Mistress Dizzy

Hopefully Sanctuary

Law enforcement, huh? Would they be de-escalating situations or something like that?

Hopefully Sanctuary

Devika had her hands clutched to her head, but this woman's sharp voice cut right through the panic surrounding her. She could feel her irritation, solid as a rock in a river. "That's..." She inhaled slow, filled her lungs, and let the breath expand her as she'd been taught. "I have to go. You're right." She breathed again, and again, shoving her panic down.

"They expect me to be useful. And I can see my parents again, too." She smiled weakly, staring at Roxy. "You really are immune to me, huh? That's so crazy. I don't feel my emotions rebounding from you at all."

Slowly she raised up, shaking off the last vestiges of panic. Somehow the firm reprimand had set her mind back into place. "Thank you. You were Roxy, right? I'm Devika. It's going to take me some time to pack. I could have it all done by tonight, I think. There's leftovers in the fridge if you want to eat something." She couldn't remember much else about having people over. "Uh. I'll start packing, then."

Hopefully Sanctuary

What sort of work is available for empaths?

In Search of Gaea: a Seafaring Fantasy Adventure

If I could convince you to do some manner of techfantasy merfolk...

Hopefully Sanctuary

Devika stopped, with her arms full of sheets, staring directly at the other woman. "W-what? You're... no, you're joking. The letter says you're supposed to come here -" She dropped everything right on the floor and stomped down the hall, snatching up the letter and starting to read. "...To miss Jones, your selected anchor, blah blah, morning of today, blah blah blah, rehabilitated into society - month trial run rent paid apartment no-" As she read aloud, the words started to stumble over each other, as her tongue tripped over the realization. "Oh no, no I- I can't go back, it's been too long. I-- I can't be around people, I can't - I can't, they said I was too young when I started, and now too old to Anchor, and - and-"

She wasn't breathing now, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. "I can't go back to the city."

Hopefully Sanctuary

i'm not sure if i misread what was posted, or if Devika didn't pay attention. i will leave it as is, her shock will be more entertaining

i will try to post tomorrow.

Hopefully Sanctuary

Oops. Yeah - she'd be muttering from there. Devika's social skills have... let's just say atrophied.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Having missed the boat, I think I'm going to give this a pass for now. I go back to work on Monday and it's going to be... well, it's going to suck a lot.

Hopefully Sanctuary

The door opened without a question, the usual 'who is it' or any variation. Devika stood there with her arms full of sheets, her brown eyes staring behind her glasses. She looked the other, skinny woman up and down, with an absence of expression on her face.

"Didn't get the letter until this afternoon. The government's timely as usual." With that as a greeting, she backed up from the door and headed down the hall. "I'm still setting up your area. Just... put your things anywhere, I guess." Her voice vanished down the hall.

Her cabin was small, but in a cozy way. She had pictures on the wall, a little living area with a cozy couch, some thriving houseplants and a kitchen area. All tidy, but not spotless, just - lived-in.

Devika herself was making up the spare bed with something close to anger. Not true anger, she didn't let herself feel that way anymore. Just a bitter tang of annoyance at having to do this at all, not to mention having to do it so fast. Almost 6 years all alone, and now suddenly she had to get an Anchor? Wasn't she just fine, alone? Why did she need to be 'normal'?

She had a plug-in fan running in the room to try and clear out the dust, and had shoved her collective junk into a closet. She had no idea what this woman ate, or didn't, or how she slept, or how the heck they would be getting along. She snapped the covers taut with a huff and folded them over, and sneezed. "Ugh. All of this sucks."

The Marchand School of Sorcery

It will be some time but I'm considering the librarian with Runic Casting, and weapon infusement. If I also get a student, Trickery for sure.