paixaorpg | Storms in Africa [Closed]

Character(s): Tris, Briar
Content: Tris talks to Briar about where they went when they seperated, and tries to forget about the Fortriss.
Setting: Actua Are in the middle of town
Time: Wednesday Morning
Warnings: Tris might start going emo over the lack of half of their quartet~

Tris watched Marluxia and Demyx leave with a small pang of regret. Marluxia and Demyx intruiged the red-headed mage. Hell, Marluxia had saved her from an unknown, but horrible, fate. She probably would've lost her mind, locked up with her ever-familiar magic cut off like that. She ignored the sparks rolling down her braids, taking deep meditation breaths. She beamed at her foster-brother, pouncing him in a sudden, uncharacteristic display of affection.

She was incredibly glad that this was Briar here. Out of the other three, Tris was closest to Briar. She had taught him to read and write, he had helped her in the situation with her cousin Aymery, they had worked together to find a cure for the blue pox... She was just glad it was Briar here.

"Gods, look at you! Mila help me, what has Rosethorn been putting in your food?" Tris asked, beaming. "What's Chammur like?" ...Why am I talking out loud? She snickered at herself for a full minute.

The past few... hours? Past day? She didn't know anymore... In any case, whatever that strech of time was, it had been stressful on the weather-witch, that much was clear as day. If not through her body language and speaking habits, then the fact that she was shaking mildly and acting out-of-character. She pulled some loose hair back, out of her face, and pushed her glasses up.

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Briar shifted on instinct as Tris pounced on him again, and he returned her hug, sending her warmth and love through their mental connection.

Because it's just as easy and natural as talking in our heads? he replied. "I don't know if she's been putting anything in my food, but I wouldn't put it past her."

Chammur is, well, it's different. Everything's made out of stone, and the city is just so old, so tired... And there are two sets of roadways around most of the city! What was Thairos like?

Tris sighed. A mess. They didn't let any wind in the city, with those walls they had... and, just, gods. The way they treated human death made me sick. They had 'classes' of people, Briar. The prathmuni- those who gathered wastes and dead people... Ugh, Thairos is still hard for me to stomach. Tris sighed, straightening.

"But my past... few days here in Paixao have been horrible, though," she said somberly. "Marluxia? He helped me escape from this... this place. There's someone in this city whose magic is blacker than anything I've seen," she said. "Appearantly, his name is Ansem." She left Briar with a strong impression of what, exactly, had happened, not caring for words on that matter.

It still had her upset.

Briar pulled Tris into another hug. "I'm here now, though, and if anyone tries to touch you, I'll kick their asses. It won't be a pretty sight. That's what brothers are for."

I ran into a case of deaths, too, in Chammur, he told his sister. This rich lady had a pet gang and when someone displeased her, or snooped around, she killed them and then had them buried in the gardens. Her plants were very happy little things, but the choice of fertilizer was... And he left it at that.

Tris made a face. "...Gods, that's sick," she growled. She hugged Briar in return, clenching her jaw. "Sick, sick, sick." She closed her eyes, sighing. Gods, I'm tired, but I can't sleep because I used a tide braid to help me snap something restraining Marluxia's power.

She hummed a little. "...Sandry would blend in all too well, here in Paixao."

"Yeah," Briar said, agreeing on both fronts, even though he hadn't really gotten the chance to get a good look at the people of Paixao, given that he had been running around at night.

Did you try meditating? he asked. Surprise of surprises, he was very pleased to be with Tris, to have a familiar face in such a strange place. It was a comfort beyond words.

"Not really," Tris muttered. "It's been one distraction after another, recently." She sighed, leaning against her brother. He was here, and that was all that mattered to her right now.

"Hah," she muttered. "Found my brother, and without the help of that dirty little traitor." The word 'traitor' was associated with a clear image of Kadaj and an ember of hatred.

Briar laughed. "I think we found each other."

And I'm glad we did. I don't know what I would do without a familiar face, he added silently. And I hope we find that bastard together, so that he can incur both your wrath, and mine.

Tris nodded to Briar's statement, heading over to the open window. She stared out of it, pulling her glasses off. She didn't know quite why she was... doing this, but she felt like trying to see something on the wind. She smiled faintly.

Briar, look through my eyes... You'll get a kick out of my new trick, if it happens... Amusement lined the weather-witch's features.

Awa? Briar replied. He felt like he should be concerned but complied with Tris' demands anyway. What new trick are you speaking of?

This, Tris said as a vision hit her in the eyes. She held onto it, grinning. It was something... glowing. A 'lumen'? Tris wondered, shaking it loose. Her eyes watered. I can scry the winds.

That's just.... Briar trailed off and went back to looking through his own eyes.

"Holy fucking hell, Tris."

Tris beamed, rubbing at her eyes as she went to flop on a bed. She closed her eyes. Hah. I win. ...I think I miiight be able to take a nap~. And it's the middle of the night, so~

Briar smiled. Then sleep. In fact, I might join you, being that my internal clock is fucked up.

Tris laughed. Night, Briar.

Sleeping came a lot easier than she thought it would.

Storms in Africa [Closed]

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