A beautiful, tropical island in the center of a vast pacific-esque ocean. The jungle runs thick in the center of the island, marred by freshwater pools every so often and smelling vaguely of green, sea, and breadfruit. Not a trace of civilization can be seen from anywhere on the island.

Except for the enormous Arabian palace in the center, painted deep pinks, reds, gold and white throughout. That is the palace of Sidarsis, the prophet of Fire.

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Bed, Revilier, and Yin all crash to the sand only feet from the gentle, warm surf. A hermit crab skitters away, mortified, but a hearty-looking gull lands right on the bedpost to have a look at them.

Revilier's hand is still in Yin's outfit. He blinks.

"I never thought this actually happened," he softly says, unable to think of anything important to say.

Yin's eyes roll up to look behind, cheeks still hotly flushed for her, trying to regulate her breathing. "Couldn't they have waited five minutes?" she groans after a few moments. She's perfectly serious. Priorities!

The gull squawks, and flies down the beach. Revilier follows it with his eyes, watching as it lands on a mound lying in the sand.

Truce, in the same shape she'd been when he left her.

"Yin, look." He rolls off her.

She looks that way, undoing the ties and pins in her headdress to slide it off. "Oh, good." She really, really wishes she'd been wearing something...opaque, when this had happened. She sits up. Pauses...sets a hand gently to Revilier's cheek and touches her lips to his in a soft, wistful kiss.

Damnit. It's even worse for him, too, she knows.

"I'll wake her up," she notes softly. "I'm not sure why her attacks don't burn me, but she's already set you on fire five times today." Smiles a bit, still longingly, and grudgingly slips off the bed to walk towards Truce.

Revilier sits up. Watches Yin walk. He sighs, and looks around for any sort of threat. This is so *random* that he doesn't really know what to do about it.

When he turns to look, though, he spots three sets of clothes lying on the bed-- two Yin-sized, the other him-sized, and all black, soft jumpsuits with gi belts.

Truce doesn't look up when Yin steps near. She's trying to drag herself up, but she's still badly wounded... and the metal spikes are still sticking through her wrists.

Yin, for her part, just tilts her head a bit. "Well. I have no idea what's going on, but in the interest of walking, may I heal you?"

Truce glares at her, all semblance of smugness and maneuvering gone.

"Did it ever occur to you..." she half-gasps, "... that your fucking ivory tower could collapse and kill you?"

Revilier's walking that way with the clothes. He blinks a bit. Wonders why Yin felt the need to jab at Truce in this situation.

Yin blinks. She actually has no idea what just happened. "You told me to not touch you earlier even sporting a major stab wound. I need to touch you to heal you. May I do that?"

"Do whatever you want," she hisses.

Yin sighs inwardly. Oh joy, what a fun day this will be. Still, she takes a knee beside Truce...takes each wrist in turn with a hand glowing against pain to pull out the metal spikes there and then fix the holes, one by one.

As she sets to the rest of the injuries, she becomes keenly aware that she doesn't have the energy for this any more than she had an hour ago. Oh well. In it now.

Which is why Revilier's hand falls to her shoulder, to supplement her energy.

Truce, hating herself and these people at the moment, just lets her injuries seal. She pushes up from the dirt, finally making an effort to cover herself as soon as she's strong enough.

"... thank you," she sighs. "Where are we?"

"No problem. And...absolutely no idea. We were obviously a bit...er...out of sorts, ourselves, when the sudden the bed started falling and we traded my walls for this." Yin's cheeks are actually a bit red, considering her own attire...not so much for the nudity, it's not like Truce isn't naked, but because sometimes a little more clothing is a lot more suggestive. She stands and leans thankfully back on Revilier once the healing's finished, arms wrapping over his in front of her.

Truce looks away from that. "Well. I guess some exploration is in order then."

Revilier kisses Yin's hair, and pushes her gently off his chest. 'Look," he says, " these were lying on our bed." He hands the clothes to Yin. "There are three sets."

