| Logs |
2009-03-15
| Dreams |
| Realms |
Retired
| Reality Fault |
General Info
 |
Just a little bit of history repeating
Awake.
Awake, and... more coherent than before. Jason slowly rises into a half sitting position, both hands propping him up... one hand wipes across his face. He groans, and for a moment it's as if the previous moment, with preparing and caves and smoke and scarred women, was only a dream. But it comes back to him now, all of it.
He can see he's in another of those clean, sunny, almost startlingly normal seeming hotel rooms. The sheer inner curtains are drawn against the piercingly bright Nevada sunshine, allowing some light to flood the room with a pleasant glow. The room is a pleasant temperature, and it smells oddly nice as well, like... roses? Some kind of flowers. He looks around and realizes he must be in some sort of suite, since he can see there's a second, lower floor off a ways from the sort of airy loft he's lying in. The bed is comfortable beneath him, and the covers feel soft and warm, like silk or fur tucked around him and the other body. That person is long and lean and brown skinned, lying with their back to him and with dark, shining black hair swirling out on the pillow behind them. Now that he's paying attention to his senses, he can hear someone singing quietly in the shower too... and smell food as well.
Jason's senses are clearly trying to tell him many things: food, sheets, roses, light, shower, person in bed with him. They're even all eager, with their hands raised in class and all that. But they're currently being held up in his brain by the mental equivalent of a DMV attendant, insisting they take a number and get in line because she's currently helping someone else, thankyouverymuch. His brain is still working on the experience he just had... or had hours ago, maybe. He stares at nothing as his brain reprocesses everything, recalling the whole mess with surprising clarity -- and even as he does, another puzzle piece fits into place: the red glow. The red was what he saw during his first spirit quest. He doesn't know how to feel about this. The creature that glowed red wanted to devour him... and by all accounts, it may now be dead or dying. Or alternately, it will be killed by something else. Soon. It's not clear to him if what he was shown happened as he was watching, or if it was a precognition. He must ask Phyx when he has a moment.
Jason exhales. Okay. Mmm, food. He is hungry; he starts to get out of bed... person. Person in bed. Wait, what? His brow knits. "Someone's sleeping in my bed... no, wait. This isn't my bed. I'm sleeping in their bed?" he mumbles to himself. He looks across the way. "And someone else is... showering." He looks between the body and the shower. "What the hell was I doing since I threw up..." he wonders, touching the person's shoulder gently, trying to get a better look.
As he shifts again, the bed shifts too, and the person sighs with languid relaxation, as if awakening slowly. The long, lean, brown body yawns with a small noise, then stretches slowly -- arms over the head and the long legs shifting the covers. It rolls relaxedly over at the same time when Jason touches the shoulder, and Jason sees Nilgai's calmly composed face. She smiles faintly at sight of him sitting up and props her head up on one elbow to look at him, murmuring, "Well, good morning, sleepyhead. Are you telling me the story of the three bears or something?"
Jason blinks at Nilgai -- not shocked exactly, but surprised... oh, no, wait. Gears turn. One plus two equals... three. Right. Nilgai, breeding, bed. Got it. Apparently his body was busy while he was not able to make long-term memory. Stupid brain. "It's a good story," he assures. "I tell it differently, though. The three bears and the Big Bad Wolf and a bunch of other animals peaceably assemble to petition the Brothers Grimm for roles that are more charitable."
Nilgai chuckles relaxedly, reaching out with a free hand to slide it along his hip and thigh, "You're fun. From your expression you don't remember all of yesterday yet, hmm? I'm afraid it may be a bit before it all comes back, considering it was a rather... emotionally traumatic day, after all. Sometimes the drugs take a while to wear off. However, you were... quite the gentleman with Ratel and myself, and the lady Kira was quite pleased with your dreamwalking with the lady Phyx. How're you feeling?"
Jason smiles wryly. "Okay. I mean, it's not a bad way to wake up, no matter what you went through before," he assures her -- then blinks. "Wait, I lost a whole day? -or... when did I wake up? I didn't exactly have an alarm clock..."
Nilgai grins, rolling fluidly upright and clapping her hands sharply, calling, "Ratel! He's awake now!" The singing from the shower cuts off abruptly and there's a moment of silent as Nilgai speaks -- then a small cheer from the bathroom, "Yeah! Be right there!" followed by madly hasty splashing. Nilgai calls back in reproachful amusement, "Ratel, the poor man needs to eat some time!" There's laughter from the bathroom, but the hasty splashing doesn't slow at all.
