(2017-10-25) HandBasket- Part 1
HandBasket- Part 1
Summary: The twins decide they've waited long enough for Besa. Alt-Circe does something a=that will have consequences, and poor Fee gets dragged along.
Date: 2017-10-25
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NPCs: Players go below, other chars that deserve mention can be listed here
Scene Runner: Besa
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After some secret meetings with Alt-Circe, here she is. A short, thin blonde (who looks enough like a Masters that it's fair to assume she's related) is standing next to the patched crack in the Laundry Room wall. Her thin fingers trace the pattern on the wall, almost reverently. "I will hold the opening as long as I can. Between my Besa and yours….this should work." She reaches out her hand for the Besa object from this world. Her other goes to the necklace around her neck. Large eyes look between the two twins, "Please….find them both. I…I would like my Besa back." She pauses, glancing to the door, "As soon as she arrives, you can all go."

Here's the doozie of circumstances in which Fionnuala is in the wrong place at the.. wrong time. She's just here to wash her uniforms, she really has no intentions otherwise! Perhaps this enigmatic crew expected to be the only ones at this hour in the laundry room, but Fee is having trouble settling. She literally walks in with a small basket of clothing and sees the group preparing themselves for.. what? The only common denominator that Fionnuala shares with the Masters twins is, perhaps, a friendship with Besa.. though she hasn't that level of closeness persay.

Still she cares, and that look of open concern and wonder is plain-as-day in her petite features, her eyes rounded and brilliant with stored sunshine. They are glowing, practically; an almost lemon-yellow pulsing of pure energy. She is radiant with it.

"Besa..?" Her singsong voice interjects abruptly, she knows naught of the gravity of this moment. Brow knit, Fee asks again, "W-where's Besa?"
Rain pages: She is connected to multi-dimensions so she gets confused about which she is in and if a certain something has happened yet or not, and she had issues with personal pronouns, we, I, us, her, me etc

More like triplets as Legion, Rain's duplicate steps into existence next to the original "You think you are doing this without me?" Legion says mostly to Rain.

Rain is hesitant and a bit nervy in the presence of her sister from another dimension, "We will do what we can." she is dressed in the Athena mission uniform, two sword in hand. At Legion's appearance one is handed to her silently. Just like with her brother no words need to be exchanged. "In his version of hell." she says to Finn.

Schuyler doesn't seem to be particularly prepped for entering a Hell dimension as he also shows up. He's back in his non-school uniform of Black Goth…maybe he thinks it'll allow him to blend in more? But he has a couple of water bottles and a backpack over shoulder as well as a knit cap on his head. His hair, grown past his shoulders by now, is down for the moment. Noting Fee, an eyebrow arches and he signs, for his twin or her duplicate to translate, 'And we're going to get him back'. No mind-speaking with Alt-Circe around…no need to traumatize her after she offered to help them out. Instead, he approaches and reaches out to give her arm a gentle squeeze as if to say that they'll do their best.

Circe's head swivels, a soft smile at Sky. "They will join you." Who? After Rain hands over a rather well made ice cream bowl, both of the blonde's hands come together. She has a necklace in her other hand and she turns to face the crack, "It is what like he did. A battery." Except Alt Sky was using Atl-Circe as the battery. A soft voice, "I am sorry," and then she slabs the bowl into the wall, against the crack, and starts chanting. The bowl is ceramic, so it breaks loudly and easely. Most of it falls to the ground, but a shard stays in her hand and she starts using it to trace something in the air. A symbol. The twins may recognize it as the type of magic their mother sometimes uses. It emanates power, a definite pull from the crack, which is starting to glow a reddish orange. In the air a similar crack, an almost echo starts to form, Circe nods, head dipping towads it, "Find us!"

The girl was almost inclined to back out of the room before she was addressed, given all the details she could hope to need in the curt statement. Fionnuala meanders over toward one of the washing machines to set her basket down, heart in her throat due to both embarrassment and intrigue. She is therefore out of the way as Sky arrives, bright eyes following him as he goes to join those assembled. Fee yet remains politely silent as she observes the proceedings, eyes round and glowing… it is not quite clear what the girl will do from here as the ceramic bowl is broken and magic is worked.

Fionnuala is, lovably and to a fault, an impulsive girl. She misses Besa and she has a record player and a collection of well-played records to return to him. The shifter steps forth again, unsure of what she can offer but feeling suddenly that she truly must do something. "Let me help." She says lowly; her voice perhaps lost in the creation of this.. portal? Wow. She just wanted to wash her stockings!