"Huh. Well, that's appreciated, anyway." Even as it simultaneously sets off associative alarms in her full-of-messed-up-things brain, being given a uniform of sorts to wear. Eh...well, they're naked. She tosses one of the suits to Truce, then turns and simply slips out of her own clothes and into the new ones without comment...though she can't help but steal a peek at Revilier.

Truce is looking, too. She blushes. She can't help it. He's gorgeous. And... she saw in his eyes, saw in the way he'd restrained himself in the interrogation room. He'd wanted to touch her. Even if it was just a tool to get her to talk.

She dresses quickly, eyes skimming over Yin as well. Sexy bitch.

Revilier, of course, has to turn away to keep himself from growing erect again. Two naked, gorgeous women, one fire and one ice. It's a flawless fantasy. He wonders, quite to his own amusement, if there's such a thing as a one-day lesbian potion.

Once they're all turned back around, Yin takes one look at her fiance's face and quirks an eyebrow. "You're thinking something you shouldn't be."

The general looks at her, shrugs a little bit. "We're not married yet, I reserve the right to think like a total pig." It's meant as a gentle tease, but certainly has the potential to be taken badly.

Truce, for her part, looks at Yin, and groans inwardly. Yeah fucking right.

Yin snickers. She'd been teasing, too, and Truce's reaction amuses her. "Fair enough. I'll prod it out of you later for my own amusement. So..." she looks over her shoulder to the forest. Scans. "It looks like there are some craggy rock formations out to the...hell, I don't even know, northwest if we're near the same time zone. Anyway, maybe we can better scope out our surroundings from there and get closer to figuring out what the hell's going on...if it doesn't introduce itself first?"

"We need to gather food and water," Revilier notes, instantly practical, instantly commanding. "There's no telling how long we'll be here. I don't suppose you had a phone tucked in that dress?"

"I have a phone," Truce offers. Quietly. Embarrassed.

Yin has to grin a bit. Well. Maybe it's an implant or in the ear canal. Otherwise.... She eases it back to a smile though, and nods a bit. "Nice. Do you have a signal?"

Truce goes red. Blinks. "I think so. It," she breathes out, back in. "It's ringing. Be right back." And she stumbles toward the trees.

Revilier looks at Yin.

"Um?"

Yin looks over to Revilier. "Girls make better spies, beloved. They have built-in smuggling compartments."

"I've seen them." He smiles. "Come here." He holds out his arms. "While she's gone."

Yin's smile shifts to something deeper than just amused, and she's more than happy to do this, quickly stepping into them and wrapping her own around his chest. "I can't believe we were interrupted. Seriously, ten more minutes, then this would have been fine." She snickers ruefully, and pecks his chest before leaning her forehead to it.

He squeezes her, kisses her horns, kisses her forehead.

"Well. It's a beautiful island. If we find out it's safe, we'll pick up where we left off." He smiles. "It's exotic, and you're still gorgeous."

Yin beams. Oh, how she hopes. "I'd like that," she purrs softly. "Early honeymoon?" She leans up to kiss him.

He kisses her back, holds onto her. Nods, when he can nod.

Truce reemerges about then, holding a small phone. She looks at them, and just waits. Fuck.

Yin doens't linger over it or let it progress to a makeout session...as much as she'd like to, since she hears Truce there. Looks to the other woman. "Well? Anyone good?"

"Your friend Alou."

Yin blinks. Either he was calling her knowing she'd probably be chained up just to make her phone vibrate, or... "Did he note the GPS change, then? And if so, does he know where the hell we are?"

"He said 'Kaz found the number. You guys have been missing since yesterday. You're in the South Pacific.'" Truce reports, still a little flushed.

"Yesterday...?" Yin's brow creases. She looks up to Revilier. "Did I miss something? I missed something." Back to Truce. "Is he still on the line, and if not, could you get him there?"

Truce presses the callback button on her phone. Listens.

