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Discussion in 'Silverwood' started by Nynaeve al'Meara, Jan 29, 2018.

  1. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    JANUARY 20, YEAR 7
    LATE AFTERNOON
    @Haytham Kenway



    There was something very wrong with the noticeboard in the middle of town.

    For the past week or more, Nynaeve had been passing it by on the way to work, glancing at it as she did. Only, as soon as she'd carried on her way, she'd forgotten what was on it, which was unusual because her memory wasn't that bad. In actual fact, her memory was quite good, thank you very much. Certainly good enough that she should remember what she'd looked at a minute earlier.

    At first, she just took it as an oddity. But then it kept happening, and the more times it happened, the more curious she got, because she had no other issues with remembering. The only thing she had trouble with was remembering what was on that notice board.

    So eventually, she'd decided to take a photo of the board with her phone. And sure enough, when she walked away with the phone in hand, and then glanced at the screen, she saw a collection of posters she... couldn't actually remember seeing at all. Posters of missing children. Why couldn't she recall seeing them on the board? Not that it mattered. Something was wrong with the board and likely whatever was wrong with it that made her forget had something to do specifically with those posters and those children.

    Nynaeve had taken the day off work and then headed straight into the forest, looking at the screen of her phone and the photo on it every minute or so lest she forget again and not remember what she was doing there. Having lived in the middle of forested land all her life, Nynaeve knew that any missing children would most likely be in that forest. She had seen men from the village going out on search parties for children that had got lost in the woods plenty of time. So the forest was going to be her first port of call.

    Not knowing what would be in the forest or what might have taken the children - if they too hadn't simply got lost, which was just as likely - Nynaeve used all the skills she had learned growing up in the country. Although she often stomped around with all the grace of a three-legged bull when she was in one of her tempers, she could move with the utmost silence when she wanted to, well accustomed to how to tread through a forest without making noise. Every child born in the Two Rivers grew up knowing how to move without startling game, and Nynaeve was a hunter as well as an excellent tracker so she had learned how to be better than most. Not something anyone would expect looking at her.

    She'd not got far into the forest, crouching low to the ground as she examined footprints in the soft mud left behind by melting snow. Too big and too fresh to be candidates for the missing children, so she straightened up, taking another look at her phone to remind herself why she was there, before a shadow fell over her from behind and she turned, sighing as she saw who had followed her into the woods. "What are you doing here?" she asked, with some exasperation. He seemed to have a knack for just being around. How many times had he seemed to sidle out of nowhere to walk her home after work?


     
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  2. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham had just gotten off a job, protecting the same politician socialite that had been attacked the day he had been shot and received aide from the lovely if not a bit vicious, Nynaeve. Truth be told Haytham had been a tad bit busy in the pursuing days after inviting the lady out to a dinner: building the empire that was his bodyguard business, recruiting several worthy souls into the Order…. He still found the time to conveniently stop by the clinic around closing time and escort the lady home.

    Regardless, he had just finished the job, relaxing himself upon a rooftop, his back against the warm brick of a chimney….. It was then that he noticed said Nynaeve: marching down the street with a look of sheer determination upon her beautiful face, cotton skirts swishing as she made her way to the barrier’s edge…. To the forest.

    ”Hail Nynaeve!” He called from his perch, the woman not answering. Either the crowd on the street had stifled his call, or she simply wasn’t paying attention.

    And that was when curiosity caused the old Templar to follow….. Into the forest himself. Where he had to climb down from comfortable roofs and march after her on foot. Unable to take to the trees as his son could, he followed her deftly and carefully through the forest, wondering what in gods name she was up to.

    It was only a period of watching her stare at shoe prints of hikers (continuously staring at her phone, strange as it was….) that he decided to finally make his presence known.

    ”Hullo.” He stated, crossing his arms with his small little half smile as she demanded to know why he was there. ”I hailed you from the street. You did not respond, so I grew curious as to your mission….” He raised a brow, blue eyes looking with a little mirth at the large shoe print, his Eagle Vision activating to read the print she had been staring at. ”Looking for….. A strapping lad. Shoe size twelve and a half. Nice new hiking boots, but dealing with a limp from a new boot? How kind of you to hunt down hikers with blisters.” He teased, smiling widely and affectionately.

