprehension. I know I must seem very stupid, but I truly do not know what you mean when you use these words." That could have distressed her, if she had let it. As it was, she was enjoying the feel of his hand beneath hers too much to allow much of her confusion to make itself known openly. "What happened to your mother?"

"Yeah, like that. It's not my pet though. It's not alive. It's a machine. It's... man-made," he said after a brief pause to find the right word. He was finding it difficult to explain certain things without her having any frame of reference. His expression shifted when she mentioned his mother and his gaze returned to their clasped hands, but before he could answer, their breakfast had arrived, carried out to their table on a tray by a young man who did double duty as both waiter and bus boy. He set the tray down without much ceremony and quickly departed, but Jensen was lost in thought again.

"Ah, so it is a device," she smiled, finding at least some kind of reference point in his explanation to hold onto. "It is a science, something created from the study of the natural world, rather than something created by the natural world. Yes?" Her hopeful gaze was interrupted by the arrival of their ordered food, her words of thanks to the boy who came and went left unechoed by the now silent Jensen.

He blinked out of his thoughts as she continued, pulling away from her so that he could hand her the cup of coffee and danish she'd ordered. "It was invented by science, I guess. I'm not a scientist. Everyone has computers back home, Leia. People use them to do research, to read, to communicate." To surf the web for porn, to meet girls, to hack into government agencies... And that was just for starters.

"Like spells without magic?" she asked. It was a credit to her desire to please him that she was trying so hard to find equivalents to understand what he was saying, though she was aware that his explanations were not as full as they could be. There must be a veritable plethora of information to absorb before any of this truly made sense. She looked down at the danish in front of her, sniffing warily, and was pleased to find that she was met with a sweet scent that mixed pleasantly with the smell of the roasted pecans. "What is this called, again?"

"No, like technology." He leaned forward, ready to explain as well as he could. It was better than talking about his mother. "Look, you know what a wheel is, right?" he asked, glancing briefly at the danish as she distracted him again from the subject at hand. "It's a danish. Maple pecan, I think." He picked up a fork and knife to cut into his Eggs Benedict as he tried to explain. "Someone had to have invented it, at some point."  The wheel, not the danish. "As time goes on, people invent more complex things. Gears, for example. Do you know what a clock is?"

She paused, giving her brain a chance to catch up with his flipping back and forth between answering her question and continuing his explanation, trying not to giggle at the idea that a wheel was a danish invented by someone. "I ... I know that a clock is a device for the measurement of time," she answered carefully, picking up her own cutlery and inspecting it for a moment before putting the fork back down again. "I have never heard of gears being used in one, but then, I have only ever seen a water clock in use. There are cogwheels used to operate the gates of the guild at home ... is that something similar?"

"Cogwheels, yes! Those are gears. Okay, so... Imagine someone going beyond gears, creating machines like the one you saw outside, that can take people places, that can fly in the air, that can do any number of things. My computer is a device used mainly for doing research... like a portable library. Anything I want to know is right there at my fingertips. And if you have... certain skills... people will pay you to make use of those skills. Like what I did at the..." He darted a gaze around, not wanting anyone to hear him mention that he'd broken them out of prison. "You know," he gestured with a hand in a circular motion.

She nodded slowly, still more than a little lost, but infinitely clearer than she had been before. However, there was one thing occurring to her that was making her smirk return as she cut her danish into four pieces. "What does any of this have to do with your family?" she asked gently, flickering amusement shining in her eyes as she met his gaze. That had been, after all, the original question.

He arched a brow, realizing he hadn't done a very good job of answering her question. "Nothing, I guess. I just thought I'd try to explain..." He shook his head, as if he was trying to shake himself out of some dour mood that had inexplicably come over him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's the matter with me. I'm not usually this moody. It must be this place." Or something. Maybe it was the fact that he was falling in love with someone he wasn't sure he'd be able to be with. "I'm usually the life of the party. A laugh a minute, that's me," he said, taking the first bite of his breakfast, which was surprisingly good.

Her smile faded as he confessed to that uncertainty of temper, recognising it as being influenced by her own and feeling the guilt for setting him so wildly off-balance. "I ... I think your mood is my fault," she offered warily. "But I do not know how to explain the reason in a way that you would believe. You have already laughed at it once." Her own food was untouched, perhaps foolishly choosing to speak out before tasting the something new that sat before her on the plate.

