Of Dreams and Memories. (Nekrobear)

Jenna stares out the window as the jet starts it's descent, looking towards the direction that she felt the call coming from. She only glances at DIana, still not exactly sure why she decided to tag along. Leaning back in her chair, she closes her eyes as she waits for the plane to land, content that she was in the right country.

The landing was uneventful, perfect even. The plane stops right outside of a private hanger that Jenna had gained access to through her contacts. The pilot opens the door and let's the two girls out. Jenna only gives him a glance before going down the steps quickly, heading straight for the car that was waiting for them to arrive. She stops for a second to glance back at Diana, who was taking her sweet time getting off the plane. "Hurry up, we can't wait for long."

They bundled into the car, well, more of a limo then a normal car. Once they were inside Jenna speaks to the driver. "Go that way, it doesn't matter what roads you use, just keep going in that direction." She helpfully points the way she wants the driver to go, knowing that it won't be long before she meets whoever was calling her. The idea sends a shiver of fear down her spine, but also excites her at the same time.

Diana slept on the long plane ride, a very long and restless sleep. She hadn't had a chance to get shut eye since moving to California, and the long and uneventful flight on a private jet proved a convenient place to catch some rest. At some points in time she seemed to be cowering in fright, from some bad dream. Other times she was crying. She slept through the four meals offered onboard, so her slow, groggy wake up was followed by slow, groggy movements.

Diana packed a half full trolley bag and little else. The trolley was of course filled mostly with a weekend's worth of clothes and wads of Diana's amassed blood money.

Diana got into the car and leaned back, completely relaxing. England wouldn't be so bad, except maybe for the weather. Always raining. Diana looked out the window and saw a sign that brightened her mood somewhat. A second later, her stomach seconded the thought. "Hey, have the driver find a spot to park. I haven't had breakfast here in England yet."

With that Diana simply steps out of the car, remembering to bring Jenna along so as to save her money for her real expenses. She heads to the nearest cafe that served what she was looking for, which was made ready in record time. A Full English breakfast- a platter containing two sausages, two eggs, a mound of bacon and beans, a pile of toast, and a small blueberry muffin. Tea came with it of course.

And one Full Breakfast for Jenna too. "Enjoy your food, miss." The teen server said, laying out the food for them both.

Looking around, Diana noticed that the small Scottish cafe sat next to an English-Indian bakery, which sat next to a gift shop that sold knives.

"Huh that's convenient." Diana remarked, thankful she didn't have to go to multiple places. "So are we here on a spur of the moment sight seeing tour? or something else?" She asked, Diana feeling like this was the first minutes of her waking moments in England.

Jenna was going to have the driver stop and let Diana out so that she could eat her breakfast. Jenna was going to then continue on her mission, finding the reason why she had decided to go to England. Of course, Diana wasn't going to have any of that.

"What? No, Stop, I don't want to go!" Jenna tries to stop from getting ripped out of the car when it stops, but her whining and clinging to the door meant nothing to someone as strong as Diana. It didn't take them long to find a place to have an English breakfast at.

After taking their seat, Jenna sulks in her chair, not exactly glaring at Diana for forcing her to wait even longer to get to where she needed to go, but clearly angry that she was here waiting for the food to arrive instead of back in the car. She glances up at the other girl when they speak, sighing loudly at how Diana came along without even knowing why they were in England.

"I don't know, I just feel like I have to be somewhere." Deciding to make the best of it, Jenna starts to power through her breakfast, not actually hungry but trying to finish it all off anyway. She knows that if she can't, there is someone here that she can pass it to anyway. "Why did you even come? It's like you knew I was leaving."

"That kind of feeling huh. Hope we don't run into demons or something." Diana said with a rather dour humor, trying to move on from her own problems anyway she can.

Diana shrugged. "I just need to get away from... all of it. School keeps my head occupied but a trip someplace does me good too." She chows down on the last bits of egg and toast, and leaves to pay, the restaurant entertaining Diana's E-Wallet.

She heads to the bakeshop and grabs some corn muffins, chocolate muffins and single-serve milk cartons, leaving the box of snacks with Jenna for later in the day. Finally, she heads into the knife shop to browse.

The store was larger on the inside than the store's exterior suggested. The place actually had souvenirs and antiques aside from knives, but blades were Diana's interest. They had quite the collection of modern, ceramic-steel blades made from the finest alloys, but Diana was also intrigued by the imitation daggers of pre-Roman Iberia.