    ”…. For honesty: what are you doing out here?”
     
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  3. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
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    His levity was unsurprising and expected, and although she had become easier with her smiles and exasperated laughs at his humour in recent days, she didn't smile at all this time, dark eyes sharp and stern as they ever had been during the early days of when they had known each other. This was no situation for jokes. Which begged the question, what was she...

    She glanced down at her phone again, at the photo of the posters. Ah yes, that was why she was unamused.

    "I didn't hear you," she said, honestly. She might have heard something, but if he'd called when she'd been walking along a crowded street, she wouldn't have heard her name.

    Nynaeve was silent for a few moments as she looked away from him, towards where the forest grew deeper and darker. Although she still ventured in there for herbs - holding tightly to saidar the whole time - going into this forest reminded her of the time a couple of months ago when taking cuttings of a herb had led to her being attacked by vines, trees and brambles that had cut her skin in dozens of places and tried to drag her down into the hole in the ground. Just thinking about that memory made her shiver involuntarily. Attacked by a forest!

    Still, apprehensive as she still felt going into the depths of these woods, Nynaeve wasn't going to let it stop her. She embraced saidar, drawing deeply on it as the joy of it coursed through her veins, her senses sharpening until she could all but hear the faintest of rustles through leaves and the sound of insects burrowing through the earth. With all of the Power within her, just let the Light-blinded forest try and drag her into a chasm!

    "There are children missing," she told Haytham after a few moments, not looking at him and instead drawing away from him, moving silently through the undergrowth with all the grace and care in every motion that she didn't show when she was working at the clinic or shuffling, almost too tired, to walk home. "I'm looking for them."


     
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  4. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    He was hoping to at least get a huff, a hidden smile, a refusal to laugh though it was on her lips. For indeed: as he spent more time with Nynaeve he discovered a strange though hidden sense of humor. He’d been quite shocked and aghast when she first smiled back at a joke, then laughed. Alas, she stared instead: stony faced and unamused at his attempts at humor…. Then the look turned almost vacant, checking her phone again as if there was something on it that kept her within her frame of mind.

    The half-smile disappeared off his face, replaced by both curiosity and concern. What was she looking at on that phone of hers that kept her so very stern?

    Then: she stared off into the darkness of the forest. Haytham blinked, looking where she was looking: but the vision showed nothing out of the ordinary. Random trails from hikers, a bike trail….. nothing out of the ordinary.

    Except the way Nynaeve was acting was like a woman possessed with some strange power. She moved with a force of confidence, one she clearly had to gather, making her way deeper into the woods as she explained she was looking for missing children. Of course as she walked Haytham followed a step behind her. His own movements just as deliberate, just as careful, as he would walk through crowds within cities. Eyes upon the golden glow of a target….

    ”…. Missing children?” Haytham inquired, keeping his voice low as they moved deeper into the forest, feeling his hand going on the handle of his sword at his hip. ”I had not heard of this: have they gone missing only just now?” And if so: why was there not more people out here? Why was the Guard not locking down the town? ”Have you informed the Defenders?”

    Surly she should, if she had yet to do so. Nynaeve was a woman of great magical skill, but so were others on the Defenders. The Leader was an elf after all! Surely they would be more than happy to help her on her search if that was the case.
     
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  5. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    108
    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    It was... It was hard to remember why she was out here. Every time she felt herself even start to get confused, Nynaeve would glance quickly down at her phone, the photo of the posters seeming almost to anchor her in the moment. Her fingers tightened around the contraption in her hand. Something about these children disappearing was far worse and far more wrong than simply getting lost in the forest.

    She barely noticed the concern or the curiosity on Haytham's face that replaced that smile she was starting to like. Her focus wasn't on him at all, which was unusual based on their previous encounters when she'd always paid him diligent attention even if it was to gripe at him. As she moved, her attention was instead on the ground, eyes scanning the mud for small footprints, whether old or fresh.

    Really, she wasn't sure what she was hoping to gain. If the children had gone missing in Silverwood, then the likelihood of her finding them was slim. The forest stretched for miles. Dozens and dozens of miles, in all directions, and the landscape inside changed at random points, a stream being in one place and then in another an hour later. There was very little chance she would manage to find any children, not without staying out here for days. Maybe she should have brought some supplies before she came out...