He jerked his head up at her, not recalling having laughed at her, except for just recently when she'd thought the car was a living being. He didn't even want to think that could actually be possible here. "When did I laugh at you?" he asked, going back through his memory over the last day or so, but unable to recall that incident. He'd promised he'd never get angry with her and almost had, but laughing at her? Unless she'd said something he'd thought was a joke.

She shifted awkwardly, not intending to make him feel bad for his initial reaction to something that was so far beyond his sphere of experience as to be unbelievable. "When ... when I told you about ... about bonding," she stuttered, embarrassed enough to blush as she spoke.

"Bonding?" he asked, lowering his fork as he rummaged through his brain to try and remember what she'd said about that. He seemed to recall something, but it had been so briefly mentioned that he didn't remember much about it. "I thought you were teasing me," he admitted, looking both embarrassed and worried that he'd thoughtlessly hurt her without meaning to.

"And I let you think it," she assured him gently. "But if my uncertainty is affecting your mood, then you deserve to know why." She sighed softly, curling her hand about the heat of her cup. "Do you recall what I told you of it?"

"Your uncertainty?" he echoed, looking confused. "Uncertainty about what? I don't understand." He turned thoughtful again, trying to recall what exactly it was that she'd told him. "You said something about it linking hearts and minds... I think." He wasn't too sure, since she had only mentioned it briefly and he'd passed it off as her teasing.

"The elven people of my world do not marry," she told him, beginning again where she begun once before. "They bond. A bonding is one of the most powerful forces you could possibly imagine; it merges one soul with another, until they are impossible to extricate each from the other. I didn't think it could happen to me, with human blood mixing in my veins along with elven." She paused, looking down at her fingers wrapped about the cup. "But it has. It is. It's happening now."

Instead of looking happy about this confession of hers, he looked appalled, all the blood draining from his face. "What-what do you mean... It's happening now. Do you mean now now? Between you and me?" he asked, waving a hand between the two of them. "What? Why? How?"

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Undetectable / Re: Don't Stop Believin'
« on: March 23, 2013, 10:32:02 AM »
"Nothing could be better than sex with you." And there was an endearingly embarrassing trait he was just going to have to get used to. Leia was completely shameless, and she didn't really care who overheard her complimenting him so bluntly. She was still at a loss, however, when he drew her to the counter, peering curiously at the wares on display with only a shaky idea that they might mostly be bread-based. "Um ..." She offered the woman behind the counter a confident smile, and tightened her hand in Jensen's. He was going to have to order for them.

He had no idea what she was accustomed to eating, and it hadn't occurred to him that her diet might be restrictive in any way. He wasn't a vegetarian or a vegan and ate what he wanted whenever he wanted it. "Um, I'll take the Eggs Benedict with an cheese danish on the side, and coffee black." The woman jotted down his order, and looked to Leia, since Jensen had assumed she was ordering for herself. Paying for the meal might be a problem, but that thought hadn't occurred to him yet.

Violet eyes blinked back at the enquiring gaze, acquiring something of a deer in headlights look under the weight of expectation. She was going to have to say something. She struck out for something that she knew bakeries sold, knowing it was likely to sound ridiculous, given the order he had just made. "Uh ... bread and butter?" she asked uncertainly. "And water?"

Jensen's mouth fell open. "Bread and butter? No, no, no." He held up a finger to the woman behind the counter to give them a moment. "Leia, this is a bakery. You order food here. Bread and water is what they serve inmates in prison." He sighed and glanced at the glass case that held all the goodies. "What looks good to you?" he asked, looking over the baked goods, which in his opinion all looked good.

"Bread is what they sell in bakeries," she pointed out a little defensively, blushing at her perception that she had made herself look simple in front of a complete stranger. She lowered her voice, knowing that despite her best efforts, the woman was going to hear what she was about to say to her companion anyway. "I don't know what any of these things are."