Having little experience with this Circe Rain is a bit confused who is being referred to as they, does she dare ask? Legion pipes up before she has a chance "Good, always like random theys." unlike the original, Legion is spontaneous and takes things at face value.
rain doesn't know Finn well, if at all, just has seen her around and knows reputation possibly "It won't be fun" but she nods acceptance after giving a glance at Sky for his opinion. She watches Circe's magic, she is used to such displays from her mother, and only winced a bit at the bowl.breaking "If it gets us there, it is a worthy sacrifice."

'When we bring him back, we'll have Besa make you a new one,' is signed to Rain as he shrugs in reply to her unspoken question about Fee. The more the merrier? 'Tell her that it could be dangerous…' is offered before he looks to Alt-Circe with a curious expression. 'Us', huh? Maybe she's speaking for the two Besas? He then gives Fee a 'come on' gesture.

The traced lines begin to glow in the air, first blueish white, but then they quickly turn angry, raw and red. The crack in the air widens and Circe's sightless face turns towards the students, "Go! Now!" A frown settles as they go through, they have no idea what scarifies are going to be made for this rescue.

It's strange, as they pass through, the group may be mentally prepared for hell and brimstone. But instead, they get…fog. Lots, and lots of fog, not even smoke. The air is cool with it, a soft glow, but not sun or moon in the sky. It almost feels fake. There's barren rocks, a dead tree, but nothing else stands out. And there's definitely no Besas just standing there waiting to be rescued.

In response Rain's affirming nod: "What poor Besa had to deal with.. I would be a real ass to expect any sort of 'fun'." Fionnuala offers with a look of resolved sadness, and it is a mercy that she hasn't even deigned to dress in her usual flamboyance today. Fitted black denims, a dark burgundy peasantry top, hair pulled back into a halfassed ponytail. No fire engine red or canary yellow here.. just a girl who wants to help a friend out. Her reputation is an eccentric but rather unsullied one: many see her as 'good people', others as simply 'peculiar'.

Fee takes a deep, deep breath. She is every bit the Promethean, wanting to help the greater good! At Sky's 'come on' gesture, that galvanizes the girl's resolve and she moves to join them. She shall pass into what is not a realm of circling demons and lava and dragons but… fog. Fee opens her eyes, and immediately breaks out into gooseflesh.
Schuyler pages: Can my mindspeech work normally here?
Long distance to Schuyler: Besa nods.

Schuyler glances around at the fog as they go through and frowns. Now that Alt-Circe is behind them, he opens up his mind to speak to the four currently there, «We might want to hold hands or tie ourselves together or something. Just in case the fog separates us or…something.» Because he's read books…and has watched movies. He read the 'Sandman' comics! «Do the versions of Hell shift, do you think? Depending on who looks at it? Or who stepped in first?»

The air isn't moving, it does't feel like there's a breeze ever here. The portal/crack flickers behind them, staying strong for now. It's definitely visible in the fog. There's a roar in the distance, some animal, or perhaps a demon?

The shifter has not done much to make herself all-that-more noticible, ie. the wings haven't been manifested or the like. Her irises, still that of a brilliant whitish-yellow incandescence, flit to watch Sky as he reaches out with his mind. The tiniest startle in Fee's resolve but she focuses, 'listening' to what Sky is emitting. So does she… should she just 'think' up her response? Despite herself she answers lowly, trying to keep her voice calm and quiet. See? Fee can be subtle! She's just.. trying to wrap her mind around what has just happened. "It's a good idea… it's so dense, the fog." She admits, giving the area another onceover. "I don't have rope, so—"

A hand is held out to whomever is closest, whomever decides to take it unless another method is used to keep track of one another. THough, if Fee's hand is taken.. it shall be felt clenching briefly and tightly in response to that distant roar! Fee's head pivots upon her neck as she squints here and there.. unable to see much else beyond the fog! She looks anxious, but not necessarily scared.

«I brought rope.» Because Sky has read books and watched movies! He pulls the backpack from a shoulder an goes to open it, pulling out some rope, likely 'borrowed' from the gym or art room. Because one should be prepared when going on adventures into unknown hellscapes! The roar isn't registered, but he catches Fee's startle. «What?» is asked of her and his sister(s). «Need me to try and see what's there?»

Rope is tied, or held onto and everyone is connected. As they walk, forms can be seen through the fog, although they're generally dead trees and rock formations. Except for that one shape, on the left. That seems to be following.
You paged Fionnuala with 'It's smaller than you are, the shape.'

