Vaeltia pulled into West’s driveway and quickly pulled the messenger bag she normally had with her. It was another day, and another period of time for her to spend with her Master. Only she was running late, and hadn’t had the time to change out of her Uniform.
She had thought to stop at home and take her usual quick shower and change, but she had gotten detained and ended up heading straight over. He shouldn’t be mad, but then she hadn’t told him that she was going through the academy, but he was an Arrow as well -- and that should mean something.
“Hey, West.” she called as she stepped onto his porch. His truck was still there, so she knew that he was most likely not in town... but then he did have that whole teleportation ability.
There was a slight odor of cordite and oil in the air. The smell of steel put to purpose.
West's head appeared around the corner.
"What..."
It vanished.
West's head appeared around the corner.
"...are you... Shit."
Whatever he'd been doing, a fat run of blood slid out of his nose and spiderwebbed around his upper lip before he wiped it off. He stepped around the corner, his other hand holding a bluish grey automatic.
"What are you doing? What month is this?"
“WOAH, West!” she said as she took an unthinking step back down off the porch. Her hands snapping up in the casual surrender place. Her voice was remaining even, but her eyes a bit startled.
“I was walking onto your porch...with the intent of getting inside, I know I’m a little late...and April...um, Two-thousand-twelve.” she gave him a curious look. “I am supposed to be here right? Nothing changed since last week, right?” She was confused.
"I know that."
He looked puzzled at what she'd said; why she'd included the year, or where she was going.
Belatedly, he realized the defensive gesture, and tucked the gun behind his back and into the waist of his pants. He remembered now, though. Sometimes the things Tyria would say. And he'd look at her the way Vaeltia was looking at him.
You just don't know when, little flame. That's all.
"No...," he added, "Nothing changed. Sorry."
He wiped at the blood again. He wasn't sure why he apologized, other than he felt he should. She seemed startled, after all. A finger pointed at her.
"I meant... what are you doing?"