"Yes. Truce." Pauses. Looks to Yin and Revilier. Yes he's right here." Truce holds the phone out to Revilier. "He wants to talk to you."

Revilier takes the phone. Holds it to his ear. Blinks. Her scent is still clinging to it. Heady, musky, fresh enough that it hasn't lost its interest yet. And he's in no state to be interested right now, having come *this* close just a moment ago.

Truce just watches, eyes sparkling. "The blue button is speaker."

He presses it, hesitates, and holds the phone away from his face.

"Fuckers! You can hear me. Answer!"

Menayen.

"Why thank you, Kaz, it is a lovely day. How are you?" Yin purrs in return. She's quite amused by Revilier's reaction to the phone. Poor bastard.

"Pretty much fucked. Look. Things are bad. Bad bad. Word of you two is out. And now you're vanished. People are freaking out. The French are already talking invasion. The French! Do you believe that?"

"It is kind of a turnabout," Yin admits ruefully. "We have no idea what happened at this point. We were in bed, suddenly the bed was falling, and suddenly we're apparently in the South Pacific. And we have no cognition of a time gap, but apparently we're being told that a day's elapsed somewhere."

"It's not my fault this time. I'm sending a pickup to your location, but it'll be a while. At least eight hours."

Yin nods. "Thanks, Kaz. Oh. And you two are awesome for the little distraction yesterday." She smirks. "Thank you." She looks to Revilier. "What's our cover story for the absence?"

"We do what we can," Kaz says.

"Closed meetings on our nuclear program," Revilier answers. Disarming is the default story for disappearances.

"You're so good," Yin purrs. "The word 'nuclear' should keep our oh-so-lovely neighbors at bay, and I'd quite frankly love to see them try to sneak anything past General Denet anyway." Alou and Kaz tend to be the first on the scene of everything because they're simply about the best in the business...but Revilier's own staff and the wyvern military are certainly nothing to scoff at.

"I am good," Revilier smiles.

"We'll be there soon. Don't worry about a thing. Turn the phone on vibrate though. Save power."

Truce looks away.

"I don't know that we'll need eight hours to handle our business here."

Truce looks up at a voice she cannot see the source of. It's deep, masculine, but purrs as if amused.

"Ah, so there is a welcoming commitee. I kind of figured it wasn't a misguided case of 'strand them on a deserted island.'" Yin turns to face the direction the voice is coming from. She's have been quicker had she heard a weapon or somesuch, but she hadn't.

"Hey, I wouldn't be so cloak and dagger about it if I was sure you three were in the same situation."  The brush rustles, and Makyon steps into sight-- dressed exactly as Revilier is, even though he rather dwarfs the general.

Truce wonders why the voice came from the left and the hunk from the right. Doesn't say anything about it, though.

"I arrived here an hour ago," Makyon explains. "You?"

Yin turns quickly back to the direction the cracking brush comes from. Okay, it had been bad enough to not hear him in the first place, but to make a directional mistake? Is there something weird going on, or has she just been out of the game too long. Looks Makyon up and down briefly...for weapons or general story collaboration, mostly, signs of trouble.

"Just a few minutes ago. A very sudden thing involving very confused people," Yin notes. "But why do you say we'll need less than eight hours...what business?"

"You haven't had the visit from the fire woman yet?" He looks at each of them. Eyes linger on Yin, skipping over Truce, who suddenly feels a little slash on her pride.

"No, we haven't." After a moment, Yin looks over to the other woman. "Truce, what do you know about this?" Fire woman? An enigmatic prisoner being dragged off when a couple of world leaders are...a fire-aligned one known to have allies? Uh-huh.

"Nothing," Truce is quick to snap, "I don't know anything about it!"

Makyon gazes at her a moment. Suspicious. That works well!

"Well, in any case. She was a crazy old bitch flying around on a glowing red ball," he explains.

Sidarsis groans from her perch in the palace. He is so getting burned for that.

"She said the only way off the island was to pass her test. Something about collecting a solid red statue."

