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[ action | closed ] terrible things happen to good people every day

xxxxxxxxxx"Consequentially, I am not one of the good people.
xxxxxxxxxxI am one of the terrible things."

xxxxxxxxxx — Marianna Paige

Who: Cassian Lynch, Trahearne, Abel Nightroad, Tannusen (and possibly more, will add as needed)
What: Multiple threads involving the Quiet Minds event and its aftermath.
When: First thread is on Friday the 13th. Subsequent threads are anything from a few hours to over a week later.
Warnings: A LOT. Graphic violence and gore, on-screen character death and dismemberment, cannibalism, attempted sexual assault, mentions of past assault, and more angst in the aftermath than you can shake a tree at.

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Okay he... he had a point there, didn't he? "I don't want him to be hurt..." Was that the apology? For causing him this pain anyway? He didn't want to apology, he wanted Tannusen, whole and safe, right here. That's it. It wasn't so much to ask now, was it?

"... I feel like I am helpless."

"I know," he replied, voice softer now Cassian seemed to be relenting. Trahearne was already tense to have to defend himself and his cats from the risk of Tannusen's worse half winning and coming back here... But now he had to watch Tannusen's friend as well. He'd watched after more, much more, though those times he had an army at his back.

"Where we can help comes in later, when this is over and there is cleanup to do. If there is cleanup to do. Let's make it as easy for everyone involved as we can and rest now." They might need every bit of their strength should the good half of the tiger fail.

"I should have disabled some of the wards before he spoke to me. I should have shut them all off." His other half didn't want the good side of him getting hurt, but... Well this particular half was personally disgusted from what he knew of his doppleganger. Better off that he die in there, right?

As long as Tannusen stayed in one piece.

Trahearne didn't know the house in question or the wards or exactly what was happening other than it was bad. Bad enough that he doubted Cassian had much time to do anything. Tannusen wouldn't give him much time, he figured.

"Should anything of the sort happen again, you will have a better idea what to do then. Right now, you'll do yourself no good by finding faults in your actions in a desperate situation. Best we think of what we will do when this blows over. Please, sit down." He was going to keep asking that until Cassian actually sat down. He wasn't moving away from Cassian until then, he couldn't risk him bolting from the door and ending up hit by the fear spell in those marks.

Yeah it was bad, it was real bad. He had a house full of booby traps that could be activated on voice by a guy who took no issue with carving out human hearts and eating them raw, it was bad.

He was still pacing as Trahearne spoke, clearly unwilling to actually take a seat any time soon. "I can't. I cannot sit down, I'm sorry."

Trahearne crossed his arms and watched Cassian go. Well he couldn't blame him for needing to move, Trahearne would kill to have more to do than just wait. He'd drag Tannusen back by the scruff of his neck if he thought he could that without getting an arm ripped off.

"We can talk, if it helps. About something else."

"What on earth else is there to talk about?!" He scrubs his hands through his now short, poorly cut hair, trying to clear his mind.

"What on earth can we possibly talk about, there's nothing to talk about!"

"It was a suggestion, nothing more." Trahearne shook his head and turned to go to the kitchen, he needed to pick up all that glass.

... Well now he feels bad. Maybe he should like.. go in after him and apologize for being ru-

Door's unblocked. Apparently, his unpleasant half also got the lions share of problem solving skills, because he heads right for that door and then

Trahearne might be treated to a stuttering shriek, a few things toppling over, and now Cassian is back in the couch bed with every possible blanket pulled up over him.

Well. That went well.

Trahearne couldn't say that wasn't exactly what he was expecting to happen. Nothing cut a meltdown in half like a fear spell, even if it created its own, unique kind of meltdown in the process. He calmly dumped the glass on the dustpan into the trash can, set it and the broom down, and went out into the living room again. At least he hadn't knocked over Caladbolg on its stand in a corner, that would've hurt. The house plants could be replaced.

"If you recall, I did warn you that you wouldn't like what that did." He reset the mark on the door before going over to check on Cass. From a distance, it felt like the spell had passed but he couldn't say how exactly it would effect someone not from Tyria.

Lifting the edge of a blanket, he tried to peer under the pile at Cassian. "Are you alright?"

HE WAS WARNED. IT WAS A MISTAKE HE REGRETS EVERYTHING. He wants his other half back, full Cassian would have at least tested the door to see what kind of spell it was.

HE REGRETS EVERYTHING.

He's also super sorry about those house plants.

Trahearne would peer in to see a pair of skewed glasses on a bone white face, eyes as wide as saucers. It was less the fear now and more sheer surprise that anything could have that kind of effect on him that quickly.

Hell, he's so startled he doesn't even have time to fix his accent or wording.

"Aye..."

"The door is still warded, you should leave it alone. You should be fine now, the spell doesn't linger." It was kinda awkward to just stand there and wait so he let the blanket back down. Cassian could emerge in his own time, maybe fix his glasses first or something. That had to be embarrassing, it was never fun to be on the wrong end of a fear spell.

Yes. Yes it was. He's not entirely sure leaving this blanket is a good idea, actually. He kind of wishes maybe he could just like disappear into the mattress and maybe not come out or be seen in public.

... He does slowly leave it though, bright pink and fixing his glasses.

