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ACTION for GENESSIA

BAY CAVE/BAY AREA

[It would take a bit, for her "sight" to catch up with her. Traversing suddenly across time and space left much of her vision temporarily behind, she'd have to be patient and wait for it to fully return.

To start to piece together where ever the hell she'd just landed.

In the meantime, in the blackness, she could sit here and contemplate about why she wasn't dead, a frustrating reality that she wasn't terribly fond of. Five hundred years too long, five hundred years of waiting and planning.

Five hundred years alone-

Her bare feet hit the shallow water in the cave, and as soon as she found a wall, she began to guide herself out. She listened to the hologram... if only because for a moment, she had been sure it was another person with her. The recordings refusal to respond to questions proved her wrong, however. Oh well.

Information was information.

At length, she could be found just outside the cave, ragged and stock still, listening to a cacophony of alien sounds in every direction. No expression on her face, her eyes hidden behind a tattered cloth, a reaction was... hard to judge.

No, she doesn't care if she's in someone's way, go the fuck around her, dick.]

[[OOC: HERE is a permissions page! What's that page for? Well when Theresa starts getting her 'vision' back, she'll be able to see the past and future of the people around her, and your character can totally be included on this! Please feel free to hit this up with whatever you'd like her to 'see' from you!]]

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Syeira wouldn't have considered the woman in her way. No, she approached the lady directly, once she'd gotten a good look at the figure. She looked like she'd been through something, and the cloth around her eyes just propelled Syeira closer.

"Madam? Are you all right?" Hurrying steps took her close, and she reaches out to touch the woman's arm, light and gentle, not wanting to startle her.

She heard her coming, at least. Touching her arm would, for a moment, be like resting a hand on a statue. Stiff, tense, so much energy all loaded up and ready to retaliate. The immediate question of her status, however, seemed to take the edge off of it.

Her shoulders dropped, just barely enough to be visible.

"I have been worse." Like dead.

She'd been super dead.

"I'm in a pathway, I assume."

It's not exactly an encouraging answer, and the light touch turns slightly firmer. An offer of support.

"Don't concern yourself. There's room to go around. Take your time."

People could damn well walk around.

"I can help you to a bench, if you need to rest."

Oh she wasn't suggesting that she was going to move. It was more a confirmation of her location. And the insistence that she doesn't have to move? Well proof that she won't have to worry about getting run over by anything.

Good.

She'll stay right here.

"I'll be fine." No sitting, she doesn't need that right now, trust her. "There was a recording, of sorts, within the cavern." Where she had been prior was pieced together by the sounds of it, and the feel of the wall.

"The name of this world is Genessia?"

For all that the recording answers, it leaves much to be desired in the way of explanation, on more critical things.

"Yes, that's right. If you have more questions, I'll do my best to answer them, though I'm still working figuring things out myself. My name's Syeira."

When she gets her head about her, she might go for the pamphlets, if only to get a map so she can find her way out of this goddamn sensory nightmare of a city.

For now, though-

"Ward of Gorion." Have fun being the prophet's version of a mic check, Sye.

"I'm going to need a map, when my senses return to me properly. There is a stand nearby, is there not?"

Theresa couldn't have shocked her more if she'd reached out and flicked Syeira between the eyes. The event was about the same. The surprise was immediate, jaw dropping and her head rocking back as if from a blow.

And the lady just keeps on, like she hadn't just thrown Sye for a loop. But the ingrained habit to do for others has Syeira moving, if a bit shakily, to grab one of those pamphlets with a map in it, for the woman.

"I- yes, just here." Move. Do. Help. She hands the glossy paper towards the blind women. "Do you know me, ma'am?"

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The response was proof enough to her that everything was working correctly, her gift still very much intact. Thank goodness, right?

She took the offered map, obviously appearing to look at it and actually read the stupid thing.

"To an extent, though not personally."

"To what extent, then?"

Look, it was just wise to know, at this point. After two demons had constantly tried to label her among their kind, she's a bit edgy about those who might be able to pick up things about her. Or in this case, know her, even by reputation.

"There are many things I can see, both what has happened, and what will eventually become. You, Syeira, are no different in this matter."

She had to pause at a section of the map. Seemed like a road here might eventually be changed, or a path wasn't as consistent as she might have hoped.

"Your final chapter is beyond my sight, but everything else is as clear as the pages of a book."

She's a seer! Well, that was relieving in some small way. In others, not so much.

"If you're able to help it, I'd recommended not looking too hard at me. It... unsettled another lady who tried once."

It had horrified the woman, and she'd nearly passed out from whatever it was she'd seen. The lady had avoided even looking at Syeira ever after, and she carried a bit of guilt over it since.

"I wouldn't want to cause you unnecessary pain."

"I've already seen quite a bit." Crisp and cool, still not 'looking up' from the map as she moved to trace a line that wasn't there yet with her finger, before finding the path that was actually written.

"You don't need to worry about me, or my constitution, but your concern is refreshing."

"As long as you're all right then."