Yin brushes her sweat-dampening hair back over her horns...pulling it away from her face for air circulation. This is so not her climate. Hm. Well. She, and she's sure Revilier will agree, isn't big on playing games just because someone says to. "Well, we do have a pickup on the way. A friend pinpointed our location. I'd as soon just wait for them."

Makyon smiles at her, a hopeful smile that shows a little bit of vulnerability. Yoru taught it to him. It's bullshit, but effective bullshit.

"Do you mind if I hitch a ride back to Germany?" he asks. Truce considers this. His accent isn't distinctly German. It's a little tongue-clicky and not phlegmy enough. It doesn't sound put-on, though.  And this is not her decision, anyway.

Revilier's thinking the same thing. "You're not from Germany."

Makyon blinks. "Excuse me?"

"Your accent is different."

"I moved around a lot."

"You don't look German."

"My parents were Australian."

"You have claws."

"Yes, but only at the moment. You have a fin."

"Two fins. And I'm from Julen."

"And I have none, and I'm from Germany."

Yin's smiling faintly at the discourse, amused even as a bit of ice crystallizes over both her temples and down one side of her face. She finally snickers a bit, eyes laughing fairly genuinely. "Okay, good. Two people we know nothing about. I agree; Germany's out. Though it does raise the question of why you want on the plane. In any case, I think better in the shade, so if anyone would like to join me, they're welcome to." Squeezes Revilier's arm, and heads off towards the trees. He understands, no doubt...the heat is getting to her, and the vivid tropical sunlight without sunglasses isn't her friend, either.

He does understand, and goes with her to the shade. Revilier doesn't hold her, though; that would only make it warmer on her, and she doesn't need that.

Truce goes along as well, eyeing Makyon. 

"Fine. I'll find my own way back." Makyon shrugs at them. "I don't care what you three believe. Maybe I'll find that stupid statue." He looks to the brush, past where he'd come from. A path leads into the forest, well traveled, but moist. There's probably water nearby.

Once they're well covered Yin stretches, and lies back on the cool grass. She quite trusts Revilier to be about as alert for danger as she could be. "Ugh that's better." A soft, frozen mist snakes lazily over her skin in spots. "Mm...I'm not sure who that fellow is. But if he actually does need the help, he won't let such a simple dialog stop him from getting it. So, I'm not too worried. So. How likely do you think it is that sometime in the next twenty minutes something will happen to force us into some stupid-ass adventure-thing?" She grins a quirky grin up at her lover.

"I don't know." Revilier smiles a little. She's so cavalier about things. It can be pretty obnoxious, but damned if it isn't one of her more charming points. "Meanwhile, we need to find food and water. Eight hours is a while to go in this heat."

Yin nods, sitting up. "I'll try to find some little creature to hunt for you and Truce. I'd be leary of fruits when we don't know the flora, and eight hours isn't long enough to worry about a balanced diet anyway." Smiles.

"Water's more of a concern," Revilier notes. "You stay there. It won't do to get you too hot." He looks up. Smirks a little. "Truce and I can find water. Right, Truce?"

The fire wizardess glares at him a little bit. Cocky fucker.

"Right." She looks at Yin, almost as if asking permission.

Yin smiles a bit at them, and nods. "All right. Thank you. I will take a look around to see if I can't find some lunch, but if I don't see some success fairly quickly, I'll come back. You two likely have the more labor-intensive job, anyway." She gets to her feet, feeling a bit better already anyway just to be out of the glaring sun.

Revilier squeezes Yin's hand for a moment, and then heads off-- after insisting Truce walk in front.

The landscape is pretty basic. A few gulls circle, but nothing food-worthy seems to be about.

Yin does wonder at the gulls, but dismisses them. There's no way she could get something that high without a firearm of some kind. Still...enough squirrels, a rabbit... Here, creature creature... She walks deeper into the jungle, keeping an eye out for danger and a good deal of attention on being able to find her way back, just scanning for hints of prey.