Jason arches a brow. "Is Ratel always this excited, or was I really that good?" At the look Nilgai gives him, though, he blushes. "Never mind. How long has it actually been since the dreamwalking?"
Nilgai smiles, rising with the fluidity of a dancer or a martial artist. She pulls her hair back as she walks, braiding it into a loose plait that falls to midback as she heads for the stairs down from the loft, "Ratel is named for the honey badger, due to her constant energy and enthusiasm for life. Let me get you something to drink first. You must be extraordinarily parched by now."
Jason ahuhs. "Interesting. Given name, or was she renamed when..." Headache. NOW. "Ohholyfuck," he mutters, putting his head between his knees. No, he's not throwing up, but he's just feeling like he did after his first and only college kegger. He mumbles something incoherent, and takes a deep breath. "Yes water would be nice please."
Jason can't see Nilgai's somewhat ruefully sympathetic smile as she heads down the stairs, but he can hear her pouring water. As she does so, the shower cuts off and an exuberant voice yells, "Ready or not, here I come!" Nilgai's much calmer voice cuts in at the same time, "Ratel, no! He's hungov-" followed by a startled laugh and, "Ratel, use a towel, woman!" There's a muttered, "Aww, you're no fun!" followed by a snort of amusement. Shortly thereafter Nilgai's setting a tray down on the bedside table and handing Jason a tall, blessedly cool glass of water, "Here, drink up. There's plenty more." Amusedly she adds, "We'll keep Ratel off you until you've eaten, mm?" From the bathroom comes a cheerfully shouted, "Spoilsport!"
Jason would find all this byplay amusing if he were not in so much pain. He mumbles a thank you and takes the glass, taking a small sip off the top and then putting the glass against his forehead for at least a good minute. Blessed coolness. He tries asking for something else, but the noises his mouth makes do not resolve into words, so he waits. Finally, he's able to raise himself into a half upright sitting position on the edge of the bed. Now he can drink the water properly -- and drink it he does: one swallow, rest, and then the next. He's more or less focused on the glass as being his personal Lord and Savior at the moment, and once it's empty, he grabs the pitcher for more. "Thank you. I don't suppose there's some, uh... Advil or Bayer around, or something?" he finally asks, his lips working better.
Nilgai settles relaxedly in the armchair by the bed, crossing her long legs and waving a graceful hand towards the tray by the bed. She smiles, "Renamed, and there's some aspirin there in the little glass ramekin." She is, like Jason himself, completely nude -- and utterly relaxed.
"I could kiss you," Jason murmurs, carefully trying to remove two and only two aspirin from the glass serving cup. He downs them with another swallow of water, then regards her in a squint. "Seems like I might have already done that, though," he adds dryly, refocusing on this odd, calm woman, trying to get a better sense of her -- around the pain, of course.
Nilgai chuckles quietly, "Indeed. Would you like a shower as well?" She seems quite willing to simply sit and give him all the time and space he needs. From below comes a triumphant call, "Dry now! -well, mostly. Um... bringing food up!" Nilgai smiles at that, calling quietly back, "Thank you, Ratel."
Jason sets the glass down. "Yeah, uh... shower might be good. Had a whole cleaning recently, you remember, but a nice cool drenching might do some good..." he agrees. "Also not exactly scintillating company right now, either."
Nilgai smiles faintly, rising and offering Jason a hand, "Let's get you downstairs then." From below Ratel calls, "Oooh, a shower!" and there's the sound of scampering feet heading for the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water again.
Jason lets himself be led. He feels a little like he did all those weeks ago, after Diana brought him back from the club and fed on him the first time. How odd that he'd be thinking of that right now -- or perhaps not. "Can you encourage her to be a little less loud when we go into the bathroom?" he pleads?
Nilgai grins, her oddly colored eyes flashing for a moment at him as she helps him down the stairs. The two women have a short, firm conversation when they get to the bathroom, with Ratel insisting she'll be quiet as a mouse! This gives Jason a moment to study the bathroom -- it's huge, bigger than his entire apartment back in school. Steam from the previous shower warms and clouds the room, but he can see a sunken sauna/tub, mirrored tiles with gold marbling painted on them, thick pile rugs beneath his feet, towels that look like you could roll around on them, and a shower that could easily hold four or five. Ratel is inside the running shower, and a moment later she sticks her head out and cheerfully informs them the water's perfect -- come on in!
