'Homecoming! *way backdated*

[soldier_blade]

Sonya opens the door with a mix of trepidation, relief and exhaustion. "Thank fuck, it's here!" She turned behind her to let the others inside: Rollo, Ragnar and Brienne of Tarth..they didn't have to aide her, but they did and Sonya wasn't sure how she could thank them enough. "We're in milliways..drinks are on me."

They'd won. Much as Sonya hoped and prayed, the fact was that no war went on as planned. Much as she promised to get everyone safe, there was no guarantee that they'd make it: yet here they all were, bloodied (some of the blood stains bright green from the creatures they fought), injured and worn out, but alive. The Door had actually been appeared a day after Earth had returned to normal, but it gave them all a day to get their injuries checked and regroup, long enough to contact her superiors and demand that they listen to her and Jax when things were settled.

Now, now Sonya found herself even more exhausted, her breath stiff from the pain in her ribs. They hadn't had the time, but she judged from the pain, bruising and lack of blood that she may've bruised a few ribs. A good part of her face was also severely bruised and still a little swollen, but that along with her other injuries were now strangely numb (she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

She made sure to set her weapons by the door, before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower and change of clothes-maybe some painkillers. The shokan and Centaurs may've been different races, but apparently they both bled the same, bright green color..and like human blood, that stuff stank when it dried.

A half hour later, she's back and trying to catch some sleep on the sofa. Maybe a part of her meant to go back to her room, but the sofa was right there.

ooc: Not plot locked, but aforementioned pups feel free to tag in as well. Sonya's visible injuries are a large bruise on the left side of her face and gauze all along her left arm. She's clearly exhausted, but feel free to say hi..or for the players involved, just reaction threads.

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[immortalthief]

Amanda walks over to the couch with some tea when she see's someone already occupying it. The bruise and gauze are visible so Amanda decides not to bother the woman. Rather she puts her tea down and gets a blanket to lay over the woman.

Nothing like a nap after a tough battle.

[soldier_blade]

There were times when one was so tired they couldn't sleep. Such was the case for Sonya, drifting between the state of sleep and awake, caught between bits of adrenaline and fatigue-the pain not helping either.

The feel of something draping over her snaps her awake, frowning as it takes her a moment to recall where she was. Then a look down to see that she hadn't recalled even getting a blanket.

[immortalthief]

"Can't sleep?" Amanda asks from a chair nearby, drinking a cup of tea.

[soldier_blade]

"M trying to." Trying and apparently failing. After days of only sleeping in shifts and constantly being on alert, acually being able to fall asleep in peace seemed a sort of luxury.

Inwardly, she was well aware she could go to her room, but even as she couldn't really sleep, she couldn't really bring herself to leave the sofa either. "Sorry, you meaning to sit down?"

[immortalthief]

Shaking her head, "That's quite alright, looks like you need it more than I do. I've had day's like that."

"Sleep will come, but it may take time. At least rest." the other woman's wounds look like they have been tended to but she wonders if Guppy should take a look at them.

[maid_of_tarth]

Brienne, bruised and bloodied and more than a little shaken, limps over and sinks down not far from Sonya with sigh.

A rat brings her a pint of ale and bowl of strange food. She examines the bound gashes on her arm. It could be worse.

[soldier_blade]

Failing sleep, Sonya rests her head on the armrest of the sofa (and she's only partially sorry for taking up the rest of the sofa), trying to ignore the pain in her torso and arm. There might only be a hint of a smile when she sees what the waitrat provides Brienne to eat, but the concern's on her arm. One of the army reserves was a trained medic and managed to clean, dress and stitch most of their wounds, but that didn't mean they looked less painful.

"How's the arm?" Frankly, Sonya was glad she still had an arm in the first place: glad they all came out with their limbs intact.

[maid_of_tarth]

Brienne is also very glad of that.

She had gone up to her room and taken stock of the current state of all her injuries (and cleaned up a little, though there's still blood oozing through the gauze on her arm) before coming back down. So she knows she's telling the truth when she says, "It's healing." And not gangrenous, or anything like that.

She also put her rifle in her room, and she hopes it won't have vanished when she goes up there. "How's yours? And your--" She gestures at her face.

[soldier_blade]

"I'll live." She answered. Least the swelling was down and it hadn't gotten up to her eye, the rest was nothing time won't heal. "I'll just be on desk duty for a few weeks."

Won't be the same as field work, and with the work needed to be done she couldn't take it easily. On the other hand, it would still be considered a sort of break compared to the past few weeks. "You did good out there."

She made it alive of course, but Sonya knew well enough that learning about the enemy was nothing like facing them head on.

[maid_of_tarth]

"Everyone did." Brienne took a bite of the strange orange-colored food. It wasn't bad. "I suppose you'll have a lot of work to do."

[cassiefuckingcage]

Cassie remembers what Sonya had told her - when she left, the Outworld invasion was imminent. She hasn't come around the bar much since then, save for a few times. It wasn't a conscious choice on her part, but in retrospect, she can see she was afraid - afraid she'd keep coming and coming and seeing no sign of her.