There's no prey. Nothing mammalian, only insects and plants. However, after a moment of walking Yin might smell mango and breadfruit; a copse of trees lays just off the beach, by a second trampled path.

The smell gets her attention somewhat...the trodden path, signicantly more so. She gazes down it a moment, though it turns too quickly to see far, and then walks quietly along.

If Yin looks up, she might see a silhouette winging around the island at high speed. It looks like a bird with long, streaming tailfeathers.

Coconut trees line the beach as well. It's like a smorgasboard for vegetarians out here.

Huh. Well, at least the stuff's recognizeable. Though Yin's leary of the well-worn look of the trail, Yin gets to work gathering a fair number of mangos and coconuts--she's good at scurrying quickly up the trees with the help of little ice-footholds--and stacking them carefully in her arms to head back towards the others, pleased at the find. She wonders about her own dinner...nah. Bleh. Maybe. She really quite hungry, but not starving.

By now, Truce and Revilier have returned to the beach. They're sitting apart, talking quietly. Nervously. Eyes to the beach.

Aww. Poor bastard. It is kind of awkward to be necessarily making nice to someone you were, oh, torturing half an hour ago. "I come bearing tasty things," she purrs as she approaches, carefully taking a knee to set down the awkward armload in the sand nearby. "These are mangos, right?"

"That doesn't change anything," Revilier notes, smiles at her. Thank God.

"Yes, they are," Truce nods. "Good ones." She looks to the side. "We found water."

"Oh, good. Well, at least we're set until the plane-or-similar gets here." Yin squeezes Revilier's shoulder briefly before walking over to the strikingly out-of-place bed to retrieve her skirt...a little twisting later, and it's a pretty lucid, Islamic-esque head wrap, the translucent fabric casting a faint and helpful shadow over her eyes. The entire thing is laced with ice, too, so she feels much better when she seats herself in the sane adjecent to Revilier, leaning on him. "There's a big-ass bird around, as well. It wasn't near enough to get a solid look at it, though. Looks like it may be pretty up close; pretty vividly orange."

Truce smiles a little at that. She thought she'd felt that. But she's quiet about it. The phoenix. What a lovely thing.

"The pools are surprisingly cold," Revilier notes. "If you need to cool off, you might consider taking a dip, Yin." Smiles at her. Innocent-like.

She grins at this. More impishly. "Eh. I'm already engaged to one."

Revilier smiles a little. Quietly. Hm. Yin really knows how to swerve affectionate statements into the wall.

Truce smiles at this a little. "Well. I for one am going for a swim." She stands up, and moves to go without waiting.

"Mm...what do you think, Beloved?" Yin inquires softly once Truce is far enough away.

"About what?" the general inquires, looking up to her.

"Well...I'd intended to mea what we should busy ourselves with at the moment. But...anything, I suppose. Goodness knows there's plenty on our minds right now." She smiles a bit. She means this innocently, or had intended to, though she's still trying very hard to check her own lust right now.

"We need to get you fed soon, for one," Revilier answers. His mind has gone mostly away from sex, though he IS male and could easily come right back to it. "I'm bothered about this. I can't imagine whatever brought us here will just let us leave."

"I agree." Her expression fades. "We're far too well-connected for anyone with half a brain to believe that stranding us on a deserted island would get rid of us for more than a few hours...and it's too elaborate for the latter to be the intention. Truce is far too big a coincidence with the 'fire lady' mentioned by the clawed fellow, who's another uncertainty. Also, many of the fruit trees look almost planted, and the path near them is reasonably well-trodden. I can't imagine what the goal would be. I'm still curious to explore further, but if Truce really is involved, we may wander into something dangerous. And she's understandably not fond of us right now."

"Yes." Revilier ponders quietly. Thinks. Ponders some more, then mixes thinking and pondering.