Jason puts aside the glass he'd finished... sadly, painkillers cannot work fast enough. He has to be patient. As Ratel encourages him in, and he follows without complaint, he ponders on how much his life had changed. Once upon a time, being naked around people he did not know well would have embarrassed him, and if those people were women and were naked also and encouraging him to shower, he might have fainted. He doesn't remember the last time he fainted, now. It's fascinating what people will get used to.
The shower is tremendously reviving. The water truly is just the right temperature, and the effervescent Ratel cheerfully and vigorously scrubs Jason down. She turns out to be a small woman -- maybe 5'3" or 4" -- with short, dark blonde hair plastered tight to her head by the water. Her body is compact and muscular, and like Nilgai she'd easily be nearly androgynous when dressed. She is clearly quite familiar with Jason's body, and he gets repeated affectionate hugs and nuzzles and cheerful ticklings as he's cleaned up. It's amazing how... revivifying arousal can be! The shower takes much, much longer than necessary, as first Ratel, and then Ratel and Nilgai both make love to Jason, with all the relaxed assurance of people who know each other quite well and know they belong there.
Jason is bemused by the familiarity at first, where the ladies clearly remember things he does not. But under Ratel's teasing attentions his own body responds, and when things get heated, sparks of disconnected memory flare to life. He finds the lovemaking not only natural, but also that he knows just the place to touch to make Ratel arch against him electrically. He basks in the experience... shower, two women, friendly... it's like he's seen in pornos, and at the same time, not. Pornography is not reality, so at certain points the physical difficulties that come with sex in a shower come into play... but there is laughter, and the three companions manage it. It helps that the shower is bigger than a normal one.
If he weren't so focused on the love play, he might be regretful of what he'd forgotten... but then again, why? They're together now, and it all seems so natural, and they're happy together, Jason giving each of them attention, warmed by their enjoyment. Pain dissolves as the water washes over them. The experience is different from being with Diana in a number of small and subtle ways. For one, Diana always seems to know precisely how to touch him to draw the greatest emotional reaction from him, whereas these two women are "simply" human. For another, she's more voluptuous than both of them, as well as horned and tailed. Curiously, the two human women seem far more... emotionally real as a consequence... although Jason can't quite yet put his finger on what precisely that means.
It's Ratel whose head comes alertly up, shushing the others and listening intently for a moment before she cheerfully yells, "Phone! I'll get it!" Nilgai calls after her, "Towel, Ratel!" as the smaller woman charges exuberantly out of the shower and stands, dripping, next to the phone. Ratel answers it with a, "Ratel!" then sticks her tongue out at Nilgai, who smiles and shakes her head as the smaller woman adds to the phone, "Oh, hey, lady! Yeah, he's fine." Pause. "Yeah, I think so." Pause, "Sure, I'll check!" She covers the phone speaker with one hand, laughing as she calls, "Hey, Jason, are you in your right mind now?"
Jason smiles a little. Afterglow is nice, but not debilitating -- my! Even interrupted, that was... an experience. He tugs the shower curtain aside and peers at Ratel. "I dunno, are you really wearing a duck on your head?" He gives the query a moment to sink in, and then grins to assure Ratel he was only kidding. "Much better, thanks."
Ratel is giggling as she reassures the person on the phone that Jason is indeed still out of his mind, like normal! She listens a bit, grinning, then nods, "Okay! We'll have him ready for you, lady. See ya later!" She hangs up and scampers back into the shower, "Okay, gotta hurry and jump Jason's bones one last time before Kira comes over!" Nilgai smiles in quiet affection down at the exuberant smaller woman, "I think I'll go tidy up a bit. You enjoy yourselves." She gives them both a hug before stepping gracefully out of the shower.
Jason shakes his head at Ratel. She's definitely a 78 in a 45 world, as they might have said back during the days when record players were prominent. "You, missy, need some blood in your caffeine," he drawls to the smaller woman, and then leans in and kisses her cheek, embracing her muscular body into his. He enjoys basking in her difference, and at the same time, in her normality. "I am feeling much better. You're good at that."
Ratel giggles, hugging Jason strongly back, "What's that mean -- blood in my caffeine?!"
Jason's face splits into a wide grin. "It means you have so much energy, I think your heart is pumping pure Mountain Dew, or something," he explains, fingers tracing the line of her back. Ratel laughs aloud at that -- then stands on tiptoes and cheerfully nips Jason's ear!
