GBG Pilot Lahja: Session 1

<Darkling> It's nighttime, and something has woken you up. The room is quite and dark, save for the glow coming from the window and the emergency light near the door.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks about, eyes just a bit more than half closed. She creeps out of bed and quietly moves toward the window to see what the glow is all about.
<Darkling> Unfiltered moonlight pours in through flakes of snow. It's a little chilly by the window.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja quietly sighs at that. With much less attempt at stealth she makes her way over to the door, opening it and peeking outside.
<Darkling> The door seems stuck, probably locked from the outside.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> She mutters under her breath. Why lock the door if the emergency light is on? She puts her ear up against the door, just to see if it sounds like an emergency.
<Darkling> No sounds from the hallway, no alarms going off either. As silent as it should be in the middle of the night.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja sighs with relief. She goes back over to the window again, then tries to open it. Sure, it was cold, but it was also pretty.
<Darkling> It opens a creak letting in some even colder air, snow rustling through your hair.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "You know, Ragnarok..." Lahja mutters quietly in an almost affectionate tone, shivering a bit from the influx of colder air. "This is a big security risk. There could be trolls out there."
<Darkling> Ragnarok agrees, rubbing up against your ankles, winding between your legs and purring.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja relaxes a tad instinctively, then suddenly shudders and looks down, halfway expecting to see a zombie. She stares a while longer, then with great hesistancy she sits down on the ground to pet the kitty. "Couldn't stay six feet under, hm?"
<Darkling> The cat purrs and pushes it's head into your palm. "It's a very pretty cat you've got." Comes a sweet voice from across the room.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja delicately scratches around the cat's ears, her eyes getting a tad watery while she ponders how this could be. Probably cow gas. Or maybe none of what she thinks has happened has actually happened and was actually the product of cow gas. Either way, she fakes a cough, using it as cover to wipe her eyes before she looks to the source of the voice. "Hm? Thank you. This is Ragnarok." Lahja responds, her voice quiet.
<Darkling> Ivy steps forward in her pajamas, a long white t-shirt over short shorts. "I had a kitten once, back home before I got evacuated."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "What was your kitty like?" Lahja asks as she carries on showering Ragnarok with attention.
<Darkling> "He was a calico, and very tiny. The runt of the litter I suppose. Always trying to get into places he shouldn't." She giggles in remembrance. "I once found him sitting in the sink, in a bowl, just sleeping with drops of water slowly dripping on him."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "That's cute... and amazing. Did you know a male calico almost never happens? Even before animals got as rare as they are now." And then she quickly adds in a slightly irked tone. "Except the always pregnant food animals."
<Darkling> She nods, heading over to join her by the window with a smile. "I miss little Tyr." She gives Ragnarok a chin rub.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Tyr? We all give our cats such grandiose names. The one we have back at the apartment is Hel." Lahja says with amusement.
<Darkling> "I think it just shows how much we adore them." She pushes the window open more, letting in a gust of wind.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja shivers again, but doesn't make much of an issue of the cold just yet despite her growing discomfort. "I agree. And sometimes names give insight into the namers."
<Darkling> Ragnarok jumps out of your arms and up onto the window sill, looks back and gives a single mew before disappearing out into the cold.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja stares in horrified silence for all of two seconds before she makes a mad dash for the window, the cold and thoughts of cow gas be damned. She sticks her head out the window, looking about through the snow. "Ragnarok! G... get back here! You'll freeze!"
<Darkling> You can see Ragnarok padding through the bits of snow off into the woods.
<Darkling> "We should go get him!" Ivy urges, helping to push the window open even more.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja moves back into the room, very hastily donning whatever extra clothing she can find. "Yes... going for a walk now. Or a run." She moves back toward the window, still adjusting her clothing.
<Darkling> Ivy has already half crawled out the window, butt wiggling in the air as you approach before she falls out into the snow. "~Wah!"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Sorry, Ivy!" Lahja makes her way through the window as well, wasting very little time in moving toward the forest.
<Darkling> Ivy gets up brushing herself off and straightening her t-shirt back on properly. "It's ok." And she chases along through the forest.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "At least it's not cold for you, right?" Lahja asks, taking off after the cat at a quick pace.
<Darkling> "Nope, it's kind of nice out here." It's fairly quiet too, your footsteps hushed by the snow, and any animals asleep. It's an easy trail through the woods to follow, little cat prints heading along ahead.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I'm a little envious." Lahja remarks, alternating between looking to the ground to follow the tracks and up ahead. "Come back, Ragnarok!"
<Darkling> "Don't worry, I'm sure you acclimatize soon enough, and if not we'll make sure you get warmed up proper back inside."
<Darkling> The trees end, and the footprints lead into the city.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I hope we can manage with the door locked." Lahja slows down for a moment, though she keeps moving on into the city, taking quick but deep breaths as she follows the trail.