    Of course, he followed her as she moved, his voice coming from directly behind her. "They've been missing for days," she said, glancing at her phone again to remind herself. "And you probably saw the posters. These posters." She stopped with no warning, turning on her heel to face him, holding out her phone for him to see, with its photo of the three posters, each with a picture of a child. "Something about them makes people forget they saw them. Hence the photo."

    She ignored mention of the Defenders. They would probably do things the slow way, by starting out asking questions and filling in reports. Nynaeve had no such specific way of doing things, and nor did she need to be keeping an eye on other people. She worked much better on her own in such things. It was better when she only had to take care of herself, and she could do that very well thank you very much.

    Which was why she looked at Haytham for only a moment longer before she turned back and continued walking. "Go away," she said bluntly. It wasn't that she didn't want him there, not really. Burn the frustrating man, but she'd come to actually like his company, and that was exactly why she didn't want him there. Who knew what kind of dangers capable of making a whole town forget about posters she was walking into?


     
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  6. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham had started this encounter jovial, smiling, and ready to poke some fun at the stiff and proper Nynaeve al’Meara. Instead what he found was a woman who was indeed on a mission, and in no real mood to be poked at.

    Haytham raised a brow as she kept checking her phone, something he noticed with the more futuristic of his bodyguards. They seemed permanently glued to the devices, checking messages on starkbook and messing about: their faces constantly aglow with the screen, back hunched and eyes downcast. It had gotten to the point where he had thrown a dagger into the phone of one young man who had spent an entire debriefing staring at it without care to where he was stationed to guard his charge.

    But Nynaeve hadn’t seemed the type to phone-worship so. He wondered who she was messaging or what she was looking at that had captivated her attention so…

    Missing children. Missing for days, Haytham frowned at the implication. Had he really not noticed? No… according to her he’d seen the posters but had just forgotten. And when she turned around suddenly, showing him pictures of precious faced cherubs, pleas of parents to find them, something strange twisted in his stomach. He could not explain it, but yes: he’d seen these posters before. He just…. Kept forgetting…..

    He blinked as she turned on her heel suddenly, after staring at him for a long moment, and started marching away with an order for him to go away. ”Well…. See here hold on a moment!” Haytham sputtered, ignoring her completely as he stubbornly followed after her. ”You cannot honestly expect after that I would let you go alone?! Against a creature with the power to make others forget? At least someone should be here to watch your back….”

    It was true that he may forget why they were out here in the first place: but Haytham stood fast on the idea in his head that regardless of what he might forget: he must remember that he needed to stay with Nynaeve. That should help… right?
     
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  7. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
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    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    She could tell from his face that the photo of the posters was nagging at something inside him. That he too had seen them on the noticeboard but that he, too, had forgotten all about them. The whole thing with memory tampering made her doubt very much that the children had just got lost in the forest, as likely as that scenario would be otherwise. Instead, something must have taken them, something capable of fiddling with the memories of an entire town. Nynaeve doubted even one of the Forsaken would have the power to Compel so many people that way into forgetting something at once.

    No, it was definitely something powerful, something that fully intended to have its way with these children with no interference. Nynaeve's stomach twisted painfully. Who would steal away children in the first place? And to do what?

    Of course, her order for Haytham to go away fell on deaf ears, and as he followed after her, insisting that she would need him there to watch her back, she closed her eyes as if beseeching the Light to give her strength. "I don't-- I don't need you here," she said. Her slip had been about to say she didn't want him there, but that would have been a bare-faced lie. But the fact that she didn't need him, that was true enough.

    "If there is something magically powerful out there, you'd be as useful as a swaddled babe," she told him, turning back around to regard him with a stern gaze, the hand not clutching her phone instead moving to clutch at her braid. "I don't care how easily you can scamper around rooftops or stab the average man to death. Out of the two of us, I am the most powerful and I don't need you around to get in my way, trip me up and make me worry. Go home." She turned around again to continue on her way, lowering her hand from her braid so that she could lift up her skirts just high enough to clamber over a thick tree trunk that blocked the way.