It's maybe an hour or so later that the three of them are out of the shower. Nilgai's gentle urging has gotten them all cleaned and dried off, and Ratel is exuberantly devouring a pear while Nilgai urges Jason to eat a bit more fruit, when someone knocks on the door. Ratel bounces to her feet, "Bet that's her!" as the door unlocks and opens. Kira comes striding smoothly in, talking quietly on her headset and followed by a bellboy pushing a small cart. Ratel patters over and directs the bellboy on where to leave the hot food -- which smells wonderful to Jason! -while Nilgai calmly pulls on a long silk kimono, then settles next to Jason on the couch. The bellboy doesn't bat an eye, simply unloading the food, nodding politely to all there, and departing. Ratel immediately starts loading up a plate, calling quietly, "Come on, you guys! Food's hot, and she's going to be on the phone for a bit, I bet." Nilgai smiles, already rising and taking Jason's hand.
It's an odd disconnect, for a moment: the stately Nilgai offering to help him up like she was a gentleman and he a lady. But the idea flutters through his brain for a moment, and then right out his ear. It's not like it matters; he's never been one for harping over outdated gender roles. "Four out of five Jasons recommend food. The fifth one would too, but he's still sleeping after spending a day with a couple athletic women," he drawls. Yeah, his wit is in full swing now.
Nilgai smiles, Ratel giggles aloud through the piece of bread she's devouring. The three of them collect plates of hot food and settle down to eat. Partway through that process, Kira hangs up the phone and nods to the three, "Nilgai, Ratel, Jason. Glad to see you're feeling better, Jason. My girls took good care of you?" Ratel beams, nodding her head enthusiastically several times! Nilgai smiles faintly over her wine glass, looking relaxed and composed. None of them seem at all worried at the various states of undress in the room.
Jason pinkens just a bit. "More than good," he assures. "Ratel especially enjoys her... ah... well, everything, really," he clumsily adds. "I just hope the rest comes back to me, if this morning was any indication. How's everything else in the light of day, hmm?"
Ratel giggles again, and Kira helps herself to some hot food as well. She settles into a chair with the plate of food and starts pragmatically eating with them, interspersing her replies with her eating, "Everything is fine; no worries. You were the only wild card, really, and my girls tell me you recovered just fine from the drugs. Hm, what else. Phyx is still in seclusion for... maybe another half day or day, and we've got high hopes for pregnancies since your semen tests out just fine. Your traveling companions, as always, seem to be enjoying themselves in Vegas as well. Do you have any questions?" Kira's speech is like her body language: concise, directed, and with no wasted motions.
Jason notes Kira's manner almost clinically, her way seeming to affect his own as he responds in kind -- sort of. He's always been casual. "Asking me if I have questions is like asking if I breathe air," he comments. "But yes, just one to start: did Phyx talk at all about what she saw? Is there any indication if there is imminent danger?"
Kira shakes her head, "Don't know yet." She sounds pragmatic as she continues, "Like I said, she's still in seclusion to meditate on the dream's meaning. While she doesn't usually have dreams unless something momentous is up coming, there's no sense in panicking until we know what to prepare for. Any other questions?"
Ratel rolls her eyes, adding, "When she comes out, though -- then the shit will hit the fan! We'll all be running around madly preparing, I bet." Nilgai tchs softly at Ratel, who blushes slightly as Kira raises an eyebrow at her too. The wild-haired blonde hastily turns her attention back to her own plate.
Jason puts down his fork and absently picks up an orange, tossing it from hand to hand as he leans back. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. Why are you here, in Nevada?" He lets the question sink in a little, then clarifies. "See, I kinda get most of what I've come across so far. Beatrice in a big city, controls a strip club. Phillip is out in the country, solitary. There's an old woman out there too, lives alone in a run down church. And Phyx is here, ruler of her demesne and surrounded by her, ah, compliant angels. But your story seems far more... enigmatic. I guess I'm confused as to why you're comfortable here."
Kira gives Jason the same faintly amused raised eyebrow. "I'd think you of all people would have figured it out. Also, as per your revelations, Phillip is currently on his way here. Once we figure out what his energy source is, we'll make sure he gets someplace where he can live comfortably and healthily once more."