"Iberian blades... 700 B.C... made of Iron... wonderful replicas, so authentic." Diana remarked, gaining the attention of the white haired, bearded old owner. He was a tall and fit man for his age, wearing Under Armor and pumped iron.

"Replica, yes. You know your blades." He said, heading over to the display case. "I keep the real piece nearby though." Diana looks out the window, inviting Jenna to come in and take a look.

"I see." Jenna didn't have much to say about needing to get away, everyone has felt like that at least once in their lives. Of course, feeling like she understood Diana better didn't stop her from getting annoyed as she leads them over to the bakery and starts ordering snacks for later.

Holding onto the food that she was given, Jenna looks down at them before looking at Diana and sighing again. The only positive thing about this whole trip was that Diana was eating again, which meant she felt at least a little better.

Then they moved over to the knife shop, with Jenna once again put into the role of a watching, though now she was holding onto the food from the last place. Her irritation had been growing since she had been pulled out of the car to go on this shopping spree, and Jenna finally snapped, actually getting truly angry at Diana for the first time since they met.

"Diana, why are we even here!? I told you when you wanted to come along that this wasn't a fucking social visit and yet we are still doing pointless shit like looking for a knife? Don't you have enough of them already!?"

The owner tried to step in then, to keep the peace and to stop his other customers from leaving. "Excuse me miss, if you could take this..." Jenna wasn't having any of it though, not able to think rationally with how close she was to the call. "Shut the hell up, was I talking to you!?"

The instant that she send it, she knew the mistake she made, seeing as how the owner was looking very confused, trying to speak but not being physically able to. Her anger drops away, revealing the scared little girl she tries so very hard to not be. She speaks in a small voice, almost like she wants to disappear. "I didn't... you can talk and forget the last minute."

Jenna stands there and looks lost for a moment before snapping back to reality, remembering where she is. "Just... here, take your food, I have to go." Jenna shoves the snacks into Diana's arms before turning and heading for the exit.

The jacked bearded old guy shows Diana how the Iberian blade could be used, one hand, two hand, two blades at once. Diana watched his moves, his stances, seeing them to have very old european roots. She could do those- there were parallels with eastern martial arts.

Jenna then came in, but Diana was taken aback by Jenna's sudden outburst. Of course they were here for her cause, but didn't she explain that she needed a weapon? The old dude though, just waited for Jenna calm down. He was an old dude so he had alot of patience for young people and their foolishness.

To hammer the point in, the bearded old dude explained it calmly.

"Your friend here is a warrior, you must know that. I see it in her eyes, in her hands. Even a single blade will make her far more capable of defending herself- and others- than with nothing." He said in that cool understanding grandpa sort of way.

He sees Jenna fighting herself, trying to decide what to do. She bolts past, but not before cool old guy's fast hands put something in Jenna's pocket. Diana leaves a wad of american cash in his hands and runs after Jenna.

Diana follows behind. As soon as Jenna plops down in her seat, Diana plops with her. "Hey, sorry I got distracted there, but please don't be mad... I got myself a sword. sort of. I'm good to go now." Diana said apologetically.

Jenna sits in the car, staring down at her hands, not really sure what to even say. They sit like that for a few minutes before Jenna looks over at Diana and gives her a small smile. "I'm not mad, sorry for blowing up on you."

Jenna looks up at the driver that was waiting for them to tell him where to go and sends him off in the same direction as earlier, still rather subdued from her outburst a bit ago. She shifts in her seat, sliding over so that she's right next to Diana and wraps her in a hug, resting her head on Diana's shoulder. "Hey, Diana, we're friends right?"

She pauses a moment, a little embarrassed, but not enough to stop hugging or anything like that. "I never really had friends before, so I don't know what it feels like to have any. See, my power..." She trails off, working up the courage to speak.

"My power isn't exactly controllable. I, uh. It just happens, like an aura. I'm not even sure how it works or who it works on really. When I was still living with my parents, I had control over most of the area, so everyone I talked to was under my control. You can't really call them friends." Jenna shifts a little and gives Diana a smile filled with sadness. "But we're friends, right?"

Diana sits in awkward silence listening to Jenna's question, her exposition on her powers. Diana saw some classmates back in the day who dominated their parents, but Jenna's situation was something else. She was tempted to point out she could just walk out and do whatever diddly she wanted. Instead she decided to be a horrible troll and answer in a completely deadpan voice. "Yes we are. master."