"Thank y... you. Sorry. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"It's understandable." He smiles warmly over at Cassian, no he's not very judgemental. He set that mark, he knows just how strong it is as well what kind of stress Cassian must be in. This extended vacation while his own world was in trouble was a special kind of hell for Trahearne some days.

"Now, I apologize for this, but who are you? I know you're friends with Tannusen and possibly responsible for the mood he's been in lately. Yet, other than that, I don't know much about you, even your name. He hasn't shared much with me about you." It wasn't even a sure thing that Tannusen had explained who he was.

Right well.. at least now his brain was a little clearer, startled from his panic by... well more panic. Funny how that worked.

"I'm not surprised. He's only ever referred to you as The Tree. I don't see anyone here fitting that description really." He sighed, running a hand through his hair again.

"My name is Cassian Lynch. I'm... sorry if I've put him in a mood, it's never really been my intention, I just like spending time with him. If I had any idea I was ever upsetting him-" Well okay we're getting in a bit deep now.

Trahearne's expression was very blandly polite as he listened, he didn't want to show any amusement. Well that would explain the mood, seems Tannusen hated admitted his feelings more so than Trahearne had thought, even after Cassian handed over the note. It was almost endearing if it wasn't so frustrating to deal with. Especially while he was off killing his other half like a maniac!

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Cassian. I wouldn't worry that you've upset him, he handles many things in an odd way. Such as only calling you 'The Catholic', a term I wasn't even familiar with at first. I am Trahearne, so now we both at least know each other's names." He rubbed at the back of his neck and looked over to the kitchen. "Are you sure you don't want anything? There's not much I can provide in way of distraction right now unless you want food or a book."

Don't laugh, he's already pretty upset right now as it is, he's definitely not taking this entire situation as well as he could be. This was definitely not the stoic half of him... if... if there was any stoicism in him at all to begin with.

"The Catholic?" A beat, and then a soft sigh. "It's a religion. I'm a priest. I guess it... makes sense." Had both of him been together he'd probably be considerably less upset to know that Tannusen couldn't even bring himself to use his name. But then he did call Trahearne "the tree" so...

"... Food. Food would be nice."

"Food it is." Trahearne's not great at comforting people outside, well, just telling them they have to keep doing shit. That's all he was ever really told, so... He headed back to the kitchen, reasonably sure that Cassian wouldn't be making another break for the door.

"Do you have a preference for anything in particular?" he called from a rectangular opening in the wall that looked over a tiny bar, a couple of chairs, and into the main area.

"I can't really cook," he admitted, as an afterthought.

Yeah no he's not going for that door again. That... that seems like a poor idea now. He does actually follow Trahearne to the kitchen however, trying to keep his brain about himself this time.

After all he just totally made himself look like possibly the dumbest person alive so-

"You don't?" ... Well. Maybe that was because trees didn't eat people food? Maybe? He doesn't know his conversations with dryads at home were usually pretty short.

"... Pasta is pretty easy."

Trahearne quickly closed the cupboard on a great deal of cheap canned food, embarrassed. He wasn't expecting to be followed and wasn't really sure what was "normal" food. This had less to do with being a plant and more with a severe lack of socialization. Or anyone making him food until the last three years at all. Even then, it was mostly army rations and no more appealing that what he'd usually eat.

"Ah, is it now?" He smiled politely at Cassian. He really, really can't cook...

"I think there's some in the cabinet next to the fridge..."

"Yes, just boil water and throw them in." Cassian wasn't that great of a cook either but he'd been having to feed himself for a very long time now, so he knew everything about the basics.

Digging through the cabinet turned up some elbow noodles.

"We'll just need a pot, some water and some salt... We'll want sauce to go on them too, they're rather bland on their own."

Trahearne nodded and ducked to retrieve a pot from a lower cabinet. He didn't know what to do in a kitchen aside from use the microwave and boil water but he could do what Cassian said. So the pot was filled with water, set on the stove, and he went to rummaging for salt and hopefully a jar of sauce of some sort.

"Mmm, I should've looked up more on how to actually do this." He shook a little container of salt to see if there was anything left in it and sprayed himself with it. Whoops.

"...I never feel like dedicating much time to it."

"If... if it helps, I really don't know as much as I should about it too. But it's a bit like crafting potions and charms, all you have to do is follow instructions as you read them." But pasta has like two. Boil water add noodles.

The end!

"Careful with the salt, adding it to the water keeps the noodles from sticking together. It's at least a little necessary. What did you find for sauce?"

In Trahearne's defense, he can feed himself just fine, he's still not used to having nice things like stoves, spices, or a place to eat that isn't swarming with things that want to kill him. Microwaves were really convenient.

"I see. And, um-" He holds up a dusty jar of cheap tomato sauce. "-this will work?"

Cassian seemed good and distracted at this point. Good, mission accomplished. Being a failure at cooking wasn't part of the plan but it helped.

He will have to agree on that. Microwave dinners have made the chore of cooking a lot easier. He's kind of been living off of ricearoni for like... over fifty years.

It's more flavorful than what he could make.

"Yes, that will be fine." He's not exceptionally picky anyway. What's that about expiration dates? That's a government conspiracy to make you buy more garbage.

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