Whew! Fee composes herself and nods once, grateful for the boy's practicality. Her startle shall therefore not be felt but seen, regardless. "Did you hear that?" She asks of Sky as he poses the question in his silent way, eyes seeking him out again. "Something just roared, off in the distance.. but it's hard to really pinpoint where.." She explains, looking around again. Fee is not liking how this fog disrupts her long distance vision!

She looks back to Sky as he ferrets through his bag to produce said rope, a few beads clinking behind her head and within her ponytail where they have been woven decoratively. Now tied together, they walk onwards though Fee still seems a bit put off. Twice now she looks to her right, but she seems to really be paying mind to something to her left. "Something is following us." Fee whispers to Sky, treading closer to him briefly to do so. "To the left.. i-it's not huge though. Smaller, in fact, than us.."

<FS3> Schuyler rolls Lip Reading: Success.

Schuyler just gives Fee a blank look before he arches an eyebrow and answers her question, «No. I did not hear anything.» When they're tied together and start moving, he also glances around…but doesn't seem to see as well in the fog as some of the others. As the eccentric girl moves closer, he catches her thoughts and the movements of her lips as she notes that something seems to be following them. Glancing around, he tries to catch a look at the thing before reaching his mind out to see what it might be…or at least deduce it's intent.

The form stops when the students do, and then follows when they move. It may be eding a little closer, but it's not enough to get a better view without really trying.

It occurs to Fee that maybe… were she to move inward, some? 'Think' up her responses? Maybe it'd be safer then, especially in communicating with Sky. But it feels so.. alien to her. The very nature of her being as a shifter, right down to the other form she attains: it's hard not to speak. But 'lo, Sky figures out what she is warbling on about and her lips press together into a tense line, a hand gripping the length of rope as if she could channel her anxiety into the inanimate object. "Still following," She utters in her throat, she seems to slow a bit. Fee pivots on a heel then and tries to step a bit closer to the left, maybe to squint and attempt a closer look! This could go any manner of ways!

"Getting closer." Spoken again to Sky, her lips easily forming the words, though her eyes remain upon the form in the fog.

«It doesn't seem malicious,» Sky offers back to Fee as she nervously mentions that it's getting closer. «It's curious…» he frowns as he concentrates on the surface thoughts of the shadowy figure. He doesn't mention its familiarity yet. «I think if we're on our guard, we're ok…» for now. After all, they have Rain and Legion there with their swords.

The form stills when Fionn steep closer, maybe realizing it's been spotted. After a very long moment , a young child's voice rings out, "Are you possessed? You do not move like you are. But you have swords."

The girl startles again, but barely.. more of a sharp intake of breath than anything. The pointed thought of keeping 'on guard' is there, but the child's voice cuts through and into Fionnuala's resolve like a knife through butter. The form stills and Fee instinctively kneels to put herself down closer to this being's level. "I don't think I'm possessed! A little weird but not possessed, I promise!" She exclaims, her amicable nature easily roused at the thought of a kid possibly being here… unless the villains here are very good actors.

"Are you okay? Do you need some help? The shifter asks in her easy way, the odd syllable in her manner of speech bearing the slightest inflection of an accent.

Through this all both Rain and Legion have been silent. Not unusual for Rain, and it could be unusual for Legion, it doesn't seem like her though no one has had much experience with her yet. The two, both looking and moving indentically flank Sky and Finn, keeping them in the center. They know Sky has very little fighting skills and Finn is a virtual unknown. "As long as whatever it is keeps a safe distance lets not worry about it." Rain says softly "We have a mission here, et's not get distracted." Legion says after Rain, no pause between one girl and the other. As they move through the fog the keep thier attention on thier side, what one sees and hears the other does at the same time, so there is good coverage in front, side and somewhat behind them.

Schuyler continues to 'listen' to the shadowy form's thoughts as well as that of the others with him. As Fee speaks to it, his eyes narrow some, but he finally offers, «We have swords to protect us from things down here. Do you mean to hurt us? Why won't you show yourself? We won't hurt you if you don't hurt us.» There's a glance at Rain and Legion after he says that as if trying to get them to agree to that deal.

A soft laughter, not menacing, but amused, "I do not think I am the one who is in need of help." While his accent is there , it's hard to pin point. Edging closer, the child's out line can be made out clearly in the fog. He's not even 4 foot, but very thin, his clothes clearly hand stitched together from other clothes. As he edges closer, loose, floppy, perfect hair can be made out, and those large dark eyes that mark him as a very young Besa can be seen staring back at them. "You are not me. And you are not Them. What are you?"

