( open post! ) voicetest → rory williams

[regained]

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[dizzying]

[The Fae hadn't really seen Rory as a threat, so the whack he gets from the wood causes him to crumple to the ground and though Granuaile is surprised, she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

...and she's also going to have a chuckle about that later, because another of her animal forms is a horse. But! On to the matter at hand. She descends upon the fallen Fae and stabs him in the heart. His body seizes, and then at the site of the wound, his body begins to dissolve into dust. The steel knife is forged from iron and iron is deadly to them. So no more Fae. At least the turning-into-dust thing should assure Rory that she just didn't commit a murder, but there's still a lot to explain here.]

Thank you. Really.

[Now how to handle this? She knows what her archdruid/sensei would do. He'd camouflage himself and get the hell out of Dodge, leaving the person to think this was all a hallucination. But Granuaile would feel guilty doing that, because he helped her and seemed to accept her words at face value. Hmm.]

Listen, you deserve an explanation, but doing it naked isn't my idea of a fun time. So give me a few minutes to get dressed over in the park.

[And then she does a funny wax on, wax off gesture with her hands, imitating the penguin from the movie Madagascar.]

You didn't see anything.

[She murmurs a Celtic spell and casts camouflage; not the Fae's type, but the kind that disturbs the air molecules around her to make it look like she's disappeared. The air might have a shimmer to it as she moves, but that should be all he'll see as she jogs back to retrieve her clothes. Don't worry, Rory. An explanation's coming. Just not sans clothes.]

oh my god, thank you for linking that cute gif

[regained]

[ rory is quite taken aback when she stabs the goth bloke in the heart. he even takes a literal step back, flinching slightly. ]

[ but that disturbance in the force disappears when the bloke on the ground does so, too. ]

Erm, yeah. [ he had forgotten that she was stark naked. no offence meant, granuaile, but when someone saves rory from death — another on his list — he sort of looks them in the face more than … anywhere else. he averts his eyes. ] Maybe you should … get some clothes.

[ his brows pinch at her statement — that he didn't see anything — and before he can even ask what she's on about, she's gone. he blinks, a little taken aback, yet not quite surprised. this is like the doctor, isn't it? here one minute, gone for the next five years. ]

[ rory glances around, awkwardly shifting. ]

I'll wait here for that explanation, then.

[ and so he waits. he's very good at it, rory williams, has had two thousand years of practice of it, actually. waiting five minutes for his lady hero to slip into something less revealing is nothing compared to that. so, he stays, where he is, perhaps shifting a little to the left or right, but never completely out from his spot on the gravel. ]

[ he does drop the wood, however, right by his feet. ]

i thought a visual was necessary. :P

[dizzying]

[After getting her clothes on, grabbing her staff, and dissolving her camouflage, she returns, walking at a normal pace. He hasn't run off screaming or whipped out his cell to Instagram the pile of Fae dust, so she'll put a little trust in him.]

Hey. So that... that was a thing that happened.

[Really not much else that can sum it up, is there?]

That guy was bad news, and obviously not human, which I hope doesn't freak you out to hear? You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders.

[She nearly adds "Even if you are British," but she refrains. He'd probably think she's being a dumb American, but it comes from having an Irish archdruid. You've got to take the piss out of the British from time to time. That's like, duh obvious.]