+1 gun fight

[sweetcandygirl]

A new door opens in the Nexus, signalled by the fact that there is a serious gun-fight on the other end. A young blonde, wearing skin-tight clothes and sporting colorful ponytails, rolls through the door. She fires some shots back into the scene that she just left as cover fire, before slamming the door closed for a brief moment to catch her breath.

It takes her a moment to realize that she doesn't hear the gun fire anymore.

And then she stands, alerted to the fact that she is somewhere new. Somewhere with millions of sights... and sounds... Her eyes get big. And wide.

She puts her gun into a holster at her hips, as she spins around to take in everything all at once. And laughs, as she spins faster and faster, until she gets a little dizzy and has to sit down.

When a random couch shows up right in front of her, it causes another laugh as the girl plops down on the cushy cushions. "I am dreaming... someone pinch me."

Comments

[sweetcandygirl]

"I knew that I liked you for some reason..."

"What did you do?" Harley tilts her head, interested.

[gate_crasher]

"I mixed a potion for someone," he answers, then goes on to explain, "at the time of my arrest, I didn't understand what was happening. I thought perhaps I had the mischance to catch the eye of a few guards with a grudge against Argonians. Rather than beat me in an alleyway and leave me, they took me to the imperial prison and placed me in a cell indefinitely. I was not told why, and have only inferred probabilities as I learned more of surrounding circumstances."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Sounds like maybe you were set up..." Harley shrugs lightly.

"Is that what you call yourself? An Argonian?"

[gate_crasher]

"That was my conclusion, as well. A woman came to me, asking for a potent sleeping potion for her husband. She wove a tale of a man cursed with insomnia, and I was young and foolish enough not to question. I mixed her a draught that would put anyone to sleep, deeply and for hours. It was my finest early achievement." He chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "She took the potion and went away, and three days later I was arrested as I described."

"I am a Saxhleel, but in the Imperial tongue we are called Argonians, yes."

[sweetcandygirl]

"That sort of sucks... when you trust someone and get hurt by it."

"Saxhleel..." She repeats, as carefully as she can.

[gate_crasher]

"Indeed," he agrees, "a disappointment, but an instructive one."

He nods appreciatively at her recitation. "That is very good pronunciation."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I used to be a psychiatrist. I had to know a lot of medical terms."

[gate_crasher]

"'Psychiatrist?'" he echoes, his own pronunciation similarly careful and precise. "I regret to say I do not know the word. What does it mean?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"A psychiatrist is a doctor who studies the mind."

[gate_crasher]

"A healer of the mind? Intriguing."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I was tasked with studying the most twisted mind of them all, someone they call Joker. He twisted my mind instead..."

"And now... here I am..."

She blinks once. "Oh! By the way. I'm Harley."

[gate_crasher]

"My sympathies; it is ever the peril of approaching evil, to become scarred by it. I hope you have been able to heal yourself in the time since?"

Her introduction is met with a smile, and an extended hand. "I am pleased to meet you, Harley. I am called Shade-Seeker." His scales are warm, and smooth as pearls.

[sweetcandygirl]

"I will never be the girl I once am. Just have to be okay with the girl I am now." Harley shrugs her shoulders slightly.

She takes his offered hand. A little marveled at hos smooth his scales are. "Shade-Seeker. Is that like a codename?"

[gate_crasher]

"The hatchling goes not back into the shell, nor the fledged bird back into the nest. It is well if you have found peace with yourself."

He looks puzzled at the question. "Code... name? I am not certain what that means. It is the way of my people to bestow or take names which describe the person named. With my odd coloration, I am less comfortable in the sun; thus, I seek the shade, yes?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"My peace is not quite there. Yet." But she is working on it.

"That is a pretty close way of explaining it. A name you call yourself, based on your abilities or other traits that describe that person."

"Every one of my team members has a codename. Except me."

[gate_crasher]

"Your name does not describe you? Are you, then, not a Harley?" By that little smile, and the glint in his eye, he might be gently teasing her.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Most people know the name 'Harley' by the motorbikes... and I ain't no motorbike."

Harley smiles at that little glint in his eye. "It is a nick-name. Short for Harleen."

[gate_crasher]

"Motor... bike?" Sorry, Harley, he doesn't have Drax's reflexes.

"Ah. Would you prefer to be addressed as Harleen?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"It is a mode of transportation. A motorized bike. I will show you mine sometime."

"No way. Harley is perfect."

[gate_crasher]

"I would like that, thank you."

"If the name fits you, then surely it describes you. Whatever else the word may also describe, in the context of you, it describes you."

[sweetcandygirl]

"You got all sorts of smarts, dont'cha?" She smiles. "I like the reasoning."

[gate_crasher]

"I would hope so," he admits with a chuckle. "I would make a very poor mage without the wit and wisdom to direct my magic." His smile warms, as well, when she seems pleased with his conclusion.

[sweetcandygirl]

"So can you do anything and everything with magic? Or do you just have a specialization?"

[gate_crasher]

"Ha! Anything and everything, I could wish!" He chuckles. "I can do some things with magic, limited by my skills, and by the nature of magic itself. But I do strive to improve the factors that I can."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Striving to improve is important."