The Inn
Ghent approached the establishment from his usual route. After he moved onto the porch, he stepped around Gareth. ?Pardon.? And then in he went. Dark eyes looked around briefly before he headed to a booth.
Gareth stomped his feet a few times on the porch, nodding to Ghent, then moved in after the gentleman.
Ghent kept the hood of his sweatshirt up, even after he sat. An encounter earlier in the day had him feeling slightly jarred.
Ada looked at her watch as she approached the Inn. She was jogging and trying to read the numbers, and when she finally saw them, she pushed it to a full run. She barely managed to slow down long enough to grab the edge of the porch and swing around, clomping up the steps. She made a heck of a racket and as the door was ripped open, she slid through, looking around the Inn. She looked at her watch again, panting and obviously late.
Tea bags were finally removed from the mug and thrown in the trash before reaching for some lemon. Once done, Rena looked up and paused, quirking a brow. ?Should I call the cops??
Of course, Ghent looked toward the door at all of the commotion. He almost chuckled, but he restrained it to a smile instead. He said nothing though. He was just watching Ada.
She finally sees Ghent and immediately seems very relieved. She turns to look at Rena, shaking her head. "No cops -- thanks -- though." She was talking between breaths. And then she made her way towards the booth, a hand moving to hold her aching side.
?The cop comment was to him,? Rena replied with a chuckle, her head canting towards Gareth. ?But that works too.?
His dark eyes glanced to Rena for a moment when the two women exchanged words, then they shifted back to Ada as she sat down. ?Are you all right? You seemed to be in quite the rush.?
Ada placed her arms down on the table, then her head down on her arms as she tried to catch her breath. "I was running -- late." This was muffled, since her head was down.
He caught the "late" part, anyway. So, he nodded a little bit. ?Late for what, sweetie?? Had they planned something? He definitely forgot, if so. All he could think about was earlier.
She just held a hand up, trying to make him understand that whatever it was, it didn't matter. Finally, she sat up and looked across the table at Ghent. "Nothing. What's up?"
Ghent paused for a few moments, before he lifted the object at his side. He offered it to Ada across the table. ?I found your umbrella.? His tone was far from jovial, though.
Ada?s face lit up at the sight of the pink umbrella. She made an excited squeak and reached out for it. "Where did you find it? Oh, it's been gone forever!"
He wasn't sure if it would have the same effect on her. Maybe if he showed her the note first, but even then, he couldn't be positive. He pulled the umbrella back and produced a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his hoodie. ?Read this first.?
Ada looked like he had taken her favorite toy away, and she actually pouted a little when she took the note off of him. Sitting back in her seat, Ada read over the note and then just stared at it. She was obviously thinking it over.
He figured it was safe to put the object on the table, now. He almost smiled when she pouted, but he had to keep himself on track. So, he waited.
She mouthed one or two of the words, reading the note over and over again. Her expression stiffened as she tried to understand what she was looking at. She's not nearly as good at deductive reasoning as Ghent. But, she didn't remember writing the note.
Ghent was mostly watching her reaction now. Would it work? That was the question. Much of his memory had been restored. He wasn't sure if it was touching the umbrella, reading the note, or both that had actually done it.
It didn't really seem to do anything but confuse her. "Did you write this? I don't remember..." She frowned and turned the paper over, looking at it up-side-down.
?Not me, no. Someone very much like me.? He picked up the umbrella and offered it to Ada. Not insistently, though -- casually.
She took the umbrella and held the note loosely in her fingers. "Was it Lily?" Who else could it be, other than one of his sisters? After all, they were very much like him.
?No, it wasn't.? Ghent sounded a little disappointed when he spoke. Maybe whatever had happened was only meant for him. He sighed quietly and withdrew his hand.
She set the umbrella on the table and looked back at Ghent once again. "What is this? I-I don't understand..." And she didn't, but it was obvious to her that something was up.
?It's nothing, Ada.? He didn't think an explanation would do anything but confuse her more. Ghent got quiet, as he wondered what his options were now.
