July Arrivals

[sixthiteration]

WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED

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In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.

Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.

But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.

It is the first of July.

It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Comments

[itchtokill]

He frowns and stares at her, almost incredulous, as he tries to figure out exactly what is going on. "What are you playing at?" he barks it almost like an order, a demand at answers because this reality didn't match up with his expectations. He's cautious, never entirely sure what to expect-- from her or what new things these universes tended to throw in their directions. Everything in this moment was utterly unpredictable.

Then again, maybe she wasn't playing at anything at all. Something from the fountain made her forget, maybe? But he was fine...maybe because she's human and he isn't? He isn't sure yet, and everything etched into his features was obvious confusion.

[thesavior]

Emma laughed at him. This was not a haha funny type of laugh, but instead a desperate kind of hysterical type of laugh. If Kol was looking at Emma with a confused expression on his face, it had nothing on the expression that Emma currently had on her face.

This was her family he seemed to know so intimately, and she felt a cold stab of fear strike her. "Me? You act as if you know me..... know my family and you're asking what I'm playing at? Who the hell are you and how do you know my family?"

[itchtokill]

“Know is a bit intimate, luv. More I know of you. And your rather blatant and obvious hatred of me and mine.” Snappy attitudes are so rarely met well with Kol, and given the state of things back home--home. Lawrence is home and the thought still shocks him when it crosses his mind--it’s hardly the best time for it. Not that she’d know. Or care.

“Did you honestly forget that you’ve been living in bloody Kansas for, I dunno, a good couple years now?” He’s incredulous again, still not able to wrap his mind around her not knowing. She’d been there long than he had, for God’s sake. Or not for His, since He’d abandoned that entirely bloody universe, apparently. “Surely you at least remember your daughter, yeah?” He folds his arms across his chest, indignant. No matter what’s thrown at them, something usually sticks, right? So Aislinn would be it, probably. The thing that jogged her memory somehow.

[thesavior]

"Hatred?" Emma repeated back to him, in a somewhat amazed voice. Emma was a rare one to leap immediately to hate these days. If you caught her 5 years ago, she was more jaded back then, but to be honest who wouldn't be? It's not easy to get over being abandoned.

Emma stood straighter. He was talking about someone else, he had to be.She had never been to Kansas before, unless she counted Zelena, and she would rather not think about her at all.

"I've never lived in Kansas. Is it possible you mean someone else?"

[itchtokill]

"Yeah, it's been pretty clear-cut." He perks a brow and folds his arms across his chest. Why was she doubting it? Did she honestly not remember a single bit of it? What was the Seal playing at, here? What good does this do? Was this the blasted thing having a go at trust-falls and bonding exercises?!

"You're telling me you don't even remember Aislinn? How about Jim Moriarty? Never met the bloke, but I hear you two had quite the thing back in the day. Luckily Graham loves the girl like she's his, I s'pose, or you'd probably have quite the spitfire on your hands later." He snorts and rolls his eyes when she says she's never lived in Kansas. "Tell that to the at least two years I know you've been there. You know, fighting another world's Apocalypse an' all?"

[thesavior]

It was Emma's turn to roll her eyes now, because either this man was off his rocker, stubborn as all get out, or just plain stupid. She dismissed the latter off the bat because anyone who used as many fancy words as Kol did was not a dumb man. The jury was still out on the other two though.

"That is what I am telling you. Have you ever thought it could be a different me?" She asked, hands on her hips.

[itchtokill]

Well, he supposes it's not entirely impossible or anything. Of course he knows the possibility, he'd seen several peopleove through Lawrence multiple times, some on a return with their memories of the place still in tact, others more like blank slates. He's not sure why he's so convinced she couldn't be another version. Probably that thing that was something like hope in the back of his mind fueling the belief this was another in many short trips of the Seal's design. And that's a belief he doesn't intend to let go of any time soon.

"Maybe," he humors her cautiously, squinting slightly in her direction, still not ready to believe what she's saying. "Either way, I'm getting out of here. There's gotta be something more than this bloody fountain around."

He doesn't even bother inviting her to tag along or give her a chance to respond, he just gives her a curt sort of half-wave before turning on his heel and stalking off.