For a moment she looks as though she's about to reconsider the no-biting thing.
"Sure, I'm the one who got played. At least I know better than to let my dream self run the show."
That isn't strictly true; Jordan's the only person allowed to give her advice without a fight. But at least she'd know if she were following her own dream around like a stray puppy asking it for wisdom. Wouldn't she?
She doesn't get a chance to actually contemplate it for long, because she's decided it's at least time to change out of her nightwash-stained clothes and into whatever she's dreamt herself. She unzips the suitcase, staring at what doing so reveals for a long moment before cursing floridly under her breath and digging her hands into what appear to be nothing more than pink foam packing peanuts, enough to overflow the suitcase and spill out onto the floor. She's just about to upend the entire thing in a juvenile snit when her hands touch upon something cool and solid and familiar.
"Holy. Shit."
She can't quite trust her own senses, not even when she pulls out the item in question to stare at it with a growing sense of accomplishment -- the moonlight-bladed sword with FROM CHAOS etched into its hilt.
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"Sure, I'm the one who got played. At least I know better than to let my dream self run the show."
That isn't strictly true; Jordan's the only person allowed to give her advice without a fight. But at least she'd know if she were following her own dream around like a stray puppy asking it for wisdom. Wouldn't she?
She doesn't get a chance to actually contemplate it for long, because she's decided it's at least time to change out of her nightwash-stained clothes and into whatever she's dreamt herself. She unzips the suitcase, staring at what doing so reveals for a long moment before cursing floridly under her breath and digging her hands into what appear to be nothing more than pink foam packing peanuts, enough to overflow the suitcase and spill out onto the floor. She's just about to upend the entire thing in a juvenile snit when her hands touch upon something cool and solid and familiar.
"Holy. Shit."
She can't quite trust her own senses, not even when she pulls out the item in question to stare at it with a growing sense of accomplishment -- the moonlight-bladed sword with FROM CHAOS etched into its hilt.