The umbrella was set next to her, and she picked the note up again. "I couldn't have written this... this is so neat. Like I would have used my right hand. But... it looks like my writing. I don't remember writing it..."
?You didn't, Ada. I did, in the future.? Maybe the direct approach would work. He gritted his teeth a little, though. He figured he had a large chance of her just getting more confused.
Ada immediately stopped letting her mind wander and became very focused on Ghent very quickly. She obviously needed to really pay attention now. "The future..." The last word was whispered across the table to him. "I had a dream last night..."
?About what?? He wasn't quite whispering, but he did quiet himself a little. Dark eyes were locked on Ada.
"You were going somewhere, and I was trying to stop you. But you were older, and you thought I was older." She wouldn't have thought the dream was that important, but when he mentioned the future, she had to mention it.
Ghent tried to think as to what might have related to that. Pieces of his memory were still missing, but maybe there was enough to solve that puzzle of a dream. His hood still hadn't been pulled down. He tilted his head to gaze at the tabletop. ?I see.?
"And then you said, something like, 'how did he kiss you?' or... like, 'well, did he kiss you?'" She wasn't too sure, and shook her head.
Ghent lifted a hand up to his head, pressing against the hood. His head suddenly started to hurt. He squinted hard, as the memory began to come back. ?You were stopping the future version of me from locating me.? It probably sounded confusing.
It did, and it was. Ada reached a hand out to make sure he was all right. "Yes." She was talking about the dream. "That was what happened, and then you said --"
Ghent looked up when Ada's words got cut off. He opened his eyes fully so he could look at her. The pain in his head was constant, but not extreme.
"I think I know who might be behind this. I mean, if it's the future, then it might be him." She didn't recall ever mentioning Theron to Ghent before. "He's a mage, and he can travel through time."
But, of course, Theron was very prominent in his restored memories. ?Yes, Theron.? He didn't hesitate to mention the man's name. His blood already began to boil.
Hearing her godfather's name out of Ghent's mouth shocked her. She looked around, to see if anyone was listening, then moved over to Ghent's side of the booth, her voice a low whisper. "Tell me what you know, Ghent. This is serious..." Honestly, she didn't have any conception of what Ghent knew, but she was certain that if time and Theron were involved, then something bad was happening.
?He wanted a price for helping you, Ada; a price that required something from the future.? He wasn't sure he should say what it was. Ghent's dark eyes definitely matched his current tone.
"What?" She leaned in a bit, her eyes glued on the note sitting on the table. She was starting to understand why everything had seemed so different since the night they had showed back up at the guest house.
?Our daughter.? Ghent spoke quietly. He lowered his head a little, so that his eyes weren't visible. He remembered stealing the baby from their future selves now. It explained why he had been feeling so terrible.
The breath seemed to catch in Ada's throat, and she tightened her jaw. She didn't remember what had happened, but the feeling attached to it rushed back to her. A hand was placed firmly on the bench, and she leveraged herself out of the booth, collecting up her things.
He lifted his head slightly, when he heard the noises from her getting up. ?Where are you going, Ada?? His tone was devoid of emotion, though. He wasn't sure if she remembered and was trying to get away from him, or if it was something else entirely.
"I'm ending this now." Adalia's tone was uneven, and already her hands were shaking, but she looked and acted like someone who was determined. "I-I don't know what this is, but it will end." It felt like there was a ball of ice settled in her stomach.
?I'm coming with you.? Ghent shut his eyes for a moment and then moved out of the booth. He pulled the Jericho out of its holster and examined Ada for a moment.
What could she say to that? She wouldn't turn down his help. "I should have never asked for his help." The note was shoved into her pocket, and the umbrella hung off of her wrist. It just made it seem all the more obvious that she was shaking, though. But, she headed for the door, anyway.
?It's all right, Ada. This isn't your fault.? Ghent cocked the gun and followed after Ada. Negotiation was definitely not something on his mind.
"Come on..." She pushed the door open and held it for him. She would start looking in the most obvious place.