The shifter will move along as bid to do so, but her eyes remain rivetted upon the space that the obscured form — child? demon? — occupies. This is a mission in which she is an afterthought, a newcomer, so she's not about to hold up production here when the sword-wielding young ladies elect to move on. Still, hearing a kid's voice in this foggy, unnerving bastion of stillness grates on Fionnuala some. When the 'child' laughs softly and makes himself visible to the group, Fee's eyes round considerably in her small face, one hand lifting to press to her mouth. Besa?!

A much younger Besa than the one who jammed out with her to Pink Floyd (well, as much as Besa 'jams') in the art room… but….? He asks of them his question and Fee is silent, shocked; it's not her place to answer, as she looks between the three she is with.

Rain is quite suprised by the appearance of a younger Besa, of course there is suspicion as well. This is a hell dimension, not everything can or should be taken at face value.

Legion on the other hand while surprised too, hers is a more pleased form of suprise "Besa!" she calls out estactically, "Not our Besa of course, but any Besa is a good Besa, really." there looks to be more but she is suddenly cut off by Rain.

"Who you mean, not what." she says cutting off her duplicate "We are friends of a different Besa." she keeps the answer straight and simple, not volunteering anymore than that for now "How many Besa's are there here?"

Schuyler didn't sense anything malicious, but then again, he also didn't dig deep. He tilts his head as he considers this younger version of Besa but nods as his sister asks the first important question.

The child blinks, confused, "…We don't have friends." That sounds like something he was spoon fed by priests! He has a belt that has some kind of make shift dagger in it, although it's not drawn. Although talk of other Besas doesn't seem to startle him. He's young, even though he's seen so many lives, trust comes easier, "17 now in our camp." That's said with a hint of pride. Dark eyes swing between the three, "Which Besa are you looking for?"

"Sure you do mini-Besa." Legion says gesturing to her group "You are looking at 'em." both Rain and her have keep their swords sheathed at the moment. No use looking like a threat…not that they do even if they try.

Rain nods to what her look alike says "That may be true for some of you but not all." while Legion's tone in speaking is all friendly and good natured, Rain's is more neutral in nature.

Schuyler gives a nod to Rain but then looks back to the younger Besa. «Can you take us to your camp? We'd like to meet all of you.» He glances again to Fee before looking back to the younger one to see his reaction.

"Friends would come this far." Fee offers in her sunny — literally, for her eyes continue to pulse with a like energy — way. She smiles, though she feels confused and a bit in over her head. What is this of a 'camp'? Of 'which' Besa? She quiets again to listen and watch, looking between Legion, Rain and Sky once more, her gaze settling upon the latter moreso as he looks to her. A slight nod, "Could you take us there?" She asks gently, her mind working as she cuts her gaze back toward the wee Besa, lips still curled amicably beneath worried eyes.

Besa's eyes widen, two identical white girls are saying they're his friends. Weird. They widen even more when Sky is suddenly in his head. He physically takes a step back, realizing that Sky's mouth didn't move, "You speak like the demons!" It's not enough to make him bolt, but he's on guard now. And now that Fee's eyes are glowing, this younger Besa doesn't seem so sure. "No…You will stay here. We will come to you." He quickly monkey climbs the nearest dead tree. He's fastm climbing is a very useful skill out here. His hand goes to his mouth and he lets out a call, which for those that can hear, sounds very much like the roar from earlier, just….higher pitched.

Yes, Rain and Legion are almost the epitome of white girls. Rich, white girls at that, but that is beside the point at the moment. "You mean he speaks like a demon." Rain and Legion say in unison as the both jerk a thumb simultaneously at Sky. "But trust us," Legion says "he isn't." finishes Rain. They go to the Besa's or the Besa's come to them. Both girls blink as Besa scrambles up and lets out a roar. »>That works?«<

Schuyler just gives an exasperated sigh, «I can't talk to Circe and I can't talk to him. Great. Some sort of useful I'm being…» He crosses his arms at his chest and glowers a bit in frustration. «I don't want them running away because of me.»

The shifter keeps her distance so as to not startle the boy further, though she looks concerned as the young Besa steps back and does not permit them passage to this camp. No, 'they' will come to them! It's perhaps for the best, though Fionnuala doesn't quite know what to expect! Will there be more.. Besas? There was talk before this whole escapade of such, right down to the kid asking 'which' Besa! So does that mean multitudes of Besas will come forth? Fee rubs the back of her neck and slides her palm up to knit into her hair and squeeze at at the base of her skull, eyes closing briefly as she thinks to herself.

