Spren of Kindness

Martin laughs, feeling rather bitter. That's odd. He had thought he had gotten over that. "Not unless you know a bunch about space travel and possibly genetics, depending on the range of 'help'." His eyes are burning again, and he wishes Reese could numb the nerves without sending him blind or insane. Well, more insane than he already likely is.

"Well." Martin lays that particular hope to rest. Reese will be fine, she can handle herself.

"Europe-Pan Asia. And yes, you could say that. I... worked with them, yes. I don't suppose you've seen my partner? Young lady, about five feet tall, black hair? Strangely terrifying? She's got our orders and knows why we're here. Or... well, if this is where we were supposed to end up that is."

Martin does not panic at the idea of explaining who he is. He doesn't. Really. "I'm Martin, Europe-Pan Asia special ops, YTP branch. I get the feeling that doesn't mean anything here."

"I'm sorry, that was rude. Reese always said I was bad at this. She was right, of course." Martin holds out his hand to shake, holding his sleeve down firmly with his other hand. "Is it alright if I come with you?"

"A base, huh?" Martin feels the tiniest bit of a smile force itself into being. He gets to his feet. "Then I'm coming with you." He knows there's iron in his words, he was always good at that.

"Okay." Martin lets himself close his eyes for a brief second. His eyes hurt so much. "Where are you going?"

Okay. Martin forces himself to breathe. He's got a name. He's got a location. He's trained, he can... no. Don't think about it. "Fadran. You don't know who I am?" Here's his opening. He can do this. Just lie through it.

No. 5 Beth March, and that's definitely accurate. Meg, Amy, Jo, and Marmee are on there too, which, interesting. Guess I've got a lot in common with the Marches. Luna Lovegood, again, accurate.

The young man coughs harshly, rubbing a hand down his face. "That's rich." He laughs bitterly. "I'm IceEyes. And..." He slams his fist into the floor, hissing at the contact. "No. NO. No, Martin, I'm Martin. IceEyes is dead." He looks up towards the young man and woman at the other end of the room, pushing his hair back so he can see. Stupid. Can't see right. So stupid. He glances around, taking in his surroundings. "I'm Martin." He says firmly. Trying to force it to stick in his head. "And you?"

Welcome to the Shard!

As Kindness disappears, a sort of rip opens in the air towards the back wall of the kitchen, and a young man falls through it, rolling away from the rip with practiced ease. "Where - " He clears his throat, looks around. His face is half hidden by long, tangled red hair. "Where am I?"

A small, blue girl-shaped spren appears. "Hello? Massive spren-creature thing? What's your name?" @Frustration

"Alright. Here goes!" Kindness's misty blue form vanishes.

"I can try. Is there a protocol for this sort of thing?"

"Yes. Weird. I've never felt anything quite like that. It's like it...is somehow pushing the borders of the Realms."

"I... I'm not sure. I just do." She shrugs, and her eyes go wide. "Wait, it's...not in this Realm."

Kindness taps Fadran's shoulder. "Hey, you should probably know, there's something outside. Something big."

Kindness pops through the portal late. "Okay, what are we looking for? Anything specific?"

Kindness reappears from the cabinent, having fully processed flavor. "Ah! Who are you?!" She demands, staring at the woman who has appeared. @AonEne

More boat facts, please.

Y acts as a vowel under certain circumstances.

I think those are coming out with the Dawnshard e-book. Don't take my word on that, I could be wrong.

Exactly.