<Darkling> "I'm sure we can do fine." She pushes on ahead of you in her bare feet.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Seeing this Lahja picks up the pace again. Maybe it's her ego. Maybe she's remembering the urgency over the cold. Either way, she meows rather loudly, so much as a human can replicate the sound.
<Darkling> "Heeeeeeere Ragnarok!" Ivy calls out.
<Darkling> The city itself is blanketed in a thin layer of snow. The only thing marring the pristine surface is the paw prints and your tracks following it.
<Darkling> Rubble lays strewn about, rocks and sand in some areas, glass in others, and overturned car here, a smashed window there. Ahead in the distance you can see some giant chunks of the ceiling sticking out of the road.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Come here, kitty! There will be a pre-luted lutefisk in it for you!" Lahja calls out, the peculiar sight catching her attention. Could this have been the result of the troll attacks?
<Darkling> Ivy stops for a moment, looking up at the destroyed dome. "Wow.. this was a really bad attack, wasn't it?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It was a dragon and some ugly thing. But mostly the dragon." Lahja doesn't stop, though she does slow just a tiny bit to survey the wreckage as she passes.
<Darkling> Ivy stops staring and catches up again. "Your cat sure is fast."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I wonder what's made him go out here..." Lahja pants a bit. "Do you think your cat and my cat would get along?"
<Darkling> "They might. Tyr was very friendly, even to dead cats." The paw prints stop, going under some wreckage and into a building.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "That's good. You seem pretty friendly to dead cats, too." Lahja laughs despite the situation, slowing to take a more cautious approach once she reaches the wreckage. She gives the rubble a few light pushes to see if it's going to be any problem to get through.
<Darkling> It looks like you can squeeze through on your belly.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "If I get stuck I'll probably freeze to death before anyone can help me, so... it was nice knowing you, if that happens." She flashes Ivy a quick smile and a thumbs up before getting down on the ground, crawling and wiggling about on her belly as she starts moving through the wreckage.
<Darkling> It is a tight squeeze, and you can hear some fabric tearing as you push through, but you make it to the other side with a squirming Ivy right behind you. "Don't worry, we're not going to freeze any time tonight."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja rises, moving into the building and looking all around. She deliberately controls her breathing now that she's not moving at such an urgent pace. "Made it."
<Darkling> Sitting in the middle of the barren concrete room is Ragnarok, cleaning snow off his paws.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja slowly approaches the cat, cracking a smile. "What would you come to a place like this for, Ragnarok?"
<Darkling> Ragnarok looks up and rolls onto the floor, paws up waiting for a belly rub.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "That's your official answer? Silly cat!" Lahja plops down, obliging the cat. "I hope you're happy now."
<Darkling> You hear the click of a safety as you sit down, your father is standing over you holding down a pistol. "I've already told you what I want you to do. You know you can do it, so take the gun already."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja freezes at that, staring up at her father with a wide eyed expression. She takes the gun, giving it a practiced looking over as she comes to a stand.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Ivy? Still here?" Lahja asks, her voice very peculiar. She almost sounds desperate.
<Darkling> "I'm here." Her hand presses onto your shoulder, as cold as the night breeze outside. "You heard what he said," she whispers in your ear. "You know what to do."
<Darkling> Your father stands, brow furrowed and arms crossed. "Come on now, we haven't all day for games."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> At this Lahja looks positively murderous. Her unease is quickly replaced with a boiling rage, and she finds the whole scene making more sense than it did before. She takes aim at Ragnarok, and then, perhaps predictably, she makes a sudden movement and aims at her father instead, firing on him. Repeatedly.
<Darkling> He bursts into a a blast of LCL, showering the wall and floor behind him. Ragnarok promptly runs over and begins licking at the liquid.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja can't help but feel intensely nauseous at the sight. How many times has she inhaled that stuff? Didn't the sight of it filling the plug make her a little giddy? It probably won't anymore.
<Darkling> Ivy walks over picking up Ragnarok from the mess and holding him up so their noses touch. Such a meanie, he deserved that, didn't he?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja stares at Ivy, panting and mentally reviewing the night's events and other information. She still looks pretty murderous. Ivy opened the window. Ivy had spent time with her mother. Ivy wanted to come after Ragnarok. Ivy seemingly supported that bastard, at least up until now. "Ivy?"
<Darkling> "Yes Lahja?" Ragnarok is busy licking her nose as she giggles.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "You like cats, right?" She asks, having an expectant edge to her voice. Aside from looking toward Ivy she still hasn't moved from her shooting position.
<Darkling> "Of course I do! I love them!" She twirls, holding Ragnarok high in the air, before coming to a stop facing you.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja relaxes somewhat. Just enough to let her arm drop to her side, though she can't quite seem to let go of the gun yet. "Good." She flashes Ivy a weak smile.
<Darkling> A rumble outside in the street and part of the wall collapses, the figure of a spiderlike troll appearing through the opening.