The sound of the boy scaling the tree, monkey-like, and the triplets' reactions bring Fee back and she watches each for a time. Til' that roar! Fionnuala gasps lightly and looks at the dead tree and upwards, mouth agape. What the hell?!

Besa stays up in the tree, looking down at the bigger kids, "There are things even demons fear." What does that even mean?!? Feeling a little safer with the distance, he studies them. "Then why does he speak like they do?" He really is too thin, food mush be scarce in Hell.

"It's the only way he can speak." which is a lie, more or less, but only family knows that. "He was born deaf, but is telepathic to make up for it." Rain explains "Where we come from people having powers is pretty normal." Legion explains further "Telepathy isn't exclusively demonic, ya know."

Rain gives her brother a sympathetic look »>You're useful…and he is what…seven? He doesn't know better.«< she sends to Sky

Schuyler doesn't seem to look very convinced at Rain's explanation but he looks between the others before pulling his backpack off of his shoulders again and rummaging around for a second. He finally pulls out a wrapped granola/protein bar and offers it towards the Besa in the tree. «A peace offering, if you will.»

Fee is aware of how her stored solar energy can make her look. Ie. that brighter gaze, perhaps startling to a child. She listens to Legion's defense of her brother and in-turn, learns something new herself. Save for encountering Sky a handful of time, she knows so little about him! The very same for his sisters! A wistfulness to the girl's features, for she envies the siblings their bond. Fionnuala is, and always will be, an only child.

Fee stores away this nuggest of information, wondering deeply of the nature of the triplets' being but moreso, exactly who and what little Besa's 'roar' is calling forth. A sympathetic smile to Sky, next, as if to say 'what kids say, right?' .. though this little boy in hell is hardly someone to discount as a mere kid. Her eyes are rivetted to the offered granola bar, and Fee wonders… will the hungry-looking mini-Besa bite?!

Besa will hesitate on taking the offered bar, not knowing what it is. But once it's explained, his stomach vetoes any further concerns. He wrestles wight eh wrapped, clearly confused by the plastic before he gets to the food. "OOHH! I remember chocolate!" Obviously, these people are good guys, they have chocolate. It's sweeter than he remembers, but maybe that's just Hell. He ends back up in the tree, not giving much info. Instead he seems to be on the look out. It's hard to say how much time passes, it feels weird, like time is flowing differently here. But after some does pass, another roar, deeper, and closer, can be heard. The boy roars back, seems like maybe there's a rune magnifying the sound. "They are close."

Legion smiles brightly at the mini-Besa as he debates the offered food for a moment before being brave and going for it. Rain of course doesn't, not that she is frowning, she is just understandably wary, much like the young boy in front of them is. The roaring has both the girls looking toward the noise, hands tightening on the hilt of their swords, but it isn't the correct hand for drawing, so there is that.

Schuyler also smiles some as the bar is taken. He gives a nod to the boy, not wanting to spook him by mind-speaking again even with the explanation given. He then watches his sister(s), Fee, and the young Besa as well as glances around as if to gain some familiarity with the area. At some point he begins to fidget as they just wait.

"I think you were very useful." Fionnuala offers to Sky finally, with her having been so quiet and watchful for so long. She has noticed his fidgetting, as the group waits for what's to come. "You've made him glad.. won him over with chocolate." She says meaningfully, eyes glittering with that warm energy before lifting to watch the little boy in the tree, gnoshing the bar. The answering roar silences the shifter again and she jams her thumbs into both of the pockets of her denims, instead dropping her gaze to the base of the dead tree as thye all wait. The child in the tree roars again and Fee's shoulders jerk.

Had her wings been manifested, this would have easily been a 'flee' response; the shoulder movement unfurling the black halo and taking her skyward. Alas, Fionnuala remains firmly settled upon 'Hell's' ground. A foolish thought, borne of anxiety: hopefully nobody is rooting through her laundry. =_=

And just like a creepy zombie movie, out from the fog starts appearing approaching forms. None are as small as the Besa in the tree, and in fact, some are very much adult sized. And some are female. Almost all have weapons, although none are the khopesh bone sword. An older teen, maybe early 20's , moves faster, a slightly confused frown, "Sky? Rain? What are-" He's cut off by one of the female Besas, who gasps whens he sees the group and rushes forward crying out, "RAINER!" Strangely she doesn't head towards rain or her twin, but Schulyer. She's proof that the beautiful hair gene isn't just for boy Besas. Even in Hell, they all look like shampoo commercial people. "I knew you would come!" and before anyone can react (these Besa are all moving fast, do they have permanent quick runes up?) she's planting a solid kiss against poor Sky's mouth.