"They're baked goods!" he exclaimed, not really explaining at all, looking a little perplexed, not knowing what she might like. "May I make a suggestion?" the woman behind the counter interjected, having met a lot of bakery newbies over the years and recognizing a newcomer to Rhy'Din when she saw one. "The maple pecan danish is always a good choice," she suggested. "And coffee, with cream and sugar." He glanced at Leia and then nodded his head. Bread and butter was simply not breakfast, unless it was toasted. Then maybe. "That sounds good, thanks," he said, reaching into his jacket for his wallet and frowning as he came up empty. "s***."

The relief that poured from Leia at the helpful suggestion was palpable, recognising a professional who knew her town very well. She smiled, relaxing from her tense sense of embarrassment, and glanced up at Jensen swore. "What is it?"

"I-I left my wallet back home. I don't have any money," he said with a frown, trying to think what he had that was of enough value that he could barter it for breakfast, but all he had was the clothes on his back and a gun in his pocket. "Maybe I could do the dishes or mop the floor or something," he suggested, pushing the bridge of his glasses back onto his nose.

For some reason, this brought the confidence back into Leia. The thief was quite happy to be able to solve his problem for him with a smile as she reached into the little bag on her hip and brought out a moleskin money pouch. "I do not have your currency, but I can provide the right weight in silver," she told the woman behind the counter, opening the pouch to reveal not coins, but small ingots of pure silver.

The woman smiled back. She'd encountered this problem, too, many times in the past. "One silver will do, dear," she said, holding out a hand for the coin. Jensen frowned, a little relieved but annoyed that he couldn't do this one thing right. If he was stuck here, he was going to have to find some sort of way of supporting himself. How did one go about that in a place like this? Place an ad in the paper? He didn't want to rely solely on Leia, especially considering her line of work.

Slender fingertips lifted an ingot of silver from the pouch and placed it into the woman's hand, the pouch swiftly closed and hidden back in the mysterious bag on Leia's hip. Of course it hadn't been honestly earned, but the way she looked at life, that really didn't matter. If Jensen didn't keep an eye on her, she was going to lift any number of things as they walked through the streets, just for the sheer fun of it. She looked up at him, her smile fading in the face of his frown. "Did I do something wrong?"

To be fair, he didn't walk the straight and narrow path either, and he wasn't above pilfering a thing or two, but he didn't want her to chance getting arrested when he'd only just busted her out of prison a few hours ago. "No, I just don't like you paying for everything." The woman tilled the coin and went about filling their order. He surveyed the place again before taking her elbow and leading her toward a table in a somewhat quiet corner.

"I could give you some silver," the half-elf woman offered as she was led away, beginning to think that she was always going to be confused by this man, how he slipped from silly to serious so easily with seemingly little provocation. "It goes against my better nature, of course," she teased, trying to bring the smile to his face again, "but I would make that sacrifice for you."

"You would sacrifice some silver that wasn't even yours to begin with?" he asked, not understanding the logic in that, but maybe she really thought of her what she did as a job and what she stole the reward. "You never did tell me how you got arrested. I mean, I know you were... you know..." He darted a glance around, hoping no one was listening. He was paranoid enough and this place just made him all the more so. He pulled out a chair for her and claimed a seat for himself, sighing and leaning back. "Maybe we should start at the beginning."

Shaking her head at his lack of understanding, she lowered herself down into the chair he offered her, leaving her cloak draped over the back as she leaned forward onto the table comfortably. She could sense his confusion, and his alarm at the consideration that anyone might overhear them, wishing he could calm himself a little. It was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate on listening and talking, the stronger his presence grew in her heart and mind. She was almost too aware of him because of it. "Where is the beginning?"

"The beginning. You know... My name is and so on. Like this..." He cleared his throat, as if he was taking this all very seriously. "My name is Jake Jensen. Captain Jake Jensen, to be exact. I'm twenty-seven years old and was born in Boston, Massachusetts. I have a sister, Jessica, and a niece, Jamie. I'm single, never been married, no kids."  He didn't go into what he did for a living as it was a little complicated, especially right now while he was in between jobs, so to speak.

