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Suppose you could call me that.

[a solvunn veteran— hm. who else has been here for as long as her, or longer? not that many come to mind. wanda hums in thought momentarily.

then turns to face him.

not that she'll admit she's been counting the days, but—]

Almost a year in one month's time. Not that I feel any more knowledgeable of this place than what I was when I first got here.

A year?

( well, that's...some information that he doesn't like. but, he keeps his thoughts to himself. he really hopes this isn't going to be another prison world scenario where he's stuck for some unending amount of time until an annoying man shows up with his equally annoying but hot friend.

he sighs and shakes his head. )

That doesn't bother you?

[wanda shrugs.]

When the only other option is to return to being dead, or to a world with nothing in it for me, why wouldn't I like to be here for the rest of my days, if possible?

[it's not the whole picture, but it's a general picture that perhaps kai might appreciate.]

Have you got very important business to get back to?

You were dead?

( please, they don't need to talk about him and where he came from. that's a conversation for a second farm friend date. )

How do you know? Wouldn't being dead mean...you were kind of not aware of anything?

I... guess so.

[he brings up a good point. would she be aware of anything at all were she truly dead? all she can tell is that she has memories of the obsidian castle crumbling over her as she accepts her fate.

wanda squints at him.]

If a building falls on top of you, you'd assume you've died, right?

I don't know, depends. Probably sure. But was it a big building? Maybe everything didn't fall on you and you had a pocket of freedom?

( not that kai's ever had a building fall on top of him before. )

You remember anything while it was falling on you?

Just that I wanted to die.

[she says that with a straight face, then turns to look at him, pausing for a moment on their walk to the farm. kai is an interesting character: gives very little away, but wants to dig and dig. she's not worried that he'll find anything he can use against her, but wanda also doesn't like sharing too much about herself.]

Pretty deep conversation to have with a guy who won't even try milking a cow.

[continuing now after a raise of her brow, she moves along.]

Do you just happen to have a morbid fascination with death? Either way, seems to me like you just drape yourself with layers and refuse to let the spotlight focus on you, Kai.

( that's a rather on the spot assessment of his character and he doesn't really like it. he doesn't want to be seen, not yet, and not by someone who he hasn't figured out.

but, he doesn't give anything away, just laughs and shrugs his shoulder. )

There something you want to know about me?

( if she doesn't know anything about him, maybe she just hasn't asked the right questions. )

Would it offend you if I said that I don't, not really?

[because, while kai does a good job at keeping to himself and wanting to learn about the people and the world around him, wanda can't really think of him as much of an interesting character.

maybe that's what he wants.

in any case, she could always just peer into his mind for any pertaining information.

she shrugs, the farm coming up as they keep walking down the path. it's still some distance away, but there is the marked fence to keep the goats and other cattle inside (even if they do manage to escape), while the house and barn are further back on the field.]

You don't seem too put off by the circumstances around you.

Nope.

( though, he thinks that could and would change depending on his trajectory. but he's not going to offer up information if she's not really looking for it.

she can wait and see just like everyone else. )

And I'm not. Don't get me wrong, this was not in my plans but —

( he shrugs. he's been worse places. )

I can make it work.

[that, instead, piques her interest, when he says something as vague but as meaningful about 'his plans'. sure, it's a form of speech, but she can't help but think that there's more to it, if only she dug a little deeper.

her eyes return to him, just a glance.]

What were your plans, before being summoned here?

( at that, kai shrugs. )

World domination.

( he frames it as a joke but it's not too far off the mark. )

I was going to be going to a wedding. Sucks that I missed out, isn't it?

Not your own, I hope?

[that's some amount of heartbreak wanda doesn't want to have to deal with. but he seems like the type to like making a joke about serious things, so she isn't sure she'll be getting a proper answer.

past the gate and the fence, wanda leads the way forward into the farm.]

Two other Summoned live here. If you ever want to find me, you'll have a good chance of finding me here.

No no, not mine. Hadn't gotten there yet. What a loss for all my potential husbands and wives.

( ha. )

Not married yourself either?

[oh, so he's one of those types of guys. a gift to the world, leaving himself open for whatever possibility may come, all the while not quite really wanting to commit.

yeah, she knows the type.]

It's complicated.

[—and that's as truthful as her situation can be described as. no, she's not married, but she had been—in the hex, even if that, too, wasn't exactly real. close enough though, right?]

What kind of coat are you looking to have?

A warm one.

( he was a simple man with simple tastes. )

Maybe with a hood in case it rains? Or snows? Is there weather like that here?

( or was this some kind of boring paradise? )

We're not likely to get snow.

[it rains a lot, though, lately—and that rainfall is quite cold. wanda reaches for the handle of the door to the farmhouse and leads kai inside, gesturing towards a stool for him to sit down while she gathers some fabric that they've got lying around on a basket, folded neatly but definitely collecting dust.

this she firms up with a shake, arms outstretched to hold each end. one moment, it's nothing but loose, purple fabric; the next, it ruptures into sewn seams and pleated folds, looking nothing like it had before, neither in color nor shape.]

Is this one to your liking?

Ooooh, that looks very much like I'm gonna be an adventurer on the way to see a wizard.

( and he means that in a good way. he reaches out, takes it and turns it over, smells it. )

No one died in this, did they?

[wanda keeps herself from rolling her eyes, crossing her arms as kai takes it over to examine the coat. he sniffs it which— sure.]

No. Are you saying it smells bad? I don't think I can replicate the smell of a high-end store.

That's not what I said. You're putting words in my mouth.

( wow, don't do that. he likes this coat. he's fine with it and he even moves to put it on. )

How's it look?

Like you are on your way to see a wizard.

[she smiles, teeth showing, amused. as long as she can still make fun and have fun with, then kai's alright in her book. she moves on over toward him, motioning at him to stop moving by putting her hands on his shoulders.

reaching for the sleeves of the coat, she makes sure that everything fits his height better.

that done, her magic eases, and he's left with a well-fitting, warm coat. wanda takes a few steps back.]

Fashionable.

( he doesn't need to be what he is to know what magic is and as soon as he feels it, his eyebrows shoot up.

interesting. he doesn't make it seem like he's too intrigued, expression going curious instead. )

What was that? You just did something to make me look more GQ than I was already looking.

How would you know what you're looking like?

[GQ? what the hell kind of lingo is this—?]

Just a small spell. You can learn magic within the commune if you're interested.

Maybe.

( he knows that whatever magic he learns, it's going to be because he's taken it from someone else. and now he knows one person that he can siphon from. )

Is that what you did? Learn here?

[wanda crosses her arms, leaning back against a nearby shelf, and looks at kai for a moment. he really finds no shame in asking questions like this despite her very pointedly making note of it.

she hmphs, raising an eyebrow.]

I don't imagine there is any magic this place could teach me, no. I have my own. [and because she is sure he will recognize give-and-take in a conversation, she posits a question of her own.]

People who are summoned here are either really special or have gone through affliction in their world. Which one are you?

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