Well that doesn't seem to be thier Besa that is recognizing them, no, but at least they are recognized in some form or fashion "Uh hi all you Besas." Legion greets with a wave of her free hand. The yelling of Ranier has Rain looking toward the girl shouting it in confusion for a moment before realizing it isn't her that is being acknowledged. "Ewww." Rain and Legion say in unison with wrinkled noses when female Besa liplocks Sky, because her brother kissing anyone is still gross at her age.

«Chocolate seems to be a universal sign of camaraderie,» Sky offers with a wry smirk. He notices her flinch and the smirk fades, «Everything ok?» There's a quick look to Rain and Legion as well but he tries to still himself in the waiting. He's just anticipating some sort of fight and the adrenaline isn't helped by the waiting.

His eyes widen at the cadre of Besas that appear and he tries to scan them, looking for the mind that's familiar to him as they all sort of look the same at various ages and genders, apparently. His eyes do land on the somewhat older one who starts to speak their names but then he's rushed by another Besa and suddenly kissed! There's definitely shock but being a teenage boy, he's not going to push a kiss away! Only when the female Besa gives him some breathing room does he glance over at Rain/Legion and offer, his face flushed with color, «I'm Schuyler…»
From afar, Schuyler laughs

The dark-haired girl cannot help herself, the astonishment at the approach of so many Besas — male! female! young! older! — gives way to amusement. It's reassuring that all of these beings with their (still!) perfect hair recognize the other three. But when the one lady!Besa gets Sky in her grip and lays one on him.. Fionnuala can't help herself. Her nervous expression gives way to a bright-eyed, dimpled grin and a quick staccato of laughter. Sky's reaction, paired with that of Legion and Rain's, is what does Fionnuala in. A hand lifts to her mouth and she laughs behind it, practically glowing with mirth.

Fee goes on watching grinning blushingly behind her palm. "A better greeting than expected!" She offers, not-so-helpfully. At least it's not a monster barrelling down, throwing fireballs and napalm! But this ain't the typical kinda Hell!

Poor female Besa, she gasps again, confused this time and her hair sways as she shakes her head, "But…but you look so much like him…" Dark eyes go to the longer hair and her face crumples more, tears starting to form as she takes a small step away. She was so sure! The older Besa, the one that spoke sighs and motions for some of the others to go collect the crying girl, "You're not mine….Are you the Khopesh's?" With this many Besa's, it's probably easier to name themselves something different. "Are you all dead?"

Well that doesn't seem to be thier Besa that is recognizing them, no, but at least they are recognized in some form or fashion "Uh hi all you Besas." Legion greets with a wave of her free hand. The yelling of Ranier has Rain looking toward the girl shouting it in confusion for a moment before realizing it isn't her that is being acknowledged. "Ewww." Rain and Legion say in unison with wrinkled noses when female Besa liplocks Sky, because her brother kissing anyone is still gross at her age.

«Chocolate seems to be a universal sign of camaraderie,» Sky offers with a wry smirk. He notices her flinch and the smirk fades, «Everything ok?» There's a quick look to Rain and Legion as well but he tries to still himself in the waiting. He's just anticipating some sort of fight and the adrenaline isn't helped by the waiting.

His eyes widen at the cadre of Besas that appear and he tries to scan them, looking for the mind that's familiar to him as they all sort of look the same at various ages and genders, apparently. His eyes do land on the somewhat older one who starts to speak their names but then he's rushed by another Besa and suddenly kissed! There's definitely shock but being a teenage boy, he's not going to push a kiss away! Only when the female Besa gives him some breathing room does he glance over at Rain/Legion and offer, his face flushed with color, «I'm Schuyler…»

The dark-haired girl cannot help herself, the astonishment at the approach of so many Besas — male! female! young! older! — gives way to amusement. It's reassuring that all of these beings with their (still!) perfect hair recognize the other three. But when the one lady!Besa gets Sky in her grip and lays one on him.. Fionnuala can't help herself. Her nervous expression gives way to a bright-eyed, dimpled grin and a quick staccato of laughter. Sky's reaction, paired with that of Legion and Rain's, is what does Fionnuala in. A hand lifts to her mouth and she laughs behind it, practically glowing with mirth.