She listened, taking all this in with minimal confusion, though naturally his birthplace was something of an enigma for her. And when he paused, she knew it was her turn to reply in kind, able to do so with little concern for prying ears. "My name is Leia Camden. I am twenty-six years old, and I was born in Fang, a village in the north of Allansia, my home country. After my father went to Arvanaith, my mother moved us to Port Blacksand, which is where I grew up. I have no family that I know of. I ..." Here she stumbled. Single wasn't a word she thought she could use to describe herself any longer, and yet the way he used it suggested that it was important he know she wasn't beholden to anyone. "I am single, never married, and I have no children." She eyed him thoughtfully, wondering just how much of this they were likely to do.

She hadn't really told him anything he didn't know already, except maybe for the part about her parents. The places she mentioned were as foreign sounding to him as Boston was to her, but the rest of it made sense. It was, as introductions go, fairly basic. He wasn't normally one to pry. If he really wanted to know something about someone, there were other ways of obtaining information, but if they really wanted to get to know each other better, one of them was going to have to get over their fears and ask questions. "Your father... What happened to him?" he asked, folding his hands on the table as he waited for her explanation, his attention all on her.

She smiled sadly, knowing that this was likely an explanation he would not wholly understand. "He was very old," she began, fondness for her elven father thick in her voice and expression as she spoke. "He had been feeling the call to go for almost two years before I was born, but he did not have the heart to leave my mother. It was only when he told her that by staying, he was risking never being able to reach Arvanaith that she insisted he leave and follow the call to his last days. It was his time." She shrugged lightly. "My mother raised me as best she could, but in the City of Thieves, there really was only one thing I could become. I was lucky enough to be apprenticed to one of the Guild Masters, though. It was a good time." Her gaze flickered over his face, a question on her own tongue that she held in check for now, knowing he was bound to have further questions to ask her.

Thankfully for him, he'd seen Lord of the Rings and understood the concept of the Western Lands, but he wasn't sure if that equated with this Arvanaith she was talking about. "Your mother... She was human?" he asked, remembering that she'd told him she was only half-elven, assuming her other half was human, though she hadn't said so. "Do all... elves go there when they're old?" he asked, his fingers twitching, wanting to reach for her hand, but holding himself back for some reason.

"If they answer the call in time, yes," she nodded, glancing down at his twitching fingers with a half smile. "If they do not, they are denied entry. It is thought that to ignore the call is to deny your right to an immortal soul. Only the old go of their own volition, clothed in their mortal body. Those elves who die a violent or unexpected death ... their bodies do not decay as human bodies do, but their spirits go to Arvanaith, to await a time for rebirth." From the expression on her face, that to her sounded rather strange and unpleasant to consider. "But yes, my mother was human. My father saved her life, and in return, she went somewhat goblin on him and locked him in her home until he admitted that he loved her." She laughed at this anecdote, understanding a little now of why her father had resisted so long.

He arched a brow, curiousity piqued, wondering what would happen if he did that very same thing to her, not missing in the irony in their stories. Though he was no elf, he had helped her escape from prison and taken a bullet wound in the process, which she had somehow healed. "Will you go there someday?" he asked, linking his fingers together just to give his hands something to do that didn't involve reaching for hers.

"No." She shook her head. It wasn't such a wrench for her not to go to her father's afterlife; she had no understanding of how deeply the longing for it affected elven folk, after all. "Though my father's blood lengthens my lifespan and gives me certain traits that are elvish, my soul isn't an elven one. I will never see Arvanaith, and ... well, I do not think I deserve to, in any case." She chuckled a little. "What of you? Your family, your sister? She must be very close to your heart."

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Undetectable / Re: Don't Stop Believin'
« on: March 23, 2013, 10:31:27 AM »
He turned to her as she stopped in the street, still looking a little forlorn, partly because she'd scolded him and partly at his own stupidity, but bristling a little defensively at the presumed assumption that he couldn't look out for himself. "I know I look stupid, but I'm not. I'm a trained solider. I know how to take care of myself, Leia. Don't worry so much." He knew his mouth got him into trouble more often than not, but he'd always handled it before. Then again, it wasn't just about him anymore, and he didn't want to get her into trouble. "Sorry, I'm just not used to... you know, being with someone."

It was her turn to bristle at his own assumption, that she didn't think he was more than capable of looking after himself. It wasn't the situation that had scared her, after all. "That wasn't what I meant," she told him, shaking her head as she looked away for a moment. Her eyes returned to his, daring him to question what she was about to say. "The consequences if that had gone wrong would have torn me apart. I don't want you hurt. And I'm sorry I stepped in. I didn't realise you wanted to test your strength against thugs who don't play by the rules." Okay, so maybe she was a little angry, but she didn't really have cause. He didn't know what was going on here, and she really didn't want to have to tell him.