Jason rolls the orange in his hands. "Oh, make no mistake, I've been trying to figure it out. Phillip says he used to run with the local Indian tribes, and I remembered a couple paragraphs in a book -- that when the Vikings came over they taught the story of the lycanthrope to the peoples here. Got incorporated into local myth. So I guess it's not a surprise to me that it was you that found him, saved him that first time. But that's not what I'm talking about. This... just doesn't seem a normal habitat for wolves -- Nevada. I mean, to cross through, maybe, but not to live, to support. The only thing I can guess is that it's responsibility that keeps you here. Devotion to the cause you and Phyx work for."
Kira smiles faintly, her fangs remaining politely covered as she alertly watches Jason. "Did you think me only an animal?"
Jason shakes his head. "Course not. The whole concept of what you are is that you're both animal and person. But there's still such a thing as... natural habitat."
Kira grins at that, "Ah, I see. What would you say is the natural habitat for a human?"
Jason groans. "Humans don't have a natural habitat. They live in the most moronic places sometimes. Oh, sure, a fault line is a great place to live. Let's build a house on a marsh! It won't sink! You're smarter than a normal human. Better instincts, for one."
Kira chuckles, although there's no humor in her eyes. She's silent for a moment, her gaze far away as she murmurs softly, "Are we now..." After a moment she takes a breath and raises her piercingly sharp eyes to regard Jason again. Calmly she says, "When you can create your own habitat, the natural habitat is not as important. You know this, Jason. What are you really asking."
Jason tries not to feel like prey under that gaze -- tries not to be afraid. He should be, he supposes. But if one wanted to avoid fear, one should simply never ask questions. "You give me too much credit. I'm a student. Sure, when you put it like that it seems obvious, but the obvious, simple answer is not always the right one. That said... what I'm wondering above all is what your story is. You helped Phillip, moved on, and now you're here -- and by all accounts, have built your life here. And while I'm not a cat... I am curious."
Kira now looks, if anything, perplexed as she stares at Jason. Finally she says slowly, "You know I'm a supernatural, and what type, yes?"
Jason regards Kira calmly. "You're a werewolf. I know... a good deal about a number of werewolf myths -- and none at all about Kira the person. Nothing in a book can tell me who you are. Only you can do that."
Kira nods encouragingly to Jason, "A werewolf, yes. And the social structure of a wolf is...?"
Jason says, "Pack. And you've got your own pets named after, it appears, animals. Phyx likes the ungodly symmetrical ones, but you clearly are interested in folks more like you. Strong, fast, active -- and..." He opens his mouth in sudden understanding. Kira smiles, watching silently. Something clicks into place, something she had told him long ago, but had forgotten -- when Kira challenged Diana for dominance. "You're here because you view Phyx as your alpha -- and the pack is all."
Kira leans back in her chair, looking pleased, and picks up her wineglass. Before she sips she murmurs, "Well done. Eat your food."
Jason shakes his head, looking wry. "Stupid obvious, simple answers," he murmurs to himself, stabbing a piece of meat with a fork.
Ratel giggles, hastily covering her mouth with both hands, although her eyes are still dancing. Kira smiles and simply sips her wine peacefully for a while, waiting for Jason to recover and ask his next questions -- it's clear she expects he'll have more! Jason does eat some of his meal, but waits a time, processing what he's learned. Then an earlier query from long ago comes back to him, "You were watching us... play. Me and Di and Mike -- and, uh... Raphael. Did you learn anything from that? You seemed so... fascinated."
Kira nods relaxedly, staring dreamily into the wineglass as she holds it up to the light and admires the rich color. "I was learning about the hierarchy of your pack, and how you treated outsiders. If you were going to be here, I needed to know what sort of behavior to use in order to ensure you were good guests." She smiles faintly at Jason as she adds, "Yes, you have all been excellent guests."
Jason interlaces his fingers. "It's good to know. I've been so caught up in serving Phyx and other things, I've barely had time to think about Di and Mike. Now it seems like there's going to be more overriding concerns. Someone mentioned, recently... that the dropping of the nuclear bombs in the mid 20th century was to kill supernaturals. Do you know anything about the details of that?"
Kira gives that raised eyebrow to Ratel and Nilgai. Ratel looks blank, Nilgai shakes her head once, murmuring, "I believe it might have been chatter from Sariel and Michael." Kira shakes her head once, rolling her eyes, then glances at Jason, "Speculations. Even Phyx isn't sure on that one. She just knows she felt... something, like a heavy pressure suddenly released." The wolf-woman tilts her head and adds thoughtfully, "I hear you also felt a pressure in the dream, yes?"
