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post-tos } { by a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

Ruby tells her before she leaves that it's a bad idea.

She gives her an entire download on the lay out of the Enchanted Forest. She tells her who to look out for, who to stick close to, and who can get her closer to her goal of finding Hook. Ruby would be going herself, if it weren't for the fact that she could run into another version of herself by testing this and one of the science people on this mission think that that would be bad.

Very bad.

Extremely bad.

Elena tries to reassure her that she will be fine. If Hook doesn't remember her than she'll make him remember her, one way or another, and she'll get him to come back to Nifelheim with her. Things are bad - really bad - and they need all the help they can get at this point. It's a risk, using this untested technology to drop into someone else's world and interfere, but it's a risk they have to take.

Hesiod is winning. If they stand any chance of getting Tristan back on the throne, of ending this war that she's been navigating her way through for years now, then they need all the help they can get. And in this particular case, it's requiring them to call on some old friends. They need a guinea pig - she volunteers.

Now she's lying on the deck of a ship, slightly winded and a little sore and hoping that the outfit Ruby put her in is at least seaworthy, on top of being Enchanted Forest appropriate. She gives a bit of a groan, one hand wandering to her pocket to make sure she had the device to try and call herself back to Nifelheim when she's ready, and once she's sure she has it, she starts to push herself into a sitting position.

And finds herself face-to-face with a nice set of sword points.

Well, at least she found the right ship.

She holds up her hands in surrender, giving them a small smile. "Easy, boys. I'm not here to hurt anyone."

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Elena exhales slowly. Pertinent battle information that the crew shouldn't overhear? No. Personal sappy friend stuff?

"It's nice to see you. Circumstances, aside."

That makes him smile. Few people are glad to see a pirate again, except bar wenches, perhaps. He inclines his head towards her, the smile shifting more into his characteristic smirk.

"I do have a face that's nice to see, it's true." Chuckling, he comes over to her and takes her hand, lifting it to his lips. "Shall we?"

She can't help but grin a bit at that. Yes, this? This is why she missed him. She nods in agreement, before taking a step forward.

"We shall."

He leads her back out on deck where his men look nervously on as Hook explains the situation as he's presenting it. He and Elena will be going to this world to scout it out and then he'll decide if it's something he wants to involve the rest of his crew with. Reactions are mixed. Some want to go with him, others are content to sit and wait for his return. But in the end, he has his way as he always does. The ship is left to his second and he turns to Elena.

"I suppose you have a clever way for us to travel?"

She smirks a bit at that, before pushing her hair back just enough to reveal her earbud from where it had been covered. Those things are perfectly handy when they need to be. "Hey, guys? We're ready whenever you are."

The machine they have now doesn't work like the Grasp did. In fact, it's bright and showy and not at all discreet, so one minute there's a bright blinding light completely surrounding them, the next they're standing in a steel plated room, looking a weary-looking Dean Winchester in the face.

"Welcome back."

You could have warned him, Elena. Now Hook has spots dancing in front of his eyes. But once they clear he comes face to face with his roommate again and he gives a nonchalant shrug.

"Really couldn't stay away. Especially when I'm so desirable for the cause." He shoots Elena a little look. Yeah, he knows he's full of it, but he likes to pretend.

"How are you, mate?" he asks, addressing Dean again.

Dean snorts softly at that, because yeah. Dean could actually do with being a little less desirable for this particular cause, but he isn't going to say no. And honestly, it's better than whatever multiversal limbo he managed to get himself stuck in.

"Let's just say this is a vacation." Yep. Dean Winchester vacations in the middle of a war zone. That's just how he rolls. He then nods to Elena. "She fill you in on where we're at?"

"She mentioned things getting worse and about to spill over into other worlds," he answers, glancing around the room they're in. "I suppose you're here to elaborate?"

He doesn't know what they'll be doing or what good he'll do, but he's here to set things right so that the rest of the universe doesn't go very wrong.