Syeira can feel heat crawling up her cheeks. How much is 'quite a bit'? There were plenty of things in her life she'd just as soon keep private, but did she date to press further?

Perhaps not just now. This woman at least didn't seem to dislike her, for whatever had been seen. So that was something to work with.

"Might I have your name, madam?"

Despite her behavior, in all honesty there was very little Theresa genuinely disliked. If... only because she had no large opinion of it either way. You'd be more hard pressed to find something Theresa actually cared about.

Albion was up there! And uh... Yeah.

Yep.

"Theresa." No titles attached to it, though there never usually was.

"I must get to Fayren, this city is far too busy for me, I am afraid." She's liable to get hit by a car, she's well aware of this fact. "Can you escort me to the archway?"

Well, Syeira never gave out more than her own name anyway. Hero of Baldur's Gate and Trademeet always seemed like bragging, when all she'd done was the right thing. And Bhaalspawn or any version of that identifier she had always found distasteful. Being a Child of Bhaal was nothing to be proud of.

"Of course!" Yes, this is good. Helping Theresa out of the main city is a very useful activity. Better than standing there wondering just how hard she had just been judged. She offers her elbow, politely, guiding Theresa's hand to it if necessary.

"This city is very... overwhelming."

A very useful activity, and one that she knew Syeira would be more than happy to take, with or without the knowledge that the seeress had scryed into her personal life. She took the offered elbow, gesturing forward.

"Quite overwhelming. It will be far easier once we're in a less populated area." Looked like night time would once again be her usual preferred hours of operations, just like home.

"I'll only need a guide to the archway, at the very least. Once out of the city proper, I should be able to navigate on my own." The archways themselves seemed to be rather stable in their positions, so at least she'd never have to worry about that shit.

Syeira didn't and wouldn't argue about Theresa's abilities to get around. She knows better than that. Never judge a book by its cover, and all. (~~Except in certain cases, when those covers are creepy as hell and your instincts are screaming at you. Fuck Bodhi. May she burn in every level of the Nine Hells.~~)

"I stay mostly in Fayren myself, if you'd like a tour. Or if you should need anything."

Look, her method of getting around is perfectly ethical. It's everything else she does that's questionable here.

"I will need things later, of course." She's not really super keen on that job shit not even going to lie. She doesn't like people nearly enough to work for them or with them and she's pretty sure that's all there is here.

But she's not going to rely on charity either, she's got some shit to think about.

"For now, I'll spend what I've been given on shelter in Fayren. The free room I've been given in Genessia is of no use to me." Since she can't fuckin tolerate it in here.

"That seems terribly unfair." Considering her circumstances, whoever dragged them here should really have taken Theresa's needs into consideration. A free month of lodging does a person no good if they can't use it.

"If there anything I can do to help, please just ask."

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"Life is seldom fair. You work with what you have been given." Shitty as it was, she'd been in far worse situations. If anything, this entire ordeal right now was little more than an inconvenience.

"If I manage to think of something, I will certainly tell you, Syeira."

[Miraculously, Ted does not collide into perhaps the one person in the world less sensate than himself. She still arrests his walk, for she looks very interesting. How does she stand so still? What's with the blindfold?

There's only one conclusion: she's a performer. One of those living statutes he's heard about. With a scale in one hand and a sword in the other, she'd be the picture of Justice.

He'll occupy a nearby bench and stare a while, granting the attention she so obviously craves.]

[It takes a moment... a minute or two, before that vision starts to hazily swim back, a concoction of past, present and future, blending into one impressionist mess in her minds eye.

There's someone there, but since hey, he's just sitting there, clearly minding his own business, she won't bother with him.

Instead, her stance relaxes, and she just starts to walk, occasionally moving around holes, puddles and obstacles that were or would be.

But generally just heading off in a sort of... eastish direction.]

[Ted's impressed for that minute or two, unsure of how long these performances generally last. Is it rude to depart? Should he throw money? Where to? He was prepared to hold out for five, maybe seven...

Oh, there she goes. Show's over, he guesses, though he's starting to doubt it was a show at all. The audience is typically acknowledged in those. Should he have applauded at some point?

Well, it can't hurt to make introductions. Despite not taking off her fold, she inexplicably seemed to know where she was going. Huh. Once she passes by, he'll quit the bench himself to follow.]

That was very well done, Ms...er, I'm Ted, rather. Are you new to the world?

[Oh.

The stranger followed. She stops, if only because her foot has reached the end of a quite real curb, though at some point it seemed to have stopped earlier, or extended longer.]

Yes.

[Asking about what on earth he was talking about didn't seem terribly important. Used to all measure of mockery and theatrical sympathy regarding the state of her eyes, it just sounded like one more jab in a long line of them.]

[He had to laugh at the minimalist response. Who could ask for better in conversation than a woman of few words?]

May I have the pleasure of your name?

You may.

[Adventures in teeth pulling begin.]

Excellent! What is it?

Theresa.

