Newo had showed up in the ball field, in her PJs with her dog looped around her. She’d been giving scratched and loves to him for the morning, eyes still puffy and red. Her life had been twisted upside down. Not only had she lost Claudio, his entire family, who she really loved too, but a monster crashed into her home and a woman of blue saved her.
In short, everything was a mess.
Only it was more of a mess now that she had just -appeared- out of nowhere in a new location. People had come to help her inside. They told her what was going on, why it was going on, and what she could do about it, and more importantly, what she can’t.
What she can’t do is go home.
What she can do is find people and settle in until she CAN go home.
Sounds pretty shitty actually.
On the network, a device they told her could contact others, she did as they said, letting them prompt her a bit. Hello, my name is Newo and I just arrived’ kind of thing. She asked for her parents, she mentioned locations, her school, creatures and... Claudio.
At first she didn’t think it would help any.
Then a girl, (Jubliee?) had spoken up. And a older man who gave her vast information. The girl offered to meet with her. Offered her a safe space to live and stay, and told her more about the area and the night. Newo was ever so grateful, but...
They each knew Claudio (as did a few others that spoke up), and she had so many questions. Meeting with the girl she walked with her through the streets to the home, but she couldn’t hold in her questions about her love.
Jubilee gave her a bit to go on, and said she knew where he lived but... she might want to brace herself, because it had been years.
It had been a good 9 hours since she arrived. She had a place. She had a bed. Apallo came with them, and Jubliee said she would be in the bar down the street, but she pointed the house out to her.
Climbing the steps she stood there, looking at the time. There was 4 hours before she needed to meet the girl again to get home safe, or say she was staying here. Four and a half hours before going inside to be safe again.
That’s a lot of time, but not.
Her hand raised, knuckles wrapped four time then... cautiously drew back. Years, she told her. It didn’t... sound right. She’d just kissed him a few days ago. He left her a note. One she’d kept with her since she found it.
He should be dead.
She had hoped he was alive, but with everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure at all. A fear of the Onstantine Priest that crashed into her home to try and kill her was new and close to the surface. It was the prominent fear there, though there were others as well, like finding Claudio dead, his note to her, this place, this new place, not knowing where she was, the new information that she was.... that he was... he’d been here for four something years. Slavers. Bad people. Priests. That part was the one that kept popping up in the back of her mind, in her fears.
That and Claudio...
But he was here instead of dead.
Newo seemed to be holding her breath as she waited at the door, her dog... their dog, wagging near her hip, watchful, waiting, good.
There was nothing at all okay with this situation, and at the moment she felt super nervous and a little more than uncomfortable. What if he doesn’t recognize her. What if he’d forgotten her. What if he didn’t want to see her at all. Could he be married? Missing an eye? Sickly and dying or... or happy. Was he happy without her. She’d be a teen ager to him, even if it was just a couple of years. . .
SP AU: Year 4.5 - Newo Appears
In short, everything was a mess.
Only it was more of a mess now that she had just -appeared- out of nowhere in a new location. People had come to help her inside. They told her what was going on, why it was going on, and what she could do about it, and more importantly, what she can’t.
What she can’t do is go home.
What she can do is find people and settle in until she CAN go home.
Sounds pretty shitty actually.
On the network, a device they told her could contact others, she did as they said, letting them prompt her a bit. Hello, my name is Newo and I just arrived’ kind of thing. She asked for her parents, she mentioned locations, her school, creatures and... Claudio.
At first she didn’t think it would help any.
Then a girl, (Jubliee?) had spoken up. And a older man who gave her vast information. The girl offered to meet with her. Offered her a safe space to live and stay, and told her more about the area and the night. Newo was ever so grateful, but...
They each knew Claudio (as did a few others that spoke up), and she had so many questions. Meeting with the girl she walked with her through the streets to the home, but she couldn’t hold in her questions about her love.
Jubilee gave her a bit to go on, and said she knew where he lived but... she might want to brace herself, because it had been years.
It had been a good 9 hours since she arrived. She had a place. She had a bed. Apallo came with them, and Jubliee said she would be in the bar down the street, but she pointed the house out to her.
Climbing the steps she stood there, looking at the time. There was 4 hours before she needed to meet the girl again to get home safe, or say she was staying here. Four and a half hours before going inside to be safe again.
That’s a lot of time, but not.
Her hand raised, knuckles wrapped four time then... cautiously drew back. Years, she told her. It didn’t... sound right. She’d just kissed him a few days ago. He left her a note. One she’d kept with her since she found it.
He should be dead.
She had hoped he was alive, but with everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure at all. A fear of the Onstantine Priest that crashed into her home to try and kill her was new and close to the surface. It was the prominent fear there, though there were others as well, like finding Claudio dead, his note to her, this place, this new place, not knowing where she was, the new information that she was.... that he was... he’d been here for four something years. Slavers. Bad people. Priests. That part was the one that kept popping up in the back of her mind, in her fears.
That and Claudio...
But he was here instead of dead.
Newo seemed to be holding her breath as she waited at the door, her dog... their dog, wagging near her hip, watchful, waiting, good.
There was nothing at all okay with this situation, and at the moment she felt super nervous and a little more than uncomfortable. What if he doesn’t recognize her. What if he’d forgotten her. What if he didn’t want to see her at all. Could he be married? Missing an eye? Sickly and dying or... or happy. Was he happy without her. She’d be a teen ager to him, even if it was just a couple of years. . .