"I know it sounds stupid. But you and I are capable people. We could go after the statue the tall guy mentioned." He shrugs. "I mean, if--"

A spark in the sky catches his attention. The bird swoops past the island, a trail of flame shooting behind its tail.

And the sky ignites.

In all his years, Revilier has never seen anything so simultaneously spectacular and horrible. Orange, red, blue and white tongues lash the sky a few hundred feet above the ground. Like a billion warbling worms of flame the sky pulsates, glowing so brightly that the general has to hide his eyes.

In the pool nearby, Truce stares in wonder. How... glorious!

Yin catches her breath at first...it's gorgeous. Sneezes, and promptly hides her eyes against Revilier at the brilliance. "What...is that?"

"I don't know," he blurts out before he can think. "It looks like the sky is burning up."

Truce lies back against the pool edge, just soaking up the beauty and splendor of so much flame. That must be phoenix fire.  She's sure of it.

"Hello, there," Sidarsis' voice calls to Yin and Rev, her body manifesting in a pillar of flames. 

Yin looks up quickly...to a slight grimace she hides quickly, shielding her eyes a bit with her hand. Ice vampires so do not belong here. "Ah...you must be the mentioned 'fire woman,' then. A pleasure."

"Very much so," Sidarsis nods. Revilier manifests a parasol of metal to shadow Yin a bit, and stands next to her.

"So. I will give you the basics. You are prisoners here until you've fulfilled my tasks for you. They are for the good of the universe. They require adventuring. Questions?" Sidarsis smiles at them.

"Sure." Yin nods. "What's keeping us from just jumping a vehicle and leaving?" Well, she's nothing if not straightforward. She's mostly fishing for possible danger to said pilots, actually.

"There's no vehicle you can jump that I can't shoot down." Sidarsis smiles a bit. "The sky is burning. I thought a beautiful, harmless display of what I can do would be useful for reference." A teacher to the end.

Yin's expression darkens just a bit at this. Hm. "Okay. So. What's this 'good of the universe' stuff have we somehow managed to nose into?" Again.

"I imagine I'm giving you the same answer you always get. You'll see." She smiles. "Ah, they always expect it, but by heaven, it is so much fun to say it."

"Of course." Yin sighs inwardly. Looks up to Revilier for his input on things.

He just shrugs. "I honestly don't care. Just point me at the trial, I'll do my part." He sighs softly. He just doesn't have the energy to keep doing things like this.

Soft concern writes across Yin's features...though she doesn't dwell on it, just squeezes his arm, and looks back up to Sidarsis. "Fine. We'll play. Is there anything else we should know about all this?"

"You are an alert student. But nonetheless, an idiot." Sidarsis touches a finger to her cheek. "What sort of opponents have you been facing that will sit and provide you details on how to thwart him or her?"

Revilier groans. "sorry. We were spoiled on those who knew they were already beaten."

"Blowhards. Experience tells me it's always worth a shot." Yin shrugs. "At least tell us your name."

"My name is Suck it, Bitch." Sidarsis snickers. Troix taught her that one... has used it on Yin a time or two, as well.

A white eyebrow shoots up at this. Pause. It's a stab in the dark, but... "Tell Troix I said hi."

"See? I told you that you're a good student. Now for my first trick." Sidarsis spits a fireball into each hand. "This is how to lose a guy in three seconds."

A laser-like jet of flame rips through the forest, originating in the distance but crossing that distance in a blink. Just as the air around Revilier ignites, Yin might catch a glimpse of him being dragged along the beam, whirling in flames all the way to Synesthesia.

"Revilier...!" Yin tries to jerk out after him...though of course this puts her in the path of the fire, too.

Sidarsis snaps a finger. For emphasis, not for any reason. The fire dissipates. Revilier's gone.

"He's fine. But so you know, now you have a good reason to go to my palace."

Yin glares at her. "God you're a bitch." And she just turns to leave, step quick...to grab Truce, though she's now rather convinced that Truce is an enemy, and head off in the direction of the fire trail.