What the hell was she talking about? He furrowed his brows, anger flaring, though it quickly faded. He just wasn't usually the type to stay angry very long. "I wasn't testing my strength," he countered, a little defensively again. "I don't know what I was doing. I just got excited and... I wasn't thinking. I said I'm sorry. Can we just forget about it now?" he asked, though he wasn't going to forget about it that quickly. He really was a stranger in a strange land. He was going to have to be a lot more careful.

Leia subsided quickly as soon as she saw the flash of anger in his eyes. "I did tell you I was infuriating," she reminded him with a wry shrug of one shoulder, sighing softly as she turned back onto their course. "I am sorry. I will try not to interfere."

"Leia, stop..." he said, reaching for her arm to stop her from turning away from him so quickly. He needed to make her understand somehow that it wasn't her fault. It was his.

"No, you need to stop," she said abruptly, turning back to him, allowing the hand on her arm only because she could feel herself wanting all over again. "This place is not some curiosity set here for entertainment, and it is not a dream you will wake up from if you get yourself into trouble. This is real, Jake. I know some of how this place works; there are other areas, other districts, where you will know more than I." Her hand rose sharply, grasping hold of his collar to pull him down to her, smothering his lips in a searing kiss to soothe the instinct of fear at even the thought of injury to him. "Don't get hurt," she breathed against his lips. "Don't get killed. I need you to stay alive. Please."

Again, he felt that prickle of wounded pride as she scolded him, but then she was kissing him and confusing him further, and he realized she was scolding him because she was afraid of something, afraid of him getting hurt, but why? Was it because she loved him or because she was afraid of losing him? She hardly knew him, and yet, he was feeling the same, but maybe for different reasons. He leaned into her kiss, all the anger going out of him, eyes drifting closed behind his glasses as he lost himself to her kiss for a moment. His eyes opened slowly and he looked into her eyes, hearing the pleading in her voice, his own eyes pleading for something he couldn't bring himself to say. Tell me you love me. Just tell me you love me and I'll stay with you forever.

"We should get some breakfast before we starve to death," he told her, hoping to change the subject, though he was still feeling like an idiot for what he'd done. Okay, so it wasn't a renfaire or an amusement park. He got that now.

If he'd spoken that longing plea aloud, he would have found an answer to soothe both of them on her lips. But he didn't make the words known, and she didn't have the courage to call him out, only enough to echo the plea in her own violet gaze as they stood, locked together in the street for what felt like an eternity, and less than a heartbeat. But he brought up the purpose of their outing, and Leia smiled, relieved that he seemed to have understood what it was she was trying to say. "Yes, you must keep up your strength," she teased, unable to resist. "I am infuriatingly difficult to hold down sometimes." She winked sweetly, and took his hand once again, leading him away from the waterfront and onto a street where abruptly she was the one who seemed out of place. They could have just stepped into any upbeat riverside district in any of the towns he knew.

He smiled, unable to stay angry or hurt in the wake of her teasing. "Sorry. I'm only human. I do need to come up for air now and then." He gasped when he turned the corner and the scenery changed drastically. It could have been Anytown, USA, or at least any handful of them. It even reminded him a little of his hometown back in Boston, in some ways. "Now, this is more like it," he said, taking the lead and tugging her along in search of some place that was still serving breakfast.

"Just air?" Leia laughed, unable to resist the urge to tease more, anything to see him smile again. "What are we doing looking for food if all you need is air?" Her laugh was decidedly suggestive as he took the lead, and her eyes were not behaving themselves, taking advantage of his walking ahead of her to appreciate his rear end with calculating intensity.

"Figure of speech. Maybe you don't need to eat regular meals, but if I don't get three squares a day, I'm good for s***. Two bare minimum. I mean, I've survived on less, but not by choice!" He stopped in the middle of the street and closed his eyes, taking in the smells and letting his nose in conjunction with his grumbling stomach choose for him.