Fee goes on watching grinning blushingly behind her palm. "A better greeting than expected!" She offers, not-so-helpfully. At least it's not a monster barrelling down, throwing fireballs and napalm! But this ain't the typical kinda Hell!

Poor female Besa, she gasps again, confused this time and her hair sways as she shakes her head, "But…but you look so much like him…" Dark eyes go to the longer hair and her face crumples more, tears starting to form as she takes a small step away. She was so sure! The older Besa, the one that spoke sighs and motions for some of the others to go collect the crying girl, "You're not mine….Are you the Khopesh's?" With this many Besa's, it's probably easier to name themselves something different. "Are you all dead?"

"It seems that some of you recognize us and others don't." Rain speaks now, though it could be Legion there has been some moving around a bit, and they are identical in a way that identical twins usually aren't. Both girl's face brightens "Our Besa had a khopesh, yes." they say in unison, a glance and one takes over talking "Dead? Ha! Hardly." that must be Legion, she speaks differently than Rain "We were magical sent here by my sister from another dimension." Rain frown at Legion for just blurting that out.

Poor Sky… no doubt the guy is stunned! Heaven knows Fee is still a bit 'off' at seeing a bunch of different 'Besas' afoot! Especially when one kisses Sky and leaves the kid dazed and confused. Now what is there to do, for Fee? She hasn't the foggiest clue on what this is all about, what the bond is between the twins and Besa… why there is a camp of various Besas! The crying girl is led away and Fionnuala watches with some nervousness, never liking to see anyone upset. "Who.. is the Khopesh..?" She asks finally, as most seem a bit stunned here. Fee finds her voice quickly.

"Is that girl okay..?" THe shifter asks offhandedly before her eyes round in disbelief. "DEad..? I-I don't think so! I hope not!" She exclaims, then pats herself down. Holds her hand over her heart. "Still beating!"

Besa the older teen frowns, almost worriedly, "Circe? You found her? She's safe?" All 4 students are looked at, "This isn't too much on her? After what she went through?" His eyes blink away tears, even before any answer can be given. It seems the idea that his adoptive sister is safe is better than the idea they're all here to rescue them. "How…How much time has passed?" Theres' no sun here, do they even track time?

The child, the smallest Besa, hops from the tree. A dangerous height for someone who's not spent the majority of their lives in Hell. "The Khopesh? He is the one that started the war." A bright smile, like starting a war is the best thing ever. To be fair, for the Besas, it probably was. He answers her, again with the honestly of an 8 year old, "We're all dead, how'd you get here if you're not dead?" A tiny frown and he looks to the Teen Besa, "How come they did not have to die?" How unfair!

Rain nods "Yes. We found her," there is a moments pause and she decides to spare him the details of what the girl went through "She is fully recovered from her ordeal." that is her belief at least "Circe has little to do with us."

"Two months. It's been two months since our Besa was sacrificed." Legion throws in there.

"Magic. Our sister is quite powerful." she answer mini-Besa.

The dark-haired shifter listens, her expression afflicted. The tears in the eyes of the older teenage Besa once again fills Fee with a spike of dread, and her eyes glance 'skyward' toward the foggy bleakness. No sun. Fee exhales gently through her nostrils and rolls her shoulders once. She looks a bit restless; uncomfortable. Little sparks of light skitter over her right shoulder; another blinks ineffectually at her fingertips. Nothing dangerous in the least, just a byproduct of her holding 'energy'.

Little Besa leaps down from a great height and Fee startles again… her gaze jerks in the idrection of the boy. "I.. I don't really know, kiddo. I think that's the territory of these guys, here," A nod to Rain, Legion and the still-stunned Sky. "I'm just along for the ride because I was worried about Besa, and want to help." She admits her fault, her cheeks coloring. "I'm a bit clueless, but…" Her fingers fidget in front of her abdomen, her ponytail twitching as her chin dips down toward her chest. Big eyes watch Rain and Legion, trying to understand the circumstance she finds herself in.

Alt-Besa's frowns increases, "Only two months?" He glances at some of the other Besas, who all share that same bewildered look, soft whispers, but nothing substantial. A hand reaches up and a casual, almost familiar shear at the hair on his head. it's hard to find time to upkeep hair during War. Lips are licked, but he nods, "Good. I'm….happy she's well." He motions at the young one, "Scout, leave her alone." The child pouts slightly, but moves away from Fionnuala. Maybe it's because she's starting to spark. Alt Besa continues, "He's correct though. The Khopesh arrived, and he brought war. Alraxmargoth'ha was defeated, but …" Hair sways as he shakes his head, "His children are more cruel than even he was." The collective group of Besas shutters, some cringe, others look angry like they want to hit something. "It was not what any of us expected. He saved us from Alraxmargoth'ha, but there is no way out. Even death just brings us back here."