[Once the sound around her dies, she... begins to attempt this street crossing thing. Tricky matter, really. The roads of Bowerstone as she recalled them were never so full of vehicles, and after her self-imposed exile to the spire, the idea of having to ever navigate a more lively crossing hadn't really sprung to mind.

She never foresaw being here, after all.

So yes, there's going to be a few cars jolting to a halt and blaring their horn as she stubbornly marches across the street, barely flinching at the honking.]

Oh, that's a mysterious one. Goodness, what did that one mean? "Summer" or maybe "harvest", or--

[Through a combination of his silly assumptions, blather, general obliviousness, and Theresa's confident gait, he'd assumed she was blind in one of those superficial ways. More of a fashion statement. The honking horns disabused that notion and snapped him to action.

He'll run up and bridle carry Theresa across if he has to. It's the chivalrous thing to do. Aren't old ladies supposed to ask for help crossing the street? Maybe he should've offered...]

[Obstacles that lay idle were easy for her. A lamp post wasn't likely to pick itself up throughout the day, giving her any number of guesses as to which vision she was getting was the current one.

A bench, same story.

A car, less so. Especially considering the sheer amount of cars that could be in a place at any one time at any point of day.

Even when one wasn't near her, she'd stiffen as if expecting an impact, while at other times, she could be scant inches away from being struck and show no obvious reaction to it.

The sensation of Ted attempting to put his hands on her was unappreciated. He'd find his wrist caught in an iron grip instead, and the man could either yank himself free, or find himself bodily dragged alongside her.]

[If only these damsels in distress made it easy for him. Just his luck he gets the obstinate one with super strength. Yet his will was no less rigid; he must stay the course, no matter how futile. Dragged it is! May the Lord spare them vehicular death.]

[Somehow, they make it to the other side. There's a couple of drivers who have a couple of issues with Theresa's method of street crossing.

Note to self, never, ever be in this city, ever again. She's decided she cares very little for the car. It's a stupid invention.

Once safely on the curb again, she releases Ted.]

If you wish to help me, you can do so by informing me when the street is clear.

[Pure incredulity flashes across his face. The woman has nerve, he'll give her that much.]

I thought--why didn't you--

[How is she the one less alarmed than him? You know what they say about assuming. He figures she's not the kind to listen to argument, no matter how righteously deserved. He'll just...dust himself on and regain some semblance of composure.]

Miss, if you're unfamiliar with the land, pray allow one better versed, like myself, to guide you through it. Especially with your...privations.

[So smooth.]

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[Yep. Yep that happened. She's going to keep doing it too, strap yourself in, slugger.]

Then I would be appreciative if you guided me elsewhere.

[The pause isn't to give him a chance to decide if he wants to or not, it more appears like she's considering something that only she is privy to-]

Fayren, specifically.

[Just what he wanted: appreciation. One road rager helpfully advised to "USE THE CROSSWALK, ASSHOLES" before speeding off.]

Good idea; horses can't run one over nearly so well. All right, take my hand or my side as necessary. And for the love of all that's holy, let's avail ourselves of the call buttons in our pursuit of being perfect pedestrians.

[He's a little annoyed, but still radiating the kind of cheeriness that comes only from gratitude after having one's life graciously spared. Still too exasperated for manners though.]

How far does your blindness extend, anyway?

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[It's appreciation or nothing.

Most people would have settled with nothing. With the after and before-images of throngs of people swarming in and out, and finding some relative difficulty in sussing out the present from the rest of them, she has little choice but to take the offer of holding his hand.

At least it's not a crushing grip like it had been in the street.]

As far as one might imagine it would, without eyes at all.

[Rather bluntly, almost casually stated, the very edge of a deep and vicious looking scar just barely visible from beneath the blindfold.]

[Just once he'd like a stranger he helped to be an angel or demigod in disguise who'd bestow some blessing or enchanted sword for his surpassing virtue. With the unexplained strength, something was going on with the woman. Lord knew what.]

Without--oh.

[That probably wasn't much fun. He knew the city well and could carry on the usual daydream thoughts and mental meanderings while navigating the streets subconsciously.]

I ask because you seem to know how to get around, albeit vaguely. A contemporary city, we've found, is a bit much, but...well, how do you manage? Will you, ah, be all right living by yourself? Would a cane or a seeing-eye dog help?

[He's already thinking of a write-up in the paper. She didn't seem the kind he'd be able to herd into a hospice.]

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I have other methods of seeing. Some may find it unconventional, and more find it difficult to understand.

[Or perhaps, rather, she'd just as soon prefer not to spend the next ten minutes attempting to explain how one might see a full day and nights passage of time simultaneously occurring.

It would only spark more questions, each one more complicated than the last to fully describe.]

I will manage fine as soon as I am out of the city.

Heh, try me. We've time.

[It's about a half hour's walk to any other city, more for the detour they'd made east towards Attleton, rather than Fayren in the south. So many thrilling minutes of conversation lie ahead!]

Would handheld devices fall under your purview? The phone is very important here. Still got all your things from The Bay?

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