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Not at all. We travel quickly.

[And then there's a pause, as Fenrir reaches a hand out to touch her cheek, tilting her head toward him. His nails are well kept, normal human nails, save for the fact that they're trimmed to a rather sharp point. He's careful not to touch her with them as he looks down toward her.]

Look at me.

[His eyes are dark, almost black, but there are pinpricks of gold in them, and a certain depth that humans simply lack. He's deep, powerful, every bit a god in his own right, and it feels almost as if he's staring into her soul.]

[ She doesn't fuss when he takes her cheek, turns her more towards him, nor does she seem unnerved by the sight of his eyes, the depth in them. When one has looked into the heart of the TARDIS, the very Vortex itself (and can remember it, now), not much else seems to disturb her. That isn't to say she doesn't feel the drowning pull, the itch in her skull as if he's looking into her, rather than simply at her features.

So she focuses instead on the flecks of gold in his eyes, the differences there that stand him out apart the masses of humanity. She's seen plenty of species in her lifetime, but these gods of Asgard... Are still more different than anything she's come across. Then again, this is the first time she's had a chance to look up close.

Whatever it is he's looking for though, be it Thiazi's darkness, her poison tainting (it may be there in some cases; the whole city is infected, aren't they? But there's more there, too. More darkness, more light and scarring on her soul that isn't natural to a human. You burnt like the sun.

Funny, how she can still hear the whispers of a wolf's howl, but whether it's the one she's been hearing for days now, lacing her nightmares and taunting form the shadows, or something that's more the Wolf in Man's skin before her, is anyone's guess. ]

Edited 2013-09-23 09:45 (UTC)

[There's a long pause. He's not quite as good at this as his sister or Odin- or the other gods with experience in dabbling in souls, but Fenrir can still recognize the Thiazi's taint, and he knows that it burns cold and dark.

Fenrir knows that there's something else in her, he's felt it since the first day that they met- and while the wolves of smaller universes don't generally concern him, there's still an odd sense of kinship there, something that's... perhaps one of the reasons why he's not in a hurry to kill her. Not that it means much, but it's something.

He lowers his hand after a moment, pulling away from her, and shaking his head.]

You're not one of them. [Bluntly.]

Her influence isn't in you.

[ Well, that's a bit of a let down. At least in the one sense. (The not killing her is a good thing though, definitely.) But at his conclusion, she frowns. If it were possible to look at your own face (sans reflection), that's probably just what she'd be attempting. ]

...Nothing? I mean- Yeah, great I'm not being sent out t'murder anyone, that's fantastic, brilliant. But there's nothing else? Everyone's been acting out and-- [ A thought suddenly occurs, and she turns a queried eye towards the man who (hopefully) is still there with her. ]

You lot aren't affected or anything, are you? Can you .. Feel it? Outside of us, I mean. --S'pose then it's just .. me hurting people. The blackouts must have something to do with it though, wouldn't they?

[ She's more talking to herself by the end of that. ]

[Fenrir just listens to her speak, one of his eyebrows cocked, almost amused as she tries to cycle her way through it.]

We can feel her magic, but- the flow of it is complex and would take too long to explain. Consider... it's as if all travelers are ill with fever, but some few of you in particular are cancerous.

[So ultimately, Fenrir shakes his head.]

Your thoughts of violence and blackouts are her doing, not yours. But that is not not nearly as horrific as the doings of the ones among you who are truly under her curse.

[ Better to try and figure it out than to sit with her thumb up her arse though, isn't it? Rose likes to think so. ]

I wouldn't recognize magic if it slapped me in the face, anyway. I'm a science girl, me.

[ Not to say she doesn't .. necessarily believe it, anymore. Being in Asgard this long kind of alters your views on things. But oh. Cancerous. That's a lovely image. ]

An' we still aren't sure who's infected an' who isn't, yet. S'too bad there's no ... mass scanner we could use. Hook it up to your sight or somethin'. But- Thanks. For making sure.

[ ... ] I still have to get .. cleansed, yeah? Something tells me it's a bit more than a hot bath.

I'm not going to kill you, Rose.

[Fenrir shakes his head, letting out a soft sigh.]

And until we can figure out the source of the infection, cleansing the magic from each traveler would be useless. You're all exposed to it somehow.

[ She lets out a breath at his affirmation. No, she didn't have to die. Much as she'd ... be sort of willing, to let herself be 'cleansed', she'd rather not have to let him stick her with claws or something. One death is more than enough for her ~~knock on wood~~. ]

Somethin' got into the city, and ... Like in the water, or somethin'. Figuratively speaking. So we find those who're .. more dangerous. An' hand them over or- or do it ourselves?

That's the gist of it, yes.

[He takes a step back then, looking out over the street behind him.]

If you catch them, you're free to kill them. Or give them to me, and I'll consume them. My sister will sort them out easily enough.

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