<Darkling> Ivy shrieks before running towards the back of the room and a steel door, pulling at the handle.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja  promptly runs after Ivy, looking rather alarmed. She tugs on the handle as well with her free hand, the other firing off some rather haphazard shots at the troll purely as a matter of instinct.
<Darkling> The clip is quickly emptied, having no effect on the Troll other than to aggrivate it. It begins shoving it's way into the concrete space, crushing through the walls on it's approach.
<Darkling> The door handle finally gives, opening up as you both slip in and it clicks closed behind you, leaving you in pitch black. Feeling the walls around you it seems like a tiny linen closet.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja repeatedly twitches in the little closet. She tries to control her breathing, rather ragged by now, and only partially succeeds in the effort. She keeps quiet beyond that, hoping to be overlooked.
<Darkling> "I'm scared." Ivy's visibly shaking, the faint blue glow coming through her shirt illuminating the closet ever so slightly as your eyes adjust.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks to Ivy, attempting to make the hush motion rather suddenly and sharply. Unfortunately she does so with her gun hand. Ouch.
<Darkling> Except the gun isn't there. Must've dropped it outside. There's another large crashing sound outside the door. Ivy inches closer whispering. "Will you hold me?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja ponders that for a split second or two. Might as well consider it a last request. She gradually moves closer to Ivy to oblige, shuddering from the cold. She whispers back. "If I go to sleep it's not on purpose."
<Darkling> "It's ok. I just feel safer this way." Ragnarok mews between the two as the wall is ripped open and the Troll crashes through in a bright flash of blue.
<Darkling> .....
<Darkling> Ivy is perched over top of you, holding you down slightly in your bunk. She leans down and whispers. "You alright?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja's eyes open, and she breathes rather raggedly as she stares at Ivy. Despite the cold she stares in silence a while longer, the look changing from one of panic to one of confusion, and then relief. "It was just a dream." Lahja whispers.
<Darkling> Ivy runs a hand through some strands of hair, pulling them out of your face. "Good. Don't want to wake the others." She crawls in under your sheets and over you, straddling you in the bunk.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I... have lots... of silly dreams... I'll... tell you about it... later." Lahja shivers beneath Ivy, rather weirded out by the whole experience. She flinches a tad, briefly imagining the other girl as a troll. "Just a silly dream."
<Darkling> She puts a finger to your lips, pulling the covers over both of you, her blue glow unhindered by a shirt this time. "We'll keep it quiet.."
<Darkling> She wraps her hands around your face in a embrace. As she leans down lips wet for a kiss, her face splits wide, tearing in a jagged line down the middle and splitting into a blackened maw that descends and closes over your head.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja awakens in bed, flailing around and letting out a high pitched, unnecessarily prolonged scream. She ends up rolling out of bed in the process and hits the floor, which snaps her out of it. Panting heavily, she backs up against the bed and stares blankly at the wall.
<Rasia> "Rh?"
Wilhelm_Faustus sits up, already rubbing at his side as he does. "...whats going on?"
Rasia licks her teeth. "Noise."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "A scream, I know." He gets out of his bunk, looking around. Zeroing in on Lahja and approaches.
<Darkling> Ivy rolls over on the bunk farthest from everyone. "Mmh?"
Corrin staggers off his bunk, bleary-eyed and wakened by the noise. "Wha...who..."
<Rasia> Rasia prefers to move along the top bunks, creeping from bed to bed until she's leering down at Lahja.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He squats down, staring at you Lahja. There's that look of annoyance and maaaybe some concern. "...problem?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> The sound of her fellow pilots talking helps her come to her senses. "I'm sorry. It was just a dream." Lahja says, trying to sound dismissive about the affair, though she's obviously still shaken. "Hey... Wilhelm... do you remember the name of that Austrian guy obsessed with mothers and children and genitalia?"
<Rasia> "..."
 Corrin squints into the gloom, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he does so. "Lahja?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Sigmund Freud."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...technically Sigismund Schlomo Freud...but yes."
<Darkling> Ivy sits up, holding her blanket around her squinting at the other pilots.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Thank you, Wilhelm. I'll be alright." Lahja flashes Wilhelm a weak smile, crawling back into bed and wrapping the covers around herself.
Rasia clicks her teeth, giving Ivy a look.
Corrin stands there, confused, eyes adjusting to the darkness. "Ivy?" he asks, yawning. "Wha...When'd you get here?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He stands, staring down at her for a moment. "...goodnight, then." He runs a hand through his hair and heads back to his bunk.
<Darkling> "I came in late.. you were all asleep already." She yawns laying back down.
<Rasia> Grrrowl.
<Corrin> "Oh." Corrin replies, not quite sure what just happened, and sinks back onto his bunk. He rubs his face again, looking around as the others move back.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Freeze in Helheim, Sigmund Freud." Lahja mutters before closing her eyes, attempting to go back to sleep.