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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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"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.

Trahearne hasn't been here long enough for much to go bad. That hasn't stopped him from hoarding canned food like the nervous, jumpy tree that he is though. So some things are just dusty. He didn't know what to do with the jar.

He set the jar and the salt down, he was going to try to prevent further mess. No need to make more of an idiot of himself.

"Right, good. I should- ah, I'll get some bowls I guess." Really he just wanted to keep moving, he wanted to be pacing like Cassian was a few minutes ago.

Well eat the stuff in it of course.

A bit of salt is added to the water, and when it boils, in go the noodles. He's just trying to pop open the sauce jar.

"... Yes I... well yes that would be a good idea."

And now we are back to worrying!

Trahearne paused, bowls in hand, and glanced over at Cassian. The distraction was failing, curse it all. Coming up with solutions was more his forte, not sitting and waiting. But here they were, sitting and waiting.

"I know very little of you Cassian, aside from that you know Tannusen and are 'catholic'," he said calmly, not letting any of his own worry show in his voice. "He has mentioned you reside in Everglade, which makes me curious. Why there? Especially with the recent situation involving the city guardians, I would imagine few would want to live there at all."

He couldn't convince Cassian to pick a topic to talk about, maybe he could talk about something anyway. Something to draw his attention, hopefully.

"He's not told me much of you, either. Other than you are a tree." He stirs the noodles a bit, absent.

"Everglade.... reminds me of home, actually. It's very close to how I recall my own home being for the longest time. Fog and all." There's a soft, weak laugh attached to that. "I really should move out, there's no point in being stubborn and sticking around. I can't move the subgate though, and that is where I live there. If I could just pick up the entire thing and push it somewhere else, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"Maybe that is for the best, I'm not sure what he'd say about me." Very little that was factual, surely.

"Not wanting to leave what little bit of home you have here is understandable." Trahearne had considered a subgate before but what would it do him but make him miss those he couldn't return to more? "One would have to be quite capable to live there I imagine, even withen a subgate. It reminds me of a place a travelled a great deal in on my own world. I wouldn't call it like home, however."

"He seemed fond of you." From... what he could tell at least. He wasn't exactly sure what the specifics were but... fond!

"Understandable yes, but it doesn't stop it from being silly." He checked the pasta as he went on. "What place was this then? You don't sound terribly fond of it."

If the note was any clue, yes, fond was close enough. Trahearne didn't always know what to think of Tannusen and less often, what Tannusen thought of him. He had a hint now.

"Given that we're all trapped here, I wouldn't call it silly." Trahearne finally set the bowls down near the sink and turned to lean against the counter. All green and brown and glowing faintly even with the light on, Trahearne didn't look like a thing that belonged in a modern kitchen.

"I can't say I am fond of it, despite how much time I spent there. I doubt the name 'Orr' means anything to you. It's- was a corrupted land, though it is still plagued with hordes of undead. Not controllable or manageable undead." An important distinction when one was a necromancer. "I'm afraid I have trouble reacting calmly to Everglade's native undead. From what I've heard, it's not a safe place."

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