((This is adapted and edited from the public play of January 16th, 2008, in the Red Dragon Inn without permission from all parties involved. For more information, or to request parts of this are removed, please PM Adalia Dodd))
Ghent approached the establishment from his usual route. After he moved onto the porch, he stepped around Gareth. ?Pardon.? And then in he went. Dark eyes looked around briefly before he headed to a booth.
Gareth stomped his feet a few times on the porch, nodding to Ghent, then moved in after the gentleman.
Ghent kept the hood of his sweatshirt up, even after he sat. An encounter earlier in the day had him feeling slightly jarred.
Ada looked at her watch as she approached the Inn. She was jogging and trying to read the numbers, and when she finally saw them, she pushed it to a full run. She barely managed to slow down long enough to grab the edge of the porch and swing around, clomping up the steps. She made a heck of a racket and as the door was ripped open, she slid through, looking around the Inn. She looked at her watch again, panting and obviously late.
Tea bags were finally removed from the mug and thrown in the trash before reaching for some lemon. Once done, Rena looked up and paused, quirking a brow. ?Should I call the cops??
Of course, Ghent looked toward the door at all of the commotion. He almost chuckled, but he restrained it to a smile instead. He said nothing though. He was just watching Ada.
She finally sees Ghent and immediately seems very relieved. She turns to look at Rena, shaking her head. "No cops -- thanks -- though." She was talking between breaths. And then she made her way towards the booth, a hand moving to hold her aching side.
?The cop comment was to him,? Rena replied with a chuckle, her head canting towards Gareth. ?But that works too.?
His dark eyes glanced to Rena for a moment when the two women exchanged words, then they shifted back to Ada as she sat down. ?Are you all right? You seemed to be in quite the rush.?
Ada placed her arms down on the table, then her head down on her arms as she tried to catch her breath. "I was running -- late." This was muffled, since her head was down.
He caught the "late" part, anyway. So, he nodded a little bit. ?Late for what, sweetie?? Had they planned something? He definitely forgot, if so. All he could think about was earlier.
She just held a hand up, trying to make him understand that whatever it was, it didn't matter. Finally, she sat up and looked across the table at Ghent. "Nothing. What's up?"
Ghent paused for a few moments, before he lifted the object at his side. He offered it to Ada across the table. ?I found your umbrella.? His tone was far from jovial, though.
Ada?s face lit up at the sight of the pink umbrella. She made an excited squeak and reached out for it. "Where did you find it? Oh, it's been gone forever!"
He wasn't sure if it would have the same effect on her. Maybe if he showed her the note first, but even then, he couldn't be positive. He pulled the umbrella back and produced a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his hoodie. ?Read this first.?
Ada looked like he had taken her favorite toy away, and she actually pouted a little when she took the note off of him. Sitting back in her seat, Ada read over the note and then just stared at it. She was obviously thinking it over.
He figured it was safe to put the object on the table, now. He almost smiled when she pouted, but he had to keep himself on track. So, he waited.
She mouthed one or two of the words, reading the note over and over again. Her expression stiffened as she tried to understand what she was looking at. She's not nearly as good at deductive reasoning as Ghent. But, she didn't remember writing the note.
Ghent was mostly watching her reaction now. Would it work? That was the question. Much of his memory had been restored. He wasn't sure if it was touching the umbrella, reading the note, or both that had actually done it.
It didn't really seem to do anything but confuse her. "Did you write this? I don't remember..." She frowned and turned the paper over, looking at it up-side-down.
?Not me, no. Someone very much like me.? He picked up the umbrella and offered it to Ada. Not insistently, though -- casually.
She took the umbrella and held the note loosely in her fingers. "Was it Lily?" Who else could it be, other than one of his sisters? After all, they were very much like him.
?No, it wasn't.? Ghent sounded a little disappointed when he spoke. Maybe whatever had happened was only meant for him. He sighed quietly and withdrew his hand.
She set the umbrella on the table and looked back at Ghent once again. "What is this? I-I don't understand..." And she didn't, but it was obvious to her that something was up.
?It's nothing, Ada.? He didn't think an explanation would do anything but confuse her more. Ghent got quiet, as he wondered what his options were now.