Then Diana breaks out laughing. She supposes that perhaps, a good way to help yourself is to help someone else.

Jenna giggles at Diana's horrible joke, finding it funnier then she should. She just stays where she is, hugging her friend, as they drive along before she feels the call shift off the road and into a forest beside them. Calling out for the driver to stop, she gets out and faces the forest. "We need to go in there."

Without waiting for a reply, she heads off into the forest, stepping carefully so that she doesn't trip over a vines or roots as they make their way through the trees.

Diana was not used to hugging, but decided now was a good time to start practicing. She watches as the urban landscape turn to forested area, and Jenna expresses her desire to enter the woods. Diana didn't think she was an outdoors sort of fellow. Perhaps she needed this.

Diana stuffs everything she felt she needs into her bag and follows behind, taking a deep breath to appreciate the fresh air. She slips on some gloves as well, a precaution if they were going deeper into the wild. The sword was sheathed and hung at her side. She went into a jog to catch up to Jenna, though surprisingly she moved for a little half-pint.

Somehow though, the woods had become thick rather quickly. The path had disappeared by the time Diana caught up to Jenna.

"Where ya going ladies? You don't seem to be from around here." A voice suddenly calls out to them.

"Who said that?" Diana asked, scanning around the woods but seeing no one who could've talked to them.

"I did." The voice replied, but again, Diana hears without seeing. All that was in her sight in the direction of the sound were trees, moss, and some funky looking giant mushrooms.

"Where? I don't see you." Diana took a few tentative steps towards the source of the sound.

"Silly mopet. I'm right IN FRONT OF YOU." The Mushroom patch, reaching as tall as Jenna, had some bio luminescence in place of acoustic speech.

"A..... talking....mushroom? Aaaah...." Diana "Jen, where are we headed again?" She said. Looks like things started to get weird.

Jenna stopped at the sound of the voice too, just as confused as Diana. She did manage to find where the voice was coming from before her friend did though, and was staring at the giant mushroom in confusion as Diana asked again where the voice was coming from.

She slowly turns to look at her friend, eyes wide and filled with confusion. "I...I have no idea. I just felt like I needed to."

Jenna takes a breath and works up all of her willpower, putting a hand on Diana's shoulder. "You can go back if you want, but I have to find out why I need to be here." With that being said, Jenna turns to keep going, making sure to stay away from the giant talking mushroom.

Diana of course, was following Jenna to keep her out of trouble and didn't intend to let her wander into a big scary forest all by her lonesome.

"Hey. Hey. Where you going?" The Glowing Mushroom asked as Diana got farther and farther.

"Sorry Mushroom guy. I gotta make sure my friend doesn't get into trouble." The swordsman was polite enough to explain as she put distance between herself and the mushroom.

"Well lass! Yer really asking fo a spot o trouble then! Ye be headed to the Unseelie Court's lands!" The Mushroom tries to warn Diana.

"Unseelie what?" Diana asked, nearly shouting by now as she walked backward.

"NOT VERY NICE FAIRIES!"


Sure enough the woods become darker, the trees becoming more desiccated and dead. The ominous sky felt more like peering up from the bottom of an ocean; murky, suffocating. And yet Jenna presses on like she was walking to the grocery. Man, I'm supposed to keep her out of trouble but... I think I might get lost at this point if I leave. Oh god did that tree move?!.

Diana keeps pace with Jenna, staying closer. This was getting very strange. The swordsman was starting to get twitchy. The terrain was also getting a bit rough now, with the woods so thick the path was barely recognizable among the massive tree roots above ground... and the weird glowing purple insects... and that unnatural buzzing... and that oh so faint hum of music.

She tries to maintain her confidence, but her hand was almost always on her sword now. Diana grabs a bagel to calm herself.

She drops the bagel when a strange, alien quadruped creature bursts from the tree line and stands directly in their path. The beast was some twisted cross between a Rhinocerous, a lizard and some sort of insect; and without fail Diana draws her sword. But a dramatic battle against the beast was not meant to be, as the beast keels over dead, revealing dark spears lodged in its back.

Diana keeps her sword on hand as a tall, inhumanly thin figure with long, flowing silver hair, and pale- nearly translucent skin- emerges from the shadows, carrying a few more of the strange metallic spears that killed the beast. Diana tries her best to protect Jenna, trying to hide behind a tree as the chainmail wearing dark hunter produces a wicked, serrated blade and begins claiming the creature's head... Are these the... not very nice fairies? Diana thought to herself.