\ \ Because if not it’s cool, just kind of need to know whether I’m involved or not.

And if you don’t want to write doesn’t mean OOC talk isn’t fine just to make clear.

<< talking is about the most I’m able to do at the moment.

Hope you understand and great to meet some Cleopatra 2525 and Xena fans (I assume), as well as fellow Red Bull connoisseurs.

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\ \ Don’t think I’ve had coconut berry and hardly remember Watermelon, but I vote (even though it wasn’t asked) on the watermelon lol well chosen!

And perhaps if I might suggest for future endeavors, to try perhaps the strawberry apricot or the dragonfruit? I think it’s called

\ \ Might I inquire into the flavor of the red bull?

<< do you get something like that?"

<< ale to the water Gabrielle insisted for her to consume. Yes, she considered water more for bathing and cleaning than drinking, except out on their travels. Just as this Rose had said, clean water could be hard to find.

She hands the flask back after another gulp and nods, "Nice stuff. Where >>

<< the warrior.

"As long as its not poison..." Xena remarks, taking the flask and bringing it up close to her lips, pausing to sniff before she drinks. She's not sure she's ever had a water this... crisp before, almost like a breath of fresh air.

Then again, she always was preferring mead and >>

<< arches as she watches the other succumb to what she's seen many fall prey to before, a sheer panic attack and nothing more.

"I have a feeling it is tied to your panic. Relax."

Blue eyes follow Rose to the floor as she sits, watching the blonde produce a flask and drink then offer it up to >>

<< her a better look at the strange gauntlet cladding the left arm, something she wasn't sure even Hephaestus could accomplish...

The peaceful gesture didn't last long, and the warrior's arm fell away as she listened, her annoyance returning, though she was unphased by this news.

A single brow >>

Seeing the proffered hand, Xena takes the slow steps forward to bring her in range to clasp her hand around the other's forearm, a common 'handshake' of her time. One that had many different meanings, but for someone like Xena, its main was to ensure no hidden weapon to be pulled.

Plus, it gave >>

\ \ After I reply to this current response I've been given, if you would like to discuss how to accomplish this so we don't trample over each other's replies, I will be fine with it. Saves me from having to come back later to ask if you'd be okay my bringing @themightygabby.bsky.social into things.

<< "Please."

In her own show of 'good faith' she shoves her sword into the ground directly in front of them, taking one single large step back.

"And trust me, I only ask nicely once."

<<

Her voice was indicative of annoyance, though there was much more turmoil underneath.

"Okay, *Rose*, I need you to start by telling me where I am, then you can get to this whole fight against your Baileys problem." In afterthought she adds, just as Gabrielle would have her do, >>

<< pieces scattered into the designs.

From the corner of her eye she catches sight of the tattoo on the blonde's upper arm, something she could only comprehend as a tribal tradition.

The information being taken in was becoming overwhelming and Xena's empty hand raises, palm outward, "Enough." >>

<< was exactly, not to mention some of these phrases weren't at all familiar...

She was hardly listening now as her eyes went to the ruins around her. These were not Grecian or Roman architecture, and she couldn't quite place it from other regions either... though, she could see some identical >>

<< of the ruins they stood in. And her hands raised in surrender, though she saw how this woman moved nowhere out of reach to the sword.

Inside she felt like rolling her eyes at the information being given, same stuff different... empire?

Come to think of it, Xena really wasn't sure where she >>

Xena's cool gaze never leaves the blonde, her eyes stare with a rare blink, knowing just how much those are opportune moments for anyone to strike.

This allows for nothing to go unnoticed while she listened, including the show of temporary truce with the other's sword shoved into the ground >>

<< her gaze deathly still.

Unmoving, a brow arches as the demeanor shifts from playful to serious, “You’re not Cyane.”

There was almost disappointment to her tone, but the alarm of the discovery kept her voice flat and even.

There had to be a reason for this look-a-like.

“Who do you work for?”