     
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  8. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham knew that beyond the physical realm, the supernatural one was far beyond him. He also knew, as Nynaeve insisted she did not need him there, that she was merely looking out for his best interests in the matter. After all: in the face of a dreaded witch who was sneaking children away…. He was just a meat-shield.

    Still, though she made her argument with a stern glare, clutching at her braid (a sign he had learned long ago that meant she was dissatisfied or upset at something. For Nynaeve that was constantly, he was surprised she still had hair). Then turned around and started to march away, stepping over a log.

    And yet: Haytham remained, leaping over the log as if it wasn’t even there and quickly catching up to her. ”Then don’t worry for me. It is my choice to stay and assist you. Then it is my own fault if I get myself killed.” Haytham pointed out, already the thought of why he wanted to stay with her fading from his mind. All he knew was that it was important, and he feared for her safety if she was alone.

    ”Come now: surely you understand why it is dangerous to go alone?” Haytham tried to convince her, now walking along-side her with confidence. ”You decry my physical skills as useless, but they could come of interest to you later. If only to give my own life and safety for yourself?”

    He didn’t mind offering it: his life was a small thing after all. He long ago accepted his death to service of the Templars. And with the interest of his recruits, he was sure it would continue on even if he died here.

    Haytham lifted a low hanging limb that was in their path, out of her way, smiling at her in that half-way: ”I’m afraid in any case: I’m remaining. I have enough sense and wit that even though I have forgotten why: it is because it is important to do so.” He stated, stubborn. Maybe even more stubborn than Nynaeve.
     
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  9. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Nynaeve glanced sideways at him as he leapt over the fallen trunk that she'd had to clamber over awkwardly, rolling her eyes as he said that she just shouldn't worry. "Because of course it's that simple," she scoffed. She couldn't just not worry. That was like not caring when someone got hurt. It just wasn't in her. As frustrating as the man was, she would worry about him if he wandered into danger with her. He was no Warder, specially equipped to protect Aes Sedai as they were.

    She couldn't help the huff that escaped her as he continued in his insistence that he would be going along with her, and when he suggested that his usefulness would be in potentially dying to keep her safe, she stopped dead, turning sharply to the side to face him, her expression darkening and her braid all but bristling. "What a stupid notion," she said heatedly. "You will not be giving your life for mine and if you even try I'll give you a thumping so hard you'll wish you had died." Why were men always so quick to suggest giving their lives for goose-brained things? Maybe if they thought with their heads as much as they did the hair on their chests they'd come out with halfway intelligent ideas.

    Losing her temper even though she hadn't looked at her phone in the past couple of minutes and had forgotten what exactly she was looking for only that there was dangerous magic involved, Nynaeve drew deeply on saidar, weaving a few thick flows of Air and striking out with them, wrapping them around Haytham's torso, his arms bound to his sides by an unseen force that hauled him into the air before stopping with his boots dangling four feet off the ground.

    Several weaves of Earth and Fire dug down below her caused the earth to rumble, a swathe of land around and below them trembling fitfully. Lifting a hand, Nynaeve wove more flows of Fire, until a large sphere of flame appeared, hovering, above her palm. "There is nothing you can do against someone like me," she told him stiffly, "except to die, and that will be of no help to me whatsoever." Never mind that she just didn't want him to get hurt at all let alone perish because the bloody fool wanted to go trotting off after some dangerous sorceress or warlock who had clearly done something to rile Nynaeve up even if she didn't remember exactly what.

    The rumbling of the earth subsided, the fireball above her palm disappearing in a puff of smoke. She didn't quite relinquish her hold on him, however, keeping him hovering in the air in the grip of saidar. "If you don't agree to go home, I could just leave you up there," she warned. "And I don't know if I could find you again. You must have heard about the forest moving around sometimes." There was no need to tell him that even if she tied the weaves off and left him, they'd unravel by themselves and dissipate in an hour or so.


     
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  10. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham of course, did not see anything wrong with the notion of giving your life for another. It seemed quite sensible to him. Especially if it was in the service of a greater good, and no greater good was well…. He couldn’t quite remember but he knew it was important.

