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.

Comments

[kinesicist]

"Okay, then don't stare." Cassandra murmured, her lips tugging in the corner in faint amusement at Jessica. "I can see you not staring. If you walk into something, I will also not see you not falling over."

Cass moved to the door, tugging on the handle and opening it with relative ease. Hn, too easy.

"Who does not lock their home?" Cass murmured before looking at Jess. "Stay behind me."

[notaparker]

"Well, if nothing else, it'll distract whoever it is whose house we're accidentally breaking into," I say, bringing my gaze down more to the usual level, now that I'm behind her and that's a little safer. I mean, I still keep it high.

...those are some scars, all right. That's a gunshot wound in the shoulder, there. Peter was shot once. I remember the experience. It wasn't a great time and seeing it and the other evidences of damage makes me swell with a kind of angry sadness. Not the time to address it, though, and maybe not my place.

"We should really find you something to wear before the horror movie rules kick into effect."

[kinesicist]

Her head tilted up, turning over her shoulder to look at Jess with a blank expression on her face. Brow furrowing, her nose wrinkled asking without words before she realised and opened her mouth to ask verbally instead.

"What are horror movie rules?" Cass asked confused, her gaze darting to the areas that she would hide in if she were lurking in wait. Empty. Hn. But sound, faint, there were people here.

[notaparker]

"It boils down to the more comfortable you are with your body, the more likely you are to get horribly murdered," I say, turning to peer all around us.

Really, really wish the superpowers had kicked back in. The knowledge that my spider-sense was up and running would make me feel a lot more relaxed. As it is, all I have is the usual human-sense of paranoia to rely on, and that one's already working overtime.

"Um, but that's just because the movie industry is weird about woman, that's probably not going to- whereabouts? Should we find them?"

[kinesicist]

Cass turned to look at Jess, her eyebrow raised at that statement before she smiled, letting out a soft laugh.

"They can try," Cass murmured, picking up an object before offering it to Jessica. "Use this as a weapon if you need to."

Cass turned towards the sound, considering their options before nodding. "Quiet though. Can you do quiet?"

[notaparker]

"I'll do my best," I say. Which isn't bad. My focus with Barnes is usually on combat stuff more than sneaking stuff, but I can sneak a bit.

"Even if now I kind of feel like the bad guy in said horror movie scenario."

[kinesicist]

Cass didn't pick up an object she could use as a weapon because she was a weapon. Even now, naked, she was more dangerous than most people. Whoever had kidnapped them would regret their decision. Her feet were quiet as she crept forward.

"Do better than your best," Cass replied simply. "We're not the bad guys. You're not the bad guy."

[notaparker]

"Is that like giving 110 percent? Because I have mathematical issues with-" I say, and then cut off, because I think possibly I heard something.

Possibly what I heard was me, talking when we're meant to be creeping about. I should really watch that.

[kinesicist]

"No, it is about perception. Yours and your ability and the truth." Cass replied simply, head tilting and turning towards the sound before she moved. "Stay here."

And then she moved towards the sound, sliding into the shadows and moving with a rather graceful, eerie speed.