The idea of her Besa, or Khopesh as they know him, starting a war upon his arrival has a real smile coming to Rain's face though it is shortlived considering the circumstances "We thought that the demon's death would collapse this place and send him…well I guess all of you back." she suspected there would be multiple Besa's here, but its still hard to grasp "In your previous times here how did you manage to get back to your dimensions?" Legion asks.

The female Besa, the one who kissed Sky, answers. Her cheeks are flushed and wet with tears, "Alraxmargoth'ha would tire of us and send us home. I think it was when he broke our spirit." She folds her arms around herself, looking at anyone but Sky.

Alt Besa follows up with, "We've been trying to kill all of his children. It's the only next step we have." Dark eyes stay on Rain, he knows which one is Rain and which one is Legion, apparently. "That's what the Khopesh is doing right now. He took a group with him to attack Seirseozhar."

Rain hmms thoughtfully at that peice of information "So it wasn't the priests that brought you back…or just a times up sort of thing?" that makes things difficult. She has seen Sabinson bring Besa back from here once…but that would only bring their's back and she doesn't have the heart to leave them all..and her Besa would probably be irate at leaving them all behind. "Now? He's fighting now." its another simultaneous movement as Rain and Legion move to put the sword drawing hand to hilt, "Where?" like they are going to run in like the calvary or something.

So much… so much to that boy with the nice hair who was kicking a pottery wheel. Fionnuala has been raised with an open mind, especially being a super.. but she truly could have not expected this! Still seated, with her eyes flitting between all who are assembled, her keen mind follows the conversation. The pronounciation of 'the demon's' name warrants a wince, and the shifter frowns sadly at the female Besa. "Are you okay?" She asks of the girl Besa, still troubled by the tears. "You can sit beside me if you wish." Is offered, though the glowing eyes and little 'trickles' of sunlight along her shoulders may be offputting.

"Seirseozhar…" She echoes, pronounces the name badly… turns to look at Rain and Legion as they simultaneously reach for the hilts of their blades. Worry flickers across Fionnuala's face, but the set of her jaw yet denotes a hint of bravery. She makes to stand up again, slowly.

Alt Besa presses his lips together and shakes his head, "No. It's not that easy, unfortunatetly." But his eyes widen, he's forgotten, or maybe blocked, how impulsive Rain can be. "Stop! You can't just charge in!" Not that they know where to go anyway. "They have a plan, if you bust in, it'll fall apart." Seeing Sky and Rain will shake the Khopesh up, Alt-Right knows, cause it's shaken him up. He lifts a hand to rest on Scouts shoulder, just as the boy starts to move, like maybe he;ll show the girls the way. "No."

Female Besa sniffles softly, finally wiping her cheek, "I…I willll be alright. It just…." She sighs, looking at Fionnuala and not Sky, "It's been a very long time. I miss my boyfriend…" She looks down at the ground, not moving any closer to the glowing girl, "…sorry…" Opps. But when everyone starts standing and grabbing swords, she just shakes her head, "It's not our turn."

Usually she is pretty good at checking her impulses, this doesn't seem to be one of those times. Thankfully she is easy to reason with and recognizes both logic and good common sense when she hears it. Legion not so much though and the pair look at each other briefly "He's right." Rain tells her duplicate. The normally perky Legion glowers and stomps a few feet away

"Fine." the fact that he can't truly die here really hasn't clicked with Rain yet "You probably have as many questions as I do. Do you have a camp or something set up?

The shifter tilts her head some, but nods in understanding. "I see… I'm really sorry, you don't have to apologize!" Fee insists, hugging herself lightly and rubbing at her upper arms with quick, deft hands. She needs to keep this energy.. maybe it will come in handy! She watches Rain specifically, able to see just how much the girl wants to get this show on the road. "Please don't be worried about this," She holds her fingers out, the slender digits starfished out. "This is just sunlight.. it won't hurt anyone. I promise." Fee tries to explain, she does not like being cause for any unrest or nervousness!

Whether or not her reassurances are accepted, the girl pads over toward the glowering Legion. "I know it's hard to wait.. we'll be underway soon, I trust." A glance toward Sky, and Fee quirks a brow. "I hope he's alright. A kiss can't be that terrifying, can it?"

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