she left me roses by the stairs

[symmachy]

WHO: Scathach & Lancer.
WHERE: Her dojo, then elsewhere.
WHEN: RIGHT NOW
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Lancer comes to ask Scatty a favor, and conversations happen.
FORMAT: Quick.

[The week had been quiet. Things at the Institute had been going smoothly, and incidents in the City had been kept to a minimum.

She knew it couldn't last.

No amount of solo meditation could keep her from thinking of that. It makes the entire process of meditating more or less useless. After two hours of trying, she decides that there isn't any point in continuing on. Scathach sighs, opening her eyes and unfolding herself from her lotus position. She leans back on her hands, tilting her head to stare at the cream colored ceiling briefly. Maybe a little excitement will help. She just hopes it isn't the wrong kind.]

Comments

[lucke]

[He tosses her a fond smile.]

To my delight, not at all. Though you seem very well adjusted. That's a very nice outfit, for example.

[Seemingly satisfied with his examination of the room Lancer returns to her, openly looking her up and down as he spoke.]

So... You didn't answer my questions. I had the pleasure of being scooped up after my death at the hands of Lugaid. Its not the first time that's happened too. I hope this isn't a pattern..

[symmachy]

[She squints, unsure if he's being sarcastic or not. She's a little out of practice with reading him, for obvious reasons.]

I prefer practicality nowadays.

[Though, who says armor can't be practical?

Scathach mulls for a moment, crossing her arms and letting her gaze wander idly around the walls of her dojo. She ignores the way he looks at her and decides to give him a break.]

I was in San Francisco, but made a trip to France for a very short time. Then I was pulled into a shadowrealm and thought myself trapped.

[lucke]

San Franciso? So you visited North America, huh?

[Lancer's brow knits at the puzzling statement.]

How... is that possible...

[Surprise flashes through his body as the truth, at least partially, dawns on him.]

Wait. How old ARE you?! [He's a slow learner. And he didn't mean it the way it came out.]

[symmachy]

[If she had less training, she might have lost her temper at the question. Scatty has always been particularly sensitive about her age, as many Elders are. Her cheeks flush scarlet, almost the same shade as her hair, and she looks away, arms crossed.]

I've spent over... ten thousand years in the Earth shadowrealm and others.

[Never before has she looked more like an awkward teenager.]

[lucke]

[Giving a low whistle, Lancer regards his former teacher with respect.

SOMEONE ages well.]

Don't know what this shadowrealm business is, but I have to say. That's pretty impressive. I mean, I knew you were beyond the scope of a mortal life but never imagined the degree.

[He firmly plants his wrists on his hips, tilting his head to the side as the gravity of the numbers sank in.]

So I must be one heck of a fossil to you by now. [A puckish smile crosses his lips.]

Ooh. So that means you must have received word of my demise. I beg you tell me what such a word was like? Did it make you proud?

[symmachy]

[Canon is sketchy, but she might actually be cursed to look like a teen. What a curse, huh.

She considers his words for a moment, confirming her earlier belief. He'd known a version of her, to be sure--but "beyond the scope of a mortal life" seemed like a bit of an understatement. She opens her mouth to say so when he brings up his death, and the change is instant.

Scathach closes herself off; her shoulders hunch, her eyelids lull slightly. Her feathers seem somehow sharper than they were just a moment ago. Her hands remain pressed against her thighs. If they weren't, he could see them tremble just slightly.]

You died a warrior's death.

[The response is automatic, there's no real inflection to it. You died because I wasn't there is what she means. You died because I killed you. Twice.]