It's an academic point now - seeing Sonya in the state she's in inspires relief more than anything else. If she has bruises, it means she's still alive.

Cassie slides quietly into a chair across from Sonya.

"How'd it go?"

[soldier_blade]

Sonya's more than bruised, but it's either hidden or bandaged. Either way it's nothing that won't heal in time.

She's inbetween stages of sleep and being awake when she hears someone address her, and takes it as a side effect of battle that it takes her a moment to recognize Cassie's voice. In answer, she gives her a thumb's up with her good arm. "We won, Liu challenged and beat Kahn's ass to Outworld. Military has no choice but to believe us."

She almost laughed, but doing so was too painful. "It's bad when I think a time off is a good idea." It's bad when it comes from a self professed workaholic: even worse, she knew she wouldn't have time to take time off. They may've won, but there was too much shit to get done.

[cassiefuckingcage]

"So Kahn's still alive?"

[soldier_blade]

She nodded, trying to push herself up onto a sitting position. Once and while there's a pained groan that she's unable to suppress. "Unfortunately. He's severely weakened, pulled out before anyone could finish him off. Edenia's freed as well..two realms lost to him, he won't be retaliating any time soon."

He'd have his hands busy with Kitana and Sindel.

[cassiefuckingcage]

Cassie looks away.

"Well. That's...different."

[kazefujin]

Fujin might have been more surprised to see Sonya if he hadn't run into Raiden during his first visit to the bar. Granted it hadn't been quite the same Thunder god he knew so well, but a familiar face was still welcome.

However her state is unexpected, as he had come through the door while she was cleaning up, and had turned to see who was flopping onto the sofa nearby. Clearly she had been in a battle recently, though recovering. Briefly, he turns to search for Raiden but returns his focus to her as she tried resting.

He relocates quickly, bringing his cup of tea over to a nearby table and taking a knee next to the low table there, looking at her with concern on his face, though inexpressible with his glowing white eyes.

"Do you need anything?" His first words with her will be to test the waters, knowing what little he does of the differences between him and the Raiden who also visited the bar.

[soldier_blade]

Being the light sleeper that she was, Sonya found herself waking when she heard someone address her, and warily stared at the man. "Who the hell are you?"

Carefully, she tried to push herself up to a sitting position.

[kazefujin]

Fujin didn't know what kind of reception he'd been expecting from Sonya, but that really hadn't been it. He blinks a moment, and then sighs. Best to tread with some caution, then.

"I am an ally of Raiden. My name is Fujin." He stays on knee, not wanting to stand over her. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I was concerned..."

[soldier_blade]

She frowned, mindful of her sore arm as she tried to relax on the sofa. The name didn't ring a bell. "He never mentioned your name before."

The divine law was pretty clear on 'godly interference' so she supposed it explained why she hadn't heard of him, but even so. "And I'm fine, nothing time won't heal."

[kazefujin]

"That, I am not surprised to hear." He nods, and when she says she is fine, he sits back on his heels a bit, giving her a little more space with a respectful nod.

"Or it could be we were not meant to meet where you are from. The Raiden I met here is somewhat different from the one I have known." He sighs, sliding so he can sit by his tea on the low coffee table.

"I'm still glad to hear you will recover. My apologies for the interruption."

[my_brothers_shadow]

Eventually, Rollo comes by and takes a careful seat near the couch. He is hurt as well, likely cracked ribs, various cuts and scraps, and his left knee is tender from a kick that nearly dislocated it, but he is smiling at both surviving and at being victorious.

He sips mead from a horn cup, preferring to let Sonya try for sleep if she wills.

[soldier_blade]

Sonya was a light sleeper on the best of days, and days on end of adrenaline and sleeping in shifts, it wasn't going to change any time soon. Tired as she is, it's also the sort of tired where one can't really get to sleep anyway.

Her eyes open a crack when she hears someone sit by her, seeing who it is. Carefully, she tries to sit up. "Have some of that?" Who knows, it might help her relax.

[my_brothers_shadow]

Rollo nods, but waves and gestures at a wait rat for more before handing the cup over.

"It was a great battle, all the more so for our victory."

[soldier_blade]

She accepts the cup, taking a small swig and flinching at the sweet sour taste. Mead wasn't exactly what she wanted to taste when trying to sleep, but it was alcohol all the same.

His remark made her smile all the same, recalling how she finally defeated (and she hoped) the bastard Kano. If by the devil's luck he did survive, she couldn't bring herself to care: she'd tricked and killed him when he got overconfident, either way it served him right. "They're already calling it the Battle for Earthrealm."

She was just glad they lived long enough to look back. "Just glad it's over."

[my_brothers_shadow]

"As am I. It was costly," he replies, rubbing his leg. "I have fought many battles, but I have never fought to save so many. It was humbling in a way."

"Is there another drink you would prefer? Ale or wine? Perhaps something from your own time?"