Dean nods a bit, before tipping his head to Elena. "I guess in situations like that, you can really only cover the basics." But he'll lead the way towards a small hub where the main planning area seemed to be housed. There aren't a lot of people coming in and out of it at any given time but that's more because their numbers are small.

"The long story is a lot longer. We're still not sure how most of it happened." She pauses as she leans over the map. "What's the last thing you remember from Nifelheim?"

Hook follows, taking a look at the map as well and pausing to stroke his chin.

"We were trapped in the Wyld. There was some strange storm that melted structures and produced puddles that showed off other people's memories. It wasn't many days after that event that I must have been sent back."

Elena nods for a moment, before leaning forward to rest her elbows against the table. "So before the Egime. That's when things start to get crazy."

"Hesiod was on the run for a while. Building support, bringing his faction together. The Royal family wanted him for killing Skokan, but his followers were making sure he was hard to find. They were also amassing an army at the same time."

"An army? There must be a fair number of them." And here he thought the Nysgods didn't have it in them to fight. It seems at least a group of them do.

"And what is the Egime? Another place you all lived?"

Elena nods. "It's a ship. We bounced through a few different worlds for a while before we managed to make it back to Dagaz. And that's when ... "

"The shit hit the fan." Dean says what Elena is to delicate to. Or too polite. Whichever comes first.

Hook takes it to mean things went sour. Interesting phrase, though. He'll have to remember it.

"How so? I take it our arrival had some up in arms?" All he knew was that Hesiod fellow was a bit touched in the head and had no qualms about leaving them to die. If all the men on his side were as mad as he was, then they were truly in trouble.

"More or less." Elena sighs, letting her elbows rest against the table. "Hesiod's people saw us as remainders of the old regime, the King wanted one of us to be Tristan's mate quickly, to end the war and everyone who was team Tristan wanted us to help encourage him to fight for change - but real change, not the kind that came at the hands of a madman and murderer. It was pretty much hell breaking loose."

"Sounds like chaos all around." He moves to lay his palms upon the table, looking at the map and only gaining a little insight into what it's representing.

"What are our weapons in this fight? I recall the Nysgods being against violence, so what does a violent one use?"

"Their brains." Elena frowns for a moment, before tipping her head to the side. "Still remember those mind blocking tricks they used to teach us?"

"Lovely," he answers sarcastically. Standing upright, he waves a hand vaguely. "Somewhat. I take it someone on our side can give me a refresher?"

She nods a bit. "I'll put you in touch with one of the telepaths. She'll make it pretty easy for you, I think. If you can block her out, then you should be able to keep the Nysgods out."

She? Well color Hook intrigued. He won't even stop the lecherous grin that comes to his face at that. He wouldn't mind a woman looking into his head and seeing his dirty thoughts.

"And is this telepath good looking?" Clearly, his priorities are utterly in order.

Elena rolls her eyes a bit, before shaking her head. "She's not your type." Not by a long shot. "She'll be tomorrow. But for right now, you should get some sleep. Today's been ... long."

Ladies usually say Hook's not their type, but that just gives him opportunity to prove them wrong. A woman not being Hook's type? Either Elena thought she knew his type very well, or the mystery woman wasn't into men at all. Oh, well if that was it, he could look elsewhere. If all the candidates were coming back, there were quite a few good looking ones among their number.

"I can agree with that, lass. Where will I be bunking down tonight?"

Elena smirks a bit at that before taking a step back and gesturing with her arm. "Follow me."

And with that, she'll lead the way down the halls of the Egime towards the dorm areas.

And Hook will follow, tipping his head to Dean in farewell and swaggering after Elena, because that's how he do.

[ ooc: good spot to end it? ]

[Yep, that works!]

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sob, i love special guest stars

they're the best /chinhands

did he go to chris's world to retrieve her?

probably, yep!

i wants it. /clutches face

done. /adds it to our psl to do list

/whispers this is the best day of my life

/chinhands

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