Writing on a blank card

[aivea]

(I hope it's safe to assume Terezia's with the rest of the Legion still. Feel free to smite me, Alex, if I'm wrong.)

After encountering the lessening of elemental abilities, it had seemed like a better idea than not to get out of the Beastlands, and hopefully find somewhere where the abilities worked. For now, it seems the southern back of the river, but near neither Ekaitz nor the Beastlands was a decent place for camp.

"You know, it helps to call for someone if you're looking for them," Wade remarks to his fellow officer with a not even remotely hidden snicker. "Are you after a date? Is that why you're looking so quietly for Terezia?"

"Not from you or her. Not to mention, find someone else to be on the receiving end of your incessant questions," Critias replies, clearly more than a little annoyed.

"I'm not incessant; I've only asked eighty seven questions about what you're doing in the past week," protests the mercenary before spotting Terezia. "Look! She's right there."

"Ah, finally."Anything after fourty on the same subject within the same month is excessive and past eighty is just annoying... I doubt telling him that would do any good. Approaching her, he says in the calmest voice he can manage, "Terezia? I've spent most of the day looking for you. Do you have a moment?"

[adris]

Terezia turned to Critias and Wade, looking none too happy over the recent events of her life. She knew this day would come eventually, she was just hoping that she would be carrying her love's child by now.

"What do you want Critias? Things aren't exactally on the up and up... Wade!" She walks over to the assassin and gives him a quick hug, not caring about his erratic nature, "Sorry if I scratched you Wade, you enjoying my gift still?"

She laughed, remembering her brief talk with him back at the hut culminating in her giving him one of her personal effects. He was a character, but one she found herself agreeing with a lot. She turned back to Critias, still not caring for the man but with a slightly cheerier disposition.

"What did you come all the way out here looking for me for?"

[aivea]

Wade just laughs. "Don't worry, I like my wounds like I like my shirt sleeves- even on each side. I think any scratches from you would either be that or just tasteful."

"It's nothing that taxing; what I wanted was to know if there was anywhere in particular you wanted to see torn to shreads. I am going to have to remember to ask someone else when I am in the mood to take requests, if that's the sort of greeting I'm going to get," the Wind answers. In truth, he's more jealous of her reaction to Wade than annoyed at the way she'd greeted him, but he doesn't want her to know that.

[adris]

She giggles at the merc, always finding his jokes of bad taste to be in such good fun. She added for him with a smirk.

"Well, next time you take your shirt off for me I will make sure to even things up for you."

She then turned her attention to Critias once again, thinking deeply as to what could be done. The legion was in shambles after the invasion of Humontis failed. If there can be good news about it, the Earth's mostly blamed the act on Dio, so the legion didn't have to go by another name for any particular reason.

"We need to get some outside support I would think. Show the world we aren't dead. I hear Maelstrom is having quite a sticky situation over there, perhaps we can sell our services to the highest bidder. Thieves and murderors might flock like before if they know we aren't dead yet."