When the world goes boom (Calleigh)

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh shrugs. "As long as we can go to Ysgard when you're done."

[Anastasia]

Holy power in the form of a blast of white light from above smashes down on the group. It feels like warm sunshine, washing over all of you before vanishing seconds later. Hanna steps back after that, "False alarm, Elena," she says aloud, moments later the soldiers stopping their advance. "Then that begs the question of what in Lady Gwynharwyf's name you are."

[Yuthirin]

"Duh, I'm a courre."

[Anastasia]

Dana starts to say something, but Hanna gives her a sharp gaze. It stops the aasimar cold, the two locking eyes briefly. Dana breaks and looks away, Hanna turning her attention back to Tryll. "I wasn't talking about you," she says. "But the aboleth-alike."

[Yuthirin]

"You know, you're being really rude. Imagine if every time someone got a good look at you, they ran screaming." Calleigh's voice turns squeaky. "'Eek! An overly-busty giant blonde woman with an scythe! Run!' Of course if you follow up all your greetings with blasting people with holy power, I suppose this is normal then?" She trails off a bit, then shakes her head. "Anyway. We're here now, and you don't get two first impressions! I'm his face, because if he floats around and acts like a normal being, people do this. We work together. I'm a familiar. We're partners. Been doing this a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time. Also, not an aboleth. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that." She turns to Dana. "Have I missed that part?"

[Anastasia]

The bit about being overly busty draws a snicker from Dana, while Hanna scowls fiercely. "Then let's get to brass tacks. If you aren't an aboleth, what are you?"

[Yuthirin]

"What're your opinions on telepathy? Cause I don't want you freaking out more and he can't talk like we can."

[Anastasia]

"Acceptable," Hanna says, "Go on."

[Yuthirin]

"Great. Tag, you're it." Calleigh flits over to Dana and sits on her shoulder, huffing and leaning against her neck. "Hi."

Meanwhile, in Hanna's head, a calm voice enters her mind. "Hello."

[Anastasia]

Dana watches all of this with crossed arms, "The hell," she murmurs to Calleigh.

Hanna merely meets Tryll's eyes and replies in her mind, 'Hello. You are Tryll?'

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh sighs and murmurs back. "Long story. Basically, I'm never alone. Big ol' squid guy and I been working together since we met on Arborea back, oh, I dunno. Long time ago. People see him and the first thing they think is 'Gaah, aboleth,' so he tends to stay misty. People tend to judge before thinking things through, y'know? Jumping to conclusions."

Meanwhile, Hanna gets a brainful as the voice perks up and becomes cheerful, "Ah! Yes! Hello! Not panicking? Good! Yes. Awkward mess, panic. Tends to get hairy before things can get smoothed. Yes. Anyway. Hello!"

[Anastasia]

"Should've fucking told us," Dana murmurs.

Meanwhile, Hanna hmms. 'So, to the question that looms over this entire incident: What are you? What are your intentions on Aurora?'

[Yuthirin]

"We sorta thought you guys knew. We didn't just show up and ask to join, we got referred. We figured somebody high-up would have told your high-ups and so on and so forth. Oh well. Done is done. Don't tell my you're upset about this, too?"

"Oh. Yes. Right. What I am. Well. Hm. How to explain. Irrigo! Mostly dead race. Hm. Aha, that's a joke. Hm, you probably wouldn't get it, would you? I should explain. You have been to multiple primes, yes? I would assume so, being an adventuring...planetar? Yes? Some sort of larger celestial. Hm. Anyway. Noticed a vast diversity of sentient life on nearly every prime imaginable? Even your average prime has elves, orcs, humans, dwarves, et cetera. Yes?" Tryll gushes.

[Anastasia]

'Of course,' Hanna agrees, 'You're from one of the more unique primes?'

"Shit happens," Dana shrugs, jostling Calleigh. "Bad communication kills. Daddy's right about that one."

[Yuthirin]

"Of a sort." Tryll hedges. "My plane was entirely aquatic, no above-water landmasses. We, the irrigo, were the only sentient beings to exist there. No humanoids. Or elfoids. Or whatever have you, depending on your point of view. Hm." He trails off a moment, then refocuses. "Was rather pleasant, really. Went on for quite a long time. No war, peace, prosperity. I assume you can understand that we were quite shocked when we were invaded."

Meanwhile, Calleigh laughs. "Suppose it does. Fair. Sorry." she cocks her head, "What's this about your dad, anyway? You've mentioned him like two or three times?"