    He frowned, sensing a dangerous water as she seemed to get rather upset at the notion of him getting killed protecting her. ”Oh come now…. I’d hope it wouldn’t come to that.” He insisted, sensing a dark mood overtaking the healer. He was in no real mood to get shouted at, and they were wasting time, ”But you are my friend and I’d like to accompany you to at least help keep you safe-….”

    It was at this point that she used magic: lifting him in the air and pinning his arms to his sides. He let out a grunt at this, wincing at the way his arms pressed against his ribs. Any harder and they might have gotten bruised, but he was sure with this little power display that was entirely the point.

    He frowned as the ground shook beneath her feet. ”You just warned….. whatever it is we are out here for… exactly where we are. And that we are here.” He insisted almost miffed as he kept his calm, face going into the same stone-like glare as when she had accused him of calling her a weak healer in her hospital. Honestly if he was good for anything it was tracking something down in stealth!

    He sighed as she insisted he was worthless: they were getting nowhere. Whatever was out there was sure to be on their trail after that little display. ”Fine you win. Magic is a great power….. but it’s also obvious as the nose on your face. If you really want to catch this…. Whatever it is you need a great deal of subtlety…. That is where I could come in if only you would listen-.”

    She then cut him off yet again, insisting he could either go home or she’d leave him up there. ”Then I would surely die: for whatever it is will surely come to where the earth made a great deal of noise.” Haytham pointed out, looking out in the darkness of the forest. ”I’m a floating bait trap for anything out there, really. But please: go on and leave me here. Because I assure you I am not going home, I do not agree to it.

    He didn’t think she would actually leave him here…. In any case the sheer argument that she had alerted any form of monster to his general location was enough to say she shouldn’t leave him hanging, as it were.
     
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  11. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    She knew she wasn't exactly going about all of this in the best way. She just... Light burn the bloody man, she just didn't want to see him get hurt or worse in the name of trying to protect a woman who didn't need any kind of protection at all. As frustrating as he was, she had actually come to like him, for reasons she couldn't quite fathom. Perhaps it was simply loneliness. Probably just that. Whatever it was, she was in no mood to be dealing with one of the few people in Pandora she considered a... a friend... getting harmed.

    When he pointed out that she'd just warned anything out there that she'd been tracking of where they were, she frowned but refused to admit that he was in the right with that one. She... hadn't really thought about that. She'd lost her temper and she didn't always think about even obvious things when she was getting angry. Still, she let the earth rumbling subside anyway.

    Her frown only deepened as he continued. Although the tied off weaves would dissolve on their own before long and he wouldn't be kept floating in the air for hours, he had a point with that too. Burn the man, she didn't want him to be right with anything. Not that he was right about how he needed to go with her, because she refused to be wrong on that count. But he was right in that she wouldn't leave him there anyway. Even without some dangerous wielder of magic about, she was still wary of this forest. She remembered all too well the pain inflicted on her by vines and brambles, and would never have left him to potentially face any danger like that while utterly incapable of defending himself.

    "You said that I won," she pointed out stubbornly. "And since all I want is for you to go home, saying I win means you'll go." It was a last-ditch effort because she was wasting time here. Still, she lowered him to the ground and then dismissed the weaves, freeing him from the grips of Air. At least she did that - she could simply have dropped him to the ground with no warning. Not that he'd really have cared, given how easily she'd seen him jump off roofs.

    For a few moments, she stared at him, before she sighed heavily, gave her braid a thorough tug, and then turned her back on him, marching away from him. "Frustrating, irritating, wool-headed bull-goose fool," she muttered in annoyance, just loud enough for him to hear.


     
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    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham wasn’t going home. He was not just going to leave her out in these woods just to…. Whatever it was that she was doing out in these woods. He knew it was important damn it, but what exactly was it? God blast it but this forgetting nonsense was confusing, wasn’t it?

    Whatever it was, it was important enough to be out here, having an argument while his toes dangled off the ground like a child.

    ”I said you won the fight, my dear. You are indeed, magically, stronger than me.” He smiled, ”Doesn’t mean that I will be listening to you. Send me home I’ll just return and etcetera…. All we are doing is wasting valuable time doing…. Whatever needs doing.”

    At long last though, at long last, she let him down, and with her muttered insults he knew at least she was dropping the matter of him going home.

