A Nightly Trumpcall
Michael James Watson
A bit after the 3 am bell chimes, Alex, deep in sleep dreams of answering a Trump contact. Its vivid and colorful and is of someone she has n ever seen. A wild warrior calling in the middle of battle. Startled she realizes she is awake, in her chambers, had been a sleep, and is recieving a Trump call.
Amber Bronkhorst
Alex suddenly sits up straight and tries to focus her eyes on who by the unicorns manes would call her in her sleep. Not that time has any meaning for those who can trump others. When she is slightly more awake she quietly asks. "Who's this? "
Michael James Watson "I got an idiot call from Brand..He said you were drunk, possibly angry, might want to talk to me. Alexandra...You where Chris's Elite.. I should have figured. The last time we spent time together you were... probably four...I taught you the hand over dagger juggle. Mother and I are not on good terms so I kept my distance.. Now though we should talk. Probably before the wedding. Hope this isn't a bad time. " SHe recognizes Asher, called Red Hand, among the Elites.
Amber Bronkhorst
Yawning Alex throws her legs over the side of her bed she throws a simple shirt over her head. Running fkngers through her hair noticing her fingers quickly getting stuck in her tangled hair she groans and just lets that be for now. She silently stands up and walks tk her bedroom door. Letting her guests sleep further in her room. Walking outside her room she grabs from the shelves near the door a half empty bottle and a pack of cigarettes.. When she closes her room door she speaks. "Why would i be angry? That you are my full brother? That our parents have a very turbulent relationship to which i will not even try to comprehent the dynamics?" A small grin appears. "Nah drunk yes... angry not at all. I doubt Brand can really get me angry... or anyone for that matter." She pauses and holds out her hand. "Want to come through? Most are asleep now. And you can be gone agajn if you wish before mom wakes up."
Michael James Watson
"Amber? Brightedge? No thanks. I have a couple trumps of the place if you want to come through. The time ratio is better here."
Amber Bronkhorst
Alex looks at her current attire and laughs... "Let me grab a pair of pants before coming through. As you might see i am very underdressed. But i would like to talk to you, if only to learn more about you. " She stands up walks to her room opens the door quietly and snatches her pants from the chair where she had dropped them. After putting them on she nods "Alright then, " she holds ojt her hand to her apparently full brother.
Michael James Watson
SHe steps through to an airfield, WW1 style. Bi-planes, flyers, hangers, officers lounge, quarters. Its night. He is in a British flight jacket, smoking a cig. The hand he pulls with is in a bright red glove. "Welcome to France. I've 3 hours till pre-dawn when my squadron is briefed and takes off to go east. I've been away from Amber...You were at that Tomb thing if I recall"
Amber Bronkhorst
Alex nods she looks at the man who's apparently her brother. "Yeah i was there as well. You quickly walked out as i recall. Wanted to talk to you back then but you were gone by the time Dad was done talking.... and showing stuff about that Abyssal Mark." Alex lights a cigarette herself and tries to look sideways to get a glimpse of the red gloved hand with which he pulled her through since it seems an odd fashion statement in this shadow.. ((I assume her dragons are not with her.)) Smoking she looks a bit around "So you talked to our father then. As i understand it you have not much love for him... but why also not for mom?"
Michael James Watson
"They have a shared joy in annoyance. I try to keep my distance from their drama. From Amber too. I did about 200 years in service to Benedict, Gerard, even spent time with Hamilton. Did a few jobs for Oberon too. But around 4700I took a walk and have rarely journeyed back. I attended Random's coronation of course. I spent most the Black Road War in shadow, trying to avoid being dragged into father's psychosis. I was too much of a soldier for him. I learned a lot of magic just to satisfy him;sorcery conjuration, trump, some low order stuff. All useful, but he wanted a son eager to be deep in the mysteries. That wasn't me. I hadn't spoken to him since his return and imprisonment, till tonight. I figured if it was important enough for him to trump me and drop your name, it was important enough to call you. So here we are. Hey, want to fly on the mission with me? I've a spare seat.
Amber Bronkhorst
Looking at Asher as he talks she doesn't show much other then her genuine friendly smile. Which she usually has plastered on her face. Slowly she nods inhaling from her cig she waits till she answers. "Hmm all before my time clearly. But you did know of me then. As you did teach me the hand over dagger thing. " Alex lets out breath. "I don't know why dad finds this suddenly so important as i understand temhey have been married before. As he said an hour before my birth and it ended an hour after or so... But after Laravella he seems... different can't put my finger on it. " Looking at the planes she makes a bit of a scowly face. "Uhm i barely say no to missions but i have never flown before. Mom and dad kept me mostly in very low tech shadows. So i doubt i am of use to you." And with a slight smile she continues. "Besides what is the timeratio. I wouldn't want to miss the wedding. "
Michael James Watson
"I've agreed to attend. The time here is 7 to 1 so a day in Amber is a week here. Tomorrow my squad goes on R&R for two weeks. Plenty of time in Amber. As for flying with me you would be a spectator. Didn't know if had ever flown. Except at Rasak maybe. We all have our interests."
Amber Bronkhorst
Alex looks surprised. "You agreed to attend! Well that is lovely. Happy to hear. As for flying with you if you do not expect any usefull actions of me i am more then curious to experience flying." Alex chuckles. "Rasak... ah yeah. No i went there to fullfil the ultimate goal i had in mind. Become a protective elite.... or make it as far to get into the rangers.. but then stuff happened and my parentage became know .... to me. Alot of people around me apparently already knew. " She runs her fingers through her hair again or well does an attempt to get through the tangled curls "Hense mom had my hair changed.... to give me a different start in life then i would have had if all knew that Brand is my father." She smiles at the interests bit "Well yes. Give me a horse and smbow and arrows and i'm good. I am more skilled in that type of combat. "
Michael James Watson
He laughs, "I am too. I spent a fair amount of time in the saddle. I attended Rasak in my youth and after that Hamilton, our uncle, saw to it i attended Afkir. I've been traveling shadow for about 500 years. A lot of it on earth worlds but i have been as far as Cynasure and into Azcala too. "
Amber Bronkhorst
Alex smiles "Well that is your advantage you have had alot of years ahead of me, so to say. Alot more experiences. Compared i am only in the beginning. Well not only compared i AM actually just beginning. " Leaning back a bit she seems more relaxed. "I think i have had the luck that mom choose to raise me the way she did. I did learn alot, traveling shadows in the guise of training to join the military or the elites. Though things make more sense now. Keeping me away from Amber. Keeping me away from fire alot. Making sure i wouldn't grow up as a city brat. " Pulling on her cig she shrugs. "Though when my term for second Warden is up, i would love to travel more. See more of... everything. Experience more. But for now i seem to have gotte myself a rank for at least five years. Eh, its good experience as well."
