Welcome to Gaia! ::

:::Cora picked a bottle and poured it into a glass:::

Don't worry, K. Luke is just going back into his own time. That is the brink's way of exiting. You will be used to it soon.

:::She gives him a moment to let it sink in, the continues with the conversation. In a way she was glad someone else was there to distract her:::

So now, what were you going to say?

:::Cora's glass comes down with a clunk at the question:::

My world... :::Her expression turns angry and sour::: is full of people who are blinded by their beloved ignorance. They deny themselves the pleasures of being human for the sake of technological advancement. :::Her hand is beginning to tremble as it holds down the glass::: Before I came here, I had never tasted wine, or eaten cake, and I have no one there. I'm confused about what love is because before I came here I didn't know that it existed. I didn't value my life because I had no one to live it for, I didn't even know what it was like to be touched.

:::The bottom of the glass where her fingers heald it shattered, and Cora simultaniously snapped out of it. She releases a breath:::

forgive me for that...

The sound of humming can be heard off in the direction of the guest area, more specifically a male humming Kashmir by Led Zeppelin, even adding a few lines of the lyrics, if he knows htem, "I'm a traveller of both time and space. To be where I have been. To sit with elders of the gentle race." Beyond that he knows very little. As he comes into view he appears to be a man in his mid thirties, though his hair is a silvery mane, slicked back in the back, but a cowlick that stands up in front. Even across the bar his brilliant orange eye contrasts deeply with his deep green eye, but moreso attention is drawn directly to what lies within the tangled mess of hair, two small horns, nubs really. He wears no shirt, socks, or shoes, and appears to be wet in some places, or recently dried off. The first thing he sees is a Jaguar planted right in the middle of everything, an odd sight, even for the Brink. He spots Cora, passing over K, not even noticing him and waves to her as he heads straight for her, passing by/around the Jag, "Hey Cora, anything new?"

((I forgot about the Jag, edited in bolded stuff to fit))

K sees Cora break from her frown for the first time since meeting her, he couldn't help but do so himself. She's even prettier when she smiles. He looks to see the man she's greeting, overhearing his name. He looks curiously upon him.

Before K gets a chance to introduce himself, or even speak up, he sees himself begin to fade. He feels really anxious, even though Cora told him that it was normal. It would be hard for anyone to just accept that they're body suddenly loses opacity. But before it the anxiety can turn into fully blown fear, he is back in his own time and place.

((goodnight everyone. Thanks for the RP!))

((No problem! ^_^ Fresh meet, er...uh, blood, no...um...New people are good ^_^))

Tac looks to where K had been, then thinks to himself for a moment, Influenza....if she's from the 1500s, or about that, it can certainly be a very serious danger to her...but Tavin and Bard are with her... A few drops of water that he hadn't dried from his hair drips down and soak into his trenchcoat. His voice is subdued as he speaks, head turned down, "Maggie...is ill..." Tac wasn't ever one to dwell long on sadness, feeling it led to depression and the ills of society. He attempted to press on, "I'm sure Maggie will be ok...she...she likely needs rest. I've had the flu before...requires bedrest for those with an immune system not toughed up against it...nasty thing it is. Of course I also had the plague once. And a myriad of other diseases in my past lives, but thats all way too complicated." He shook his head, mostly lost in thought, but trying to keep positive.

His thoughts were pulled away from trying to be positive to truly being positive, for thats all he could be, and had to be around Cora. He motioned her to come closer and wrapped his arms around her. He spoke softly and slowly, a tone of sadness still present in his voice, "It seems misfortune has finally found our Eden, Cora. Illness and pain and strife...all of it...not to mention a Jaguar that seems to have fallen from the sky. As with the myth of Pandora unleashing evil unto the world there was one thing that remained afterward, Hope. We must retain hope that things will get better, and have faith. If there is one thing I know, it's faith."