    ”Excellent!” Haytham said cheerfully, brushing off his clothes and quite content with the idea, leaning back on his heels as he looked to Nynaeve. ”Well first off we need a reminder as to why we are out here, don’t we?” The phone…. The phone in Nynaeve’s hand. He pointed at it, reminding both himself and her that there was something on there that would help them remember why they were out here, so they could continue on… doing that thing.

    ”We don’t necessarily have the epitome of surprise anymore…. But at least it won’t be expecting us to remember for long, now will it?” Catching it off guard should be the hope. He was assuming ‘it’ of course was just some kind of magic spell caster that made his brain all confused over remembering like an old man’s….
     
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  13. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Perhaps if there wasn't something very important that had brought her out here, Nynaeve might have argued her point until she was blue in the face and refused to go another step until he left, but as it was, every second that passed with them bickering like children - because she certainly wasn't the only one being childish, thank you very much - was another second that she wasn't tracking down whatever magical evil she was looking for.

    So she finally gave up, though it was plain from the tone of her voice as she insulted him five times in the space of one small sentence that she was not happy about it. Well, if he wanted to come along on some ill-conceived notion of protecting her, then he could. If he died, she wasn't going to take the blame. It would be entirely his fault.

    As he remarked cheerfully about her finally giving in, she scowled at him over her shoulder as she marched off, but caught sight of him pointing at her phone. Ah, yes. Reminder. Rather than go back to him so he could see, she stopped and waited for him to catch up, and then held out the phone where they could both see the photo on the screen. Photos... They really were astonishing, but this was no time to marvel at how it could be possible. She scanned the image of the posters, her scowl melting into a more worried expression now she remembered exactly why they were out there.

    "It will simply expect us to be two bumbling fools with no idea of what we came out here for," she agreed, the words 'we' and 'us' coming out reluctantly. "But chances are it won't be close by anyway. This forest is enormous, and the interior... shifts. Looking for anything in here is going to be incredibly difficult." She had no problem with tracking things in forests typically. She had found Egwene and the boys with Moiraine easily enough when all the mess back home had started, without even Lan ever being alerted to the fact that she had been following them for days. But that was in a normal forest. A forest like this one... Well, this was going to be a challenge.


     
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  14. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham was glad that she had given up fighting him on this. For one, he wanted to make sure at the very least she got through this forest with someone watching her back, even a nonmagical man like himself could at least give her forewarning before a surprise attack from something sinister. He also was quite interested and curious about this matter himself. The horror of kidnapped and spirited away children, whom would be forgotten and ignored, was something he wanted to look into and potentially stop. If only to help his fellow man.

    And of course the Templar took full responsibility for his own actions. He had been close to swearing an oath that he’d protect her as a Templar Knight, but it seemed they didn’t need to go into oaths. Who knows: with how explosive she’d been at the mere jest that he give his life for hers, she wouldn’t appreciate the oath taking anyway.

    Haytham watched as she checked the phone, reminded of what they were out here for. He nodded as he took a look at the phone screen, the reminder of children yet again being at stake. Placing his hands behind his back as he waited for her response. She was leading this little exhibition, he might as well be content in following her lead. Even if he kept forgetting where he was being led to: hopefully she'd continue to remind him.

    ”Quite. So it may leave us to poke around as long as we are subtle.” He responded with a gracious smile, and a certain sparkle in his eye. ”I doubt the goal should be to actually fight whatever it is anyway. But certainly we could see if there are any traces, use that picture device on your phone, and gather evidence as we go.” Taking pictures of the evidence, if they found any evidence, may work the same as the posters.

    He turned to the woods off path, blinking into the Vision to gaze around at the dark black and blue world around him. ”I’m doubtful that it would take a normal walking path….” He murmured, catching something white glowing out of the corner of his eye before walking towards it, off the path and into the woods….

    He crouched down when he saw what was highlighted white: broken branches. He dusted away the snow and dead leaves with a hand….. a satisfied smile on his face as he picked up a piece of torn cloth: the image of a cute duckie upon it.

    ”Clue one?” He called to Nynaeve, giving her the piece of torn cloth.
     
    #14 Haytham Kenway, Feb 13, 2018
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