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[the_demonmaid]

Who: The Handmaid/Demoness, OPEN
Where: Nearest comfortable bench
When: Now!
Style: Pick and I'll match
Status: OPEN!

It was... disconcerting, the way the world was tilting. Land was not supposed to tilt that way. She sat down on a nearby bench, almost instantly falling over. Maybe... just a moment. Just rest for a moment before getting back up and working.

Just... a....

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[the_demonmaid]

"You still should not have done it. While I do not doubt you or the tyrian blood could fend for yourself, it was still a risk and- who did you send a message to?"

What she has had to do to survive was not something Aradia needed to experience for herself. The pain of being so close to death and yet not dying was not something her little descendant needed to know.

[0_0]

She sent a quick message back, and gosh was she relieved they answered as quickly as they did. She had to make up something, and god did she lie her butt off... sort of. Kind of! She was still somewhat truthful, at least. "Oh, no one! Someone asked me a question, and I had to answer them."

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. "It was a risk, and I can't speak for the rest of the team, but we're not as defenseless as we may seem at times." Oh, Handmaid, if only you had known what your descendant has gone through in her lifetime... if only.

[aim_exorable]

Then it's settled. In a way, Darkleer is almost relieved for the interruption. The sooner the two of them wipe this from their respective memories, the sooner... Well, he's not sure, but he really doesn't want this hanging in the air between them any longer than need be.

Pushing himself away and up from the table, Darkleer gestures for the Helmsman to follow and begins to make his way to the coordinates sent to him. It doesn't take that long at all. Soon, the two trolls arrive, and Darkleer looks over the scene coolly.

"Handmaid. I believe you have been in better condition."

[p2iioniicii2t]

The Helmsman doesn't even bother with speaking, keeping his gaze somewhat down as they approach. He does, however, give Darkleer a faint sidelong glance-- it wasn't necessary to comment on such an obvious state of being, if one asked him. They were, after all, just here to help.

Don't try to read too much into all of this, it's really exactly what it looks like and neither of them are entirely aware.

[the_demonmaid]

No. No no no.

"Thank you for your concern, but I am fine." The Handmaid stood slowly, her eyes slightly glazed over. "Aradia, you're quite crafty. I'm very proud, and very upset."

She would be fine. She had dealt with far worse feelings before and had to keep standing. They didn't need to be there to worry over her or catch her as she started to... tip...

Her feet moved to reset her center of balance, fighting with all her will to keep from falling over right there. "I apologize for Aradia interrupting what plans you two had made."

[0_0]

Oh yes.

Aradia follows right after her ancestor, chuckling at what she says to herself. It is horrible obvious how her condition is, because honestly... Aradia has been in such a similar predicament. Turning her sight to the two trolls, she nods once. "Thank you both, I really appreciate it."

Then, she turns her attention back to the Handmaid. "Believe me," she began, grabbing lightly at the Handmaid's arm to help her stay balanced. "You'll thank me later."

[aim_exorable]

Listen, what he really wants to do is smack the terrifying mythological figure upside the head and scold her, but, well, he is a mature and polite troll most of the time. He simply had to get that out of his system.

"It is nothing, Miss Megido. Our previous engagement was winding down to a close." Kind of. For the best. Yep.

As he steps closer to Aradia and the Handmaid, he glances back to the Helmsman. "If you could keep yourself prepared in case...?" The Handmaid, he knows just from this alone, can be quite stubborn. Looking back to Aradia, he raises an eyebrow and offers his hand. "Is there somewhere in particular you wished to go, then?"

[p2iioniicii2t]

No, no, we do not smack the terrifying mythological figures. That's both insane and, well, no. It's just insane.

"Forgive our intruthion," he murmurs softly to the Handmaid as he gives Darkleer a nod.

[the_demonmaid]

Her eyes narrowed, looking between the two adult male trolls. "I do not require assistance. At all."

[0_0]

"Oh, alright, as long as I wasn't interrupting something important."

She pauses, looks to each of the ancestors, then grins. "Back to my apartment!" Aradia replies cheerfully, figuring that would be the best place to bring her back, all things considered.

I blame all of you.

[aim_exorable]

Listen, the worst she can do is kill him.

Darkleer pauses as well at Handmaid's words, and he raises a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "I see. As you wish, Miss Megido." A nod to Handmaid.

"As for you, may I please request that you remain calm and simply allow us to tend to your illness with minimum fuss? Thank you."

Didn't agree? Too bad, Handmaid, because that is Darkleer moving in all efficient-like to sweep you off your feet like you're a new bride.

[the_demonmaid]

For a moment, all she could do was goggle, shocked that he actually did it. Then, the filter between her brain and mouth cracked almost audibly.

"You fucking less than slime brained hoofbeat maggot ridden shit I cannot believe you just fucking did that you trunkbeast scrapings with barkbeast fleas riding throughout the entire thing with an extra helping of leprous genetic material, put me down now!"