The umbrella was set next to her, and she picked the note up again. "I couldn't have written this... this is so neat. Like I would have used my right hand. But... it looks like my writing. I don't remember writing it..."
?You didn't, Ada. I did, in the future.? Maybe the direct approach would work. He gritted his teeth a little, though. He figured he had a large chance of her just getting more confused.
Ada immediately stopped letting her mind wander and became very focused on Ghent very quickly. She obviously needed to really pay attention now. "The future..." The last word was whispered across the table to him. "I had a dream last night..."
?About what?? He wasn't quite whispering, but he did quiet himself a little. Dark eyes were locked on Ada.
"You were going somewhere, and I was trying to stop you. But you were older, and you thought I was older." She wouldn't have thought the dream was that important, but when he mentioned the future, she had to mention it.
Ghent tried to think as to what might have related to that. Pieces of his memory were still missing, but maybe there was enough to solve that puzzle of a dream. His hood still hadn't been pulled down. He tilted his head to gaze at the tabletop. ?I see.?
"And then you said, something like, 'how did he kiss you?' or... like, 'well, did he kiss you?'" She wasn't too sure, and shook her head.
Ghent lifted a hand up to his head, pressing against the hood. His head suddenly started to hurt. He squinted hard, as the memory began to come back. ?You were stopping the future version of me from locating me.? It probably sounded confusing.
It did, and it was. Ada reached a hand out to make sure he was all right. "Yes." She was talking about the dream. "That was what happened, and then you said --"
Ghent looked up when Ada's words got cut off. He opened his eyes fully so he could look at her. The pain in his head was constant, but not extreme.
"I think I know who might be behind this. I mean, if it's the future, then it might be him." She didn't recall ever mentioning Theron to Ghent before. "He's a mage, and he can travel through time."
But, of course, Theron was very prominent in his restored memories. ?Yes, Theron.? He didn't hesitate to mention the man's name. His blood already began to boil.
Hearing her godfather's name out of Ghent's mouth shocked her. She looked around, to see if anyone was listening, then moved over to Ghent's side of the booth, her voice a low whisper. "Tell me what you know, Ghent. This is serious..." Honestly, she didn't have any conception of what Ghent knew, but she was certain that if time and Theron were involved, then something bad was happening.
?He wanted a price for helping you, Ada; a price that required something from the future.? He wasn't sure he should say what it was. Ghent's dark eyes definitely matched his current tone.
"What?" She leaned in a bit, her eyes glued on the note sitting on the table. She was starting to understand why everything had seemed so different since the night they had showed back up at the guest house.
?Our daughter.? Ghent spoke quietly. He lowered his head a little, so that his eyes weren't visible. He remembered stealing the baby from their future selves now. It explained why he had been feeling so terrible.
The breath seemed to catch in Ada's throat, and she tightened her jaw. She didn't remember what had happened, but the feeling attached to it rushed back to her. A hand was placed firmly on the bench, and she leveraged herself out of the booth, collecting up her things.
He lifted his head slightly, when he heard the noises from her getting up. ?Where are you going, Ada?? His tone was devoid of emotion, though. He wasn't sure if she remembered and was trying to get away from him, or if it was something else entirely.
"I'm ending this now." Adalia's tone was uneven, and already her hands were shaking, but she looked and acted like someone who was determined. "I-I don't know what this is, but it will end." It felt like there was a ball of ice settled in her stomach.
?I'm coming with you.? Ghent shut his eyes for a moment and then moved out of the booth. He pulled the Jericho out of its holster and examined Ada for a moment.
What could she say to that? She wouldn't turn down his help. "I should have never asked for his help." The note was shoved into her pocket, and the umbrella hung off of her wrist. It just made it seem all the more obvious that she was shaking, though. But, she headed for the door, anyway.
?It's all right, Ada. This isn't your fault.? Ghent cocked the gun and followed after Ada. Negotiation was definitely not something on his mind.
"Come on..." She pushed the door open and held it for him. She would start looking in the most obvious place.
((This is adapted and edited from the public play of January 16th, 2008, in the Red Dragon Inn without permission from all parties involved. For more information, or to request parts of this are removed, please PM Adalia Dodd))