ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ

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[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅʏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴅ

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[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

"It has been some time, I'm thirty-six."

Freja scratches her head, smiling.

"I stopped aging when I became Champion, though, that was eighteen years ago."

[ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ @LeadSatern]

He would inspect it, only to scratch his head in utter confusion.

“I uh, um…damn…that’s a lot.”

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "I feel as if I must continue."

Freja shakes her head, looking at him.

"I'll be in contact."

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet She plugs it in and starts racing in that direction.

"It'd be better to save more people than just one... Unless you'd like to stay, but I'm plenty capable myself."

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet Going to fly into the hangar. She probably flies like an ape to them.

Freja is first to try and help him out.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "As chief of my village, I absolve you of your service to me."

She taps his forehead with two fingers.

"This way..."

Flying closer to the ship.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@CrimsonFrigg 🥾

He deadpans, but enjoys the affection.

"I can transfer the coordinates." He takes out a tablet looking device and hands it to her.

"Just plug it into your console and it should lead the way."

The Emerald Palace

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "I would feel better if you were safer."

She reaches back to touch his head, driving straight.

"Do you know a way to get home?"

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "We should get you home."

She nods, flipping it on.

"I'm not sure what else I can help you with."

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "She would. New Gods, even corrupted ones like that, are incredibly informed."

Intelligent isn't the correct word, unfortunately.

Freja hops into the ship.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "I would think so."

She nods.

"I'm not too knowledgeable on that, though."

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "What are yours?"

The elevator rockets them back down, and she speed-walks to the craft.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet Lucidia nods, then gives them a dismissive wave.

Freja walks back to the elevator.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

Wrestling with a bearctopus.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

Freja produces what is recognizably a phone. Hers is more simple, the case is decorated with lots of charms. She projects a number from the device:

47393747383^120000 AA.

[ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ @LeadSatern]

“That’s uh…man….”

He doesn’t know how to process it, only for his ears to droop down.

“What about you? What year are you from?”

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet "My family... Did they pass well?"

They're assaulted with information again, pictures of other crimson-haired fellows in a golden field.

Freja sighs in relief, letting go a bit.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

army. There are thousands still active."

But, smiles shortly after.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

"Very, very, very far from now. Your world is in our history books, all across the stars, they mention how mighty it was... and still is."

Freja sighs.

"The sentinels still active there are too powerful for us to go there, just one of them could fight off an entire-

[ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ @LeadSatern]

Soft blush once her hand gently touched his. He would then retract his arm.

“It’s the year twenty five, where are you from?”

He asked with a head tilt.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

Freja gingerly touches his hand, then lets him go.

"Yes... What year is it?"

She looks at the sun, if it's out, smiling.

[ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ @LeadSatern]

Looking at his hand, clenching it into a fist and lets out a sigh, as he would then unclench it.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

Extends his arm out, showing his palm to her.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet Lucidia floods them both with warmth, but doesn't say anything.

Freja's hand comes away from her hammer, and she steadies herself.

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

@TheGoldComet She projects information into their minds, Freja stutters a few times.

"You... You first, please."

[ᴄᴀʀᴍɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴᴇʀ @CrimsonFrigg]

"I believe I've been displaced."

She holds out her powerful hands.

"Please."

[ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ @LeadSatern]

“I uh, thank you, I think?”

Raising a brow, confused of the strange request.

“Why you want my palm?”