Jason sighs. "It was bad. Something.... someone in China died, horribly." It's easier if he thinks of supernaturals as people. It humanizes them. It's also dangerous. He remembers what he's been told, through words of mortals and supernaturals and the experiences in dreams, for not respecting what supernaturals are by nature. "And... I can't know whether..." He trails off. "It wasn't the first time. The one is China is hungry. I felt it in my dream quest... I don't know now if I only saw its potential, or if it actually saw me. But it would devour me if it could -- and now I've seen a foretelling prophesying its destruction. While at the time I felt horrified... there's a part of me that feels like I should be relieved. But I'm not. Killing is wrong, no matter who it is."
Kira is silent for a long, long time, staring at her wineglass and thinking. Even Ratel goes still, her face pale as she watches her alpha. Finally the wolf woman stirs slightly, turning her head to look at Jason and murmuring quietly, "Thank you for helping Phyx more clearly see, Jason. You've been nothing but helpful the whole time you've been here." She takes a slow breath, and this time Jason can see the slight stirring in her hair, the faint tilt of her eyes, and he can hear the soft growl in her voice as she adds, "We will all need to see very clearly indeed, to present a united front to whatever this coming threat is." She's silent for a few more heartbeats... then the faint shifting towards wolfishness seems to reverse itself, and she smiles lazily at the human male once more, "Did you have any other questions or desires?"
Jason's mood has not shifted; what was very lazy hedonism has turned darker. "At some point I'd appreciate it if I could write a letter to Diana that someone could deliver. If she's been content, I'm glad, but I'd like to reassure her. But aside from that, yes -- two questions. There are supernaturals that need to feed directly on humans to be nourished. Diana's mother found a way around this for the Minotaur: a healing elixer. Do you know of this, or anything similar?"
Kira shakes her head, "I doubt it was just the healing elixir which fed the Minotaur. I suspect she can feed him herself as well, in emergencies... else how would she have kept him alive when she had no access to the elixirs?" She considers, then adds wryly, "I imagine if he is as large as the myths show him to be, however, he eats quite a bit..."
Jason mmphs. "She said one bottle lasted a month... have to wonder if the wizard made it from his own life energies. Still don't have a good explanation for the wizard... and I think it might be easier for her now, having to support only Croaker and herself, not Di. Anyway, just trying to think ahead here." He rubs his hands together. "The last question, well... a bit more personal. Have you always been alone? Or was there once a pack of werewolves like you?"
Kira's expression goes still, and her golden-eyed gaze gets far away. She murmurs softly, "N... no. No, I don't remember that. I just... feel there was one... must have been one...?"
Jason blinks. This is new. He's almost afraid to speak, like it would break the spell -- but then he encourages gently, "Go on?"
Kira blinks -- then her sharp-eyed gaze snaps to Jason. She doesn't look angry or upset, though; if anything she looks... wistful, regretful. She shakes her head, a faint smile on her face, "I've nothing new past what any full blood supernatural can tell you, Jason: I awoke. I was confused, hungry, and physically adult, and I wandered while I tried to figure things out. Eventually I fought free of the chaos in my mind, and I could think past base instinct... and that's as far back as I can recall."
Jason huhs and nods. "That whole thing about making more of you through being bitten... that's bull too, hmm?" Then he gets a flash of insight: "Or maybe not. Maybe Ratel and Caracal and Nilgai... they're the real continuation of your line."
Kira smiles faintly and nods, "They are the continuation of my pack, yes, even though we are not related by blood or... whatever element 'supernaturalness' is. But yes, being bitten will mean you have a nasty wound -- not that you will turn into a wolf." She grins, her teeth gleaming suddenly in the sunlight as she adds, "And that story about the moon? What nonsense. It was simply the wisest time to be running about. The last thing any self-respecting supernatural wants is for a screaming pack of riled up peasants on her trail... during the day, when she's easily seen!"
Jason shares her laugh. "Thank you, Kira," he replies appreciatively. "And please, do let me know if I can be of further assistance. Although... I figure you're right, and there'll be plenty of running around like Chicken Little before too long."
Kira nods amusedly, "Ah, yes, that's likely true." She's silent a moment, considering... then she looks back at Jason, "Now. I have a question for you, I think. Phyx said something was coming." Her eyes narrow, "We need information, and you're the only person aside from her who has any idea what 'it' is or looks like or feels like. So... depending on what Phyx intuits from her meditations... are you willing to go search out information for us?"
Jason opens his mouth and then closes it. This... is not one of the easier questions.