As they were meant to be: Fara had chosen this outcropping of rock based on studies of the scans of the area that had been uploaded into all of their brains before going in, just in the event that this sort of separation might happen. Others might choose elsewhere to bolt to, but Fara knew just how awful going toe to toe against something many sizes larger than herself could be. Because all the caetran entrances had been collapsed, it meant that any Agents utilizing either their bodies or asandus ones were going to have to resort to magic... and Fara and her team were by this point well versed. Maybe not enough to fend off an Agent on equal turf, but at least enough to keep them alive for a little while longer.
When the daemon-human pair came scouting out, two of her team raised pebbles, psionically skilled as they'd proven to be, ready to send them spiraling through the brains and hearts of the suspected threats. Fara hissed a ceasefire, recognizing the shapes immediately.
She spoke first to Tunada, a terse chatter of me's that enfolded trust-locking mechanisms. It didn't always work to keep information out of the hands of the Agents, but it was more prone to work in those who were suggestible. There were layers of trust here that couldn't simply be programmed. Fara stepped out of the shadows a few moments later. "Kaitan," she bowed, lacking skirts to curtsy with.
Fara had changed in the time between when Kaitan had last seen her and now, and not simply because she'd been trapped in isolation against her will. Things were rather more complicated, and her expression reflected the terse nerves she was trying to hide between grateful appreciation and the stabbing pangs that she couldn't quite extricate. This Kaitan was still dreaming. That meant that she technically wasn't 'real'... and it meant that unless she was ready for it, she wasn't going to be more than a temporary help. That didn't mean that the younger woman didn't feel deeply about her... but those were all from a very vivid dream.
"Kaitan," she greeted. Fara was dressed in a simple Erysan travelling smock, the various blues of it already spattered with blood and red-orange dust. She had a sleek line and moved with a liquid certainty more effective than the bearer of the Everen Stones herself... it was impossible to hide that leap in self-confidence even under the stress of everything that had gone so wrong! "I know it's impossible that I'm out here, but I need you both to trust me: I've gotten myself and some friends into rather a lot of trouble and we need the utmost secrecy. I need your help again."
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When the daemon-human pair came scouting out, two of her team raised pebbles, psionically skilled as they'd proven to be, ready to send them spiraling through the brains and hearts of the suspected threats. Fara hissed a ceasefire, recognizing the shapes immediately.
She spoke first to Tunada, a terse chatter of me's that enfolded trust-locking mechanisms. It didn't always work to keep information out of the hands of the Agents, but it was more prone to work in those who were suggestible. There were layers of trust here that couldn't simply be programmed. Fara stepped out of the shadows a few moments later. "Kaitan," she bowed, lacking skirts to curtsy with.
Fara had changed in the time between when Kaitan had last seen her and now, and not simply because she'd been trapped in isolation against her will. Things were rather more complicated, and her expression reflected the terse nerves she was trying to hide between grateful appreciation and the stabbing pangs that she couldn't quite extricate. This Kaitan was still dreaming. That meant that she technically wasn't 'real'... and it meant that unless she was ready for it, she wasn't going to be more than a temporary help. That didn't mean that the younger woman didn't feel deeply about her... but those were all from a very vivid dream.
"Kaitan," she greeted. Fara was dressed in a simple Erysan travelling smock, the various blues of it already spattered with blood and red-orange dust. She had a sleek line and moved with a liquid certainty more effective than the bearer of the Everen Stones herself... it was impossible to hide that leap in self-confidence even under the stress of everything that had gone so wrong! "I know it's impossible that I'm out here, but I need you both to trust me: I've gotten myself and some friends into rather a lot of trouble and we need the utmost secrecy. I need your help again."