Home Plot 6 - 1, 2, 3 - 2012

[tooprettytodie]

Valkyrie had gotten used to the sounds of the jungle during her time on Tabula Rasa. She had already been accustomed to the sounds of the beach from home, but jungle sounds were a lot different from city sounds. For some reason, the absence of them startled her awake more than any other shift in her environment did.

The room she was in was bigger than her hut, she could sense that right off. Even if it was so dark she could still barely see out, the room felt big. She tried to control her breathing and act like she was still asleep, straining to see if there were any sounds that would give away where she was. There was nothing though, other than the generic sounds of a large building.

Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she tried to get a gauge on her surroundings. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she thought someone was playing some sort of trick on her.

She was back in her Uncle Gordon's home (although legally it was her home), back in Ireland. She'd had this dream before, although never quite so realistic as this. Did that pinching thing really work? Valkyrie pinched herself and sure enough it hurt. So, she was not, not asleep? Or something, that really had confirmed nothing.

There was one way to tell if she wasn't on the island though. She was almost afraid to try it, afraid that it wouldn't work and what that would mean. Holding out her hand, Valkyrie clicked her fingers.

And flame leaped to the tips.

"Yes!" Valkyrie shouted, laughing almost hysterically. It worked, her magic worked. She was home.

"I'm home! I'm really home! Skulduggery! Uncle Gordon! Anyone here? I'm home!"

She knew the chances of anyone but her and her uncle's echo, but she didn't care. She didn't care who it was from her world, she just wanted to see someone.

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[kinesicist]

Her brows furrowed, wrinkled in confusion as the other woman dropped down into a crouch. Leather tightening and stretching across her. Cass frowned at the words.

Her silence was absolute as she shifted, taking stock of where she was with quick glances. Cass let her hands drop, to her side fists uncurling as she looked at the woman.

"This isn't the island? This isn't home? I need to go back," Cass murmured. "I need to find the others."

[andhaveago]

Just because she's crouched doesn't mean Tanith's off her guard - she's fought monsters from here to London and back again. She knows what she's about. She doesn't have anything to offer the woman to cover herself, but it doesn't look too much like she's bothered. Tanith's got to respect a kindred spirit.

"Well, it is an island, but probably not the one you're looking for, mate," she says, almost mustering a note of sympathy. "I can take you into the house, but if you do anything out of line..." She grins nastily. "I assure you, you don't want to know what me and mine are capable of."

[kinesicist]

The grin was almost cruel, nasty, the way it turned at her corners. Her own brow furrowed, looking at the woman blankly unmoved by the threat real or not. Cassandra had faced the Joker, Lady Shiva, Croc, others and lived. She did not scare or intimidate so easy.

She simply shrugged her shoulders, letting her gaze dart to one side before staring at the girl.

"Okay," Cass replied simply. "Whose is the house?"

[andhaveago]

"House belongs to Gordon Edgely," said Tanith, flipping her blond hair back from her shoulders. "Who is pretty much the best author of all time. But he's also dead, so now it belongs to my good, good friend Valkyrie Cain."

She folded her arms.

"Your turn."

[kinesicist]

"Valkyrie? She's here?" Cass asked, the name causing a flicker of recognition to dance across her face as she looked at the woman curiously.

"I'm-" She paused before considering her answer carefully. Not Batgirl. "Cassandra. Cassandra Cain. Cass. No relation."