"Three squares of what?" She might have come from a place named Port Blacksand, but Leia had spent a lifetime actively avoiding anything to do with ships and their terminology. Jensen was losing her in the minutiae of dialogue again. And now he was just standing there, sniffing the air. She looked around, prepared to wait for a certain amount of time, but not forever. Their surroundings were very unfamiliar to her. Something big and loud on four wheels rushed past, and she lurched away from it, her daggers drawn as a quiet yell of fright left her lips. "What is it? Kill it!"

His eyes popped open at the sound of an oncoming engine and his arm went around her waist to drag her out of the way, just as she lurched out of the way and drew her daggers. "People should watch where they're going!" he shouted at the departing vehicle, his mouth moving before he had a chance to think about what he was saying again. Fortunately, he didn't go so far as to flick his middle finger at anyone just yet. "Put those away, Leia. It's just some dumbass who doesn't know how to drive."

"That's a person?!" The incredulous disbelief on her face was comical in this calm modern street, proving the point in a way she could never have managed on her own that she was as much out of her depth here as he was. She sheathed her daggers at his request, glaring down the street at the being trundling away in a cloud of acrid smoke. Coughing as the exhaust fumes touched her nose and throat, she grimaced. "Whoever he is, he should go and see a doctor."

He broke into a fit of laughter as he realized she thought the car was a person, not the person driving it. "No, that's not..." He laughed again, the thought of that striking him funny, for some reason. That sort of thing only happened in the movies, or did it? No, couldn't be. Had to be someone driving. "Yeah, because he's got gas..." And for some reason, that remark gave him a fit of giggles again, laughing so hard he was almost crying, as he tugged at her arm and started down the street toward a bakery that was calling his name.

She was lost again. Delightful though his laughter was, she had no idea what was so very hysterical about someone breaking wind in such a foul way as they bowled people over in the street. But Jensen was laughing, and purely because of the bubbling of hilarity that she could feel from him, she giggled herself, drawn along in his wake toward somewhere that smelt vaguely like it might serve edible food.

By the time they got to the bakery, he was still trying to stifle the fit of giggles that erupted every time he thought about a car going to a doctor to have a check-up. Excuse me, doctor, I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I think I have gas. He'd been laughing so hard, he had to wipe the tears from his eyes before pushing open the door to the bakery. A little bell jingled quaintly as they stepped inside, a small group of people scattered at tables here and there. It was the smell that had drawn him here, and it was no wonder. The place smelled of fresh baked goods and freshly brewed coffee. "I think I just died and went to heaven," he told her as he took a look around.

At least it was vaguely familiar to her; most of the smells, anyway. Leia was still bemused, but smiling, as Jensen finally managed to get himself under control, softening as he looked around, clearly pleased with his choice. "Heaven?" Another word to confuse her. She sniffed curiously. "I can smell bread," she said thoughtfully, "and pastries. What is the bitter smell?"

"Coffee," he answered without hesitation. "Don't tell me you've never had coffee?" he asked, a little smugly. It was his turn to introduce her to some things she'd never experienced before, like the magic water room. "Coffee is the drink of the gods." He took hold of her hand, tugging her further inside. There were tables scattered about and a bar with stools lined one wall. Beyond that was a counter with a cash register where you placed your order, along with a glass case holding various kinds of baked goods. A menu on the wall behind the counter listed the various items for order. Carafes filled with various brews of coffee lined yet another counter, along with sugar and creamers of various flavors. He pulled her along to the counter, where he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the with the various aromas.

"Koffy," she mused, not really in any position to resist as he drew her further inside, guiding her into the enticing array of scents and sounds that made up the little eatery. "No, I have never heard of it. Is this going to be like the magic water room again?" There was a bit of a teasing flicker in her expression as she said this; after all, he probably didn't want to repeat most of what had happened in the shower barely an hour ago in the middle of a bakery.

He chuckled, trying not to think about having sex with her until they were safely back in the privacy of the little room they'd rented. "No. Some people probably think coffee is better than sex, but I'm not one of them." He looked over the choices before stepping up to the counter, where an older woman was waiting to take their order. "What can I get for you?" she asked, as she looked between the couple, who didn't look very out of the ordinary for Rhy'Din. An elf and a human. Big deal. She didn't even bat an eye.

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