[Gunnar/Noelle/Anais] - X-DAV Tea Time

[deathbell]

Who: Gunnar, Noelle, and Anais
When: Let's say Friday, April 8
Where: X-DAV headquarters
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: To be determined



It was unfortunate that Gunnar had been on his way to restock when he came to this strange new world. The poisons he had with him were precious few, potions even less so, and then there was his tea...

He looked at the remains of tea leaves in his tin canister. It was enough for one pot. Only one. They were plants he had been told were not native to this strange, new world. He barely frowned as he helped himself to the kitchen supplies, having already been shown the ways of the gas stove by Zale. The rogue had his uses.

Soon, the kettle was whistling, and he poured the steaming water into ceramic mugs and their strange little pictures. It was different. Everything had been so different. Gunnar missed his old clothes, too. Jeans were stiff and uncomfortable, and so many of the shirts had images and words on them. His current was mostly black with the word "aggro" written in white. Gunnar had no idea of its meaning, only that it was the most plain one he could find out of what Zale had given him.

He brought the tea in on a tray into the lounge area and set it on the coffee table. "A bit of home," he offered.

But maybe he shouldn't be calling it that.

Comments

[deathbell]

The paladin's response surprised Gunnar, and what should have been pacifying was only fueling his bubbling doubts. Before, only the thoughts of a girl who didn't even exist had brought him to question himself, but at least it was a question of different, but visible, paths to take.

"There is no need," he said. "Not on my account."

There was no excuse he could think of, so he offered none and made for the door to return to his room.

[vallinar]

That was... unexpected, and Anais could only stare after him in confusion.

At least she had enough sense to wait until Gunnar was out of the room before turning to Noelle, and asking, "Was it something I said?"

[catchingseasons]

"Yes," she said simply, for it was the truth. "It appears he takes offense to our lack of full trust in X-DAV."

[vallinar]

"Ah." She supposed she couldn't blame Gunnar for that, of course. If Anais had been a more trusting sort, she might have been offended, as well. As it was, however, Anais had learned a long time ago that simply trusting people blindly bit you in the end. She couldn't remember how or why she had learned that lesson, something that confused her the more she tried to remember why she felt that way, but she supposed that if she did trust everybody she came across, she might be dead by now. "I was unaware he would not take it that well."

[catchingseasons]

"I, as well," she admitted, though that was because she had no idea, really, what kind of person Gunnar was.

"I have an errand that takes me to the Bastan in this city," she said, finding a change of topic to something she could adequately address more preferable. "Would you like to accompany me?"

[vallinar]

Secretly, Anais was quite grateful for the subject change, and she gave Noelle a little smile. "I would. I admit, I am curious about Bastan somehow being in this world."

[catchingseasons]

Noelle wondered if there was any paladin who wouldn't be curious about it.

She stood from her chair, gathering the mugs as she did so. "I will meet you downstairs in five minutes," she said, taking them to the sink to be washed. Her bow and quiver were already in the same room, propped up against the wall right below the window.