Truce is still in the pool, just... soaking up the day. What a lovely day full of lovely fire. She feels so stupid even thinking that, but it's how she feels.

When Yin comes crashing into sight, the fire wizardess blinks at her. "I told you you were a lesbian."

"Well, of course I am. Revilier's been taken; we have to go."

"Oh." Truce leans back, smiling at the loveliness of the pool. "I'm sorry. I thought you were here to tell me something I might care about."

"Fair enough. Understandable I guess. Bye then." The dragoon adjusts her skirt/headwrap a bit as she turns to head back in the direction the fire had gone at a quick step, face grim and set. Damnit. Revilier's pride won't soon forgive this one. It's too much like what happened a few years ago.

Truce watches her go. Taken, eh? The fire wizardess climbs out of the pool, closes her eyes and wraps herself in flames, just enjoying the tingling heat as she dries off. She dresses in a hurry and dashes into the forest, intent on finding him first. She hasn't decided if she wants to roast him, though.

The path to Synesthesia is a simplistic one, but still fairly long. It's such an idyllic place, Truce can only just imagine what it takes to keep it from spoiling.

She arrives at the grand staircase of the palace only a few seconds after Yin.

"Oh. Hello again." She smiles.

Yin glances at her her, but only for a moment. She heads up the stairs without a word...not a glance back. That's her beloved in there, damnit.

Of course, she knows he'd probably kill to be the one saving her this time...less the option of nothing catastrophic happening at all, of course.

The stairs are enormous, tall and long, but their most telling feature is the warning carved over and over into the onyx and mortar.

"Know thee thy beloved."

Truce decides racing Yin will be fun. The burning sky makes her feel so powerful, so energized, that she takes them at speed, all the way to the door.

Two gargoyles are carved there, bulky and fat and distinctly Euro-draconian. Truce stares at them, amused.

The door stands enormous and sealed fast.

Yin follows along, more intent on examining their surroundings, gazing up at the door and looking for alternative routes in like windows, even high ones. Gazes at the door a few moments, then gives a push, then a pull, just to test.

There are windows, but every last one is heavily barred. When Yin pushes on the door, though, the gargoyles look at her, moving from stasis.

"Hey! Buy a drink first! Us a drink! Shut up!"

Hin tilts her head before turning around, and then looks up--way up--at the gargoyles. "Ah. My apologies. May we have entrance?" She bows politely.

"Oh. Well. We'd love to. It's kind of a parcel job though. Gotta pass the test, et cetera."

Truce smiles at the gargoyle. Oh joy!

"It's pretty basic. This is like... the love palace. In here, you will have to demonstrate that you know your beloved."

Yin blinks. "Reality television?"

"Nah. No scripts."

The dragoon snickers a little...though she's still upset and bothered by all of this. "All right. Demonstrate in what way?"

"Well." The left gargoyle begins. "For our part, we just ask questions. It'll get progressively harder. But know that you and your hot man are in no danger."

It's not immediately to whom the gargoyle is speaking. Truce just smiles.

Yes...yes he is. "All right. Ask away."

"The first is simple. Whose names are tattooed on Revilier Omeaux's arm?"

"His childrens'. Minus one." Yin is actually as defensive as hell right now, though you'd never guess from her vapid "bring it on" little smile. A creative espionage effort, possibly? She's going to be carefully watching the questions.

The gargoyle smiles, and nods.

"Question two," the second one begins. "What are his children's names?"

"Prata, Shem and Jasne," Truce chirps, beaming. "And Adelisa is scratched out."

Yin's eyes narrow, for just a moment, as she glances over to truce. Huh. Bitch. Looks back up to the dragon.

"That would be correct! Wow. You're kind of a bitch, Truce."

The other gargoyle looks at the second.

"Dood. Watch your mouth."

"Sorry dood."

And the doors to Synesthesia swing wide open.

Yin smirks a bit at the "bitch" comment. She didn't even have to say it! "Thank you." And she heads inside.