Oh happy Dagger....(Aryn)

[Bastille Amtrum]

It had only been about a week since Bastille had been found by Mathew and to her knowledge not many knew she was even back in the known world. Truth be told,to some extent she was not.

Arriving at Aryns door, she would knock tentatively, the hood around her shoulders. She would await for someone to answer, an odd perplexed look crossing her features which she seemed to be trying to conceal with her normal bored expression.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Bastille would have to thank her lucky stars...as Aryn beat Natalie to the door. The brunette shrugged and moved back to cleaning house without much for worry.

The door swung open and Aryn blinked. Cloaked figure. Fetish? Maybe.

"Welcome to Heaven and Hell." Aryn smirked, though her tone was warm and gracious. She was, after all, a business woman. And so far--wait. Aryn's brow furrowed as - unless the hood was totally obscuring her face - she caught sight of the woman that had been captured mid-battle. "Jesus Christ."

Aryn swung the door wider, eyes widening.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Yo" Bastille said, her long blonde hair being tied up messily up in the back. She looked like crap. "Hey listen...I need a hair cut" she said wearily. It was her way of having a greeting...but it was obvious by the look on her face she'd just gone through hell and back- but she was still Bastille. Or at least as far as anyone could visibly tell.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn just stared, blankly, a moment. And then she snapped out of her shock and stepped out to put her hand on Bastille's shoulder and pull her in.

"C'mon, then. Let's cut your hair."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just nodded and slowly limped toward the door- nothing too dramatic but it was noticeable. Of course she looked around awkwardly, making sure no one was watching her as she stepped into the door. Shoving down the hood of her cloak the rest of the way she sighed slightly.

"I would have been here earlier today...but walking is difficult. Before you ask though, long story short I got out.....apparently Barker died or something so the scientists felt less inclined to keep a careful eye....of course I get home and my husband has him sitting in our kitchen.." She muttered irritably.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Well. Bastille's explanation definitely saved her asking the questions of 'Did Mathew know she was back?' and so on, so forth. Shutting the door, deftly, she turned back and pulled open the drawer of the desk in the front entrance and pulled out a pair of scissors.

"Well then. Let's just head up to my room, shall we, so you can rest."

Casually looping her arm around Bastille's waist to support her, the brunette would help her little spunky blonde friend up those stairs to the relative sanctuary of her room.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille gave her a slight look, but she had to guess the help was appreciated. Or would be, so she leaned in just slightly and walked up the stairs.

"I just need time outside that house..." she muttered and sighed.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn made a sound that sounded...suspiciously like a snort of laughter.

"I couldn't guess why."

She opened up the door and let Bastille go.

"So." She began as she moved forward, dragging out a chair from the corner so Bastille could sit and she could cut all her lovely locks off. "What the fuck happened to you with you away so long?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Round two of torture....I'm still trying to figure out why.....it's almost like they let me go it was so easy to get out once they started messing up" She lied. "But more qi experiments, hence the hair. It has a mind of its own, literally...." she said glad to be getting her short hair back....hopefully she could find some hair dye around somewhere....something told her that would be another excellent excuse to get out of the house.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"Hrm." She grunted. "Sit down, Bastille. Let's get this hair of yours cut, then."

She wasn't sure, really. It wasn't quite adding up. But maybe that was just her.

"What kind of torture?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille sat and closed her eyes. She didn't even want to see the scissors or sharp object quiet yet.

"Um, Do you mind if I dont talk about it. It is still sort of fresh..." She said, trying not to shudder.

But for some reason that didn't sit well with her and she just blurt it out anyway. "Mental, drugs.... mostly...I couldnt tell where I was, when it was...or if I was even in my own body....I killed my children, my husband, everyone I knew multiple times....I killed myself more." She said her eyes opening and staring at nothing.

"I'm not quite sure what it was for, or what they did..." she held up her arm. "the only thing I could figure out to do once I was out to be sure I was out was to bite my wrist every two minutes to tell time" Her arm was in a make shift cast with wrappings. She would shove it back under her cloak.

Jester had to admit, that was a close one. Bastille had been willing to talk about Barkers tortures the first time only about a month after their happenings. she had to assume previous exposure meant this time she would be more willing...at least it made sense.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn frowned and grabbed a brush and comb to slide both through the woman's hair as she spilled, lips pressed tight together. Her leaf green eyes were hard as she looked to Bastille's raised arm.

With a sound of disgust, she continued to brush until she had Bastille's runaway hair under some semblance of control before she swung the scissors in her hand.

"How short? Like normal?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"You know me well" Bastille said raising her brows as she looked over her shoulder with a smirk.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Amusement glinted.

"I try~"

She smirked back and swivelled her finger through the air to get Bastille to face forward again before she began pulling her fingers flat through her hair.

Snip. Snip. Slice.

The hair fell down to the floor.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"I'm sorry, I must be barging in on business...with the world not over and all...how has that been" It was obvious that Bastille was also asking how the battle went.