First time meeting a student

Tuesday, about ten in the morning. Still a couple days left of he official recuperation from breaking her leg. With her employment sidestep of nighttime groundskeeper to daytime groundskeeper, that meant she was allowed more freedom, too. Her right leg was still a bit tender, but after physical therapy yesterday, they said she should start walking around a bit more and getting some more physical exercise to get used to walking on it again. So, donning her usual clothes (she had several matching outfits) and opting to leave her backpack in her dorm- though she still brought a portable black-colored eye-pod thing with head-phones that she was listening to, her tazers, and a small roll of duct tape, placed in her side pockets with zippers- she started taking a walk around the dorms as a warm-up for a hike around campus. Most people would be attending classes about this time anyway, so she didn't think it was likely she'd meet a whole lot of people, if anybody.

She'd gone through the east wing and was feeling good enough to continue, so she decided to take a stop down in the student lounge. She was about halfway through the lounge when her "condition" flared up and a sudden spike of pain in her upper right leg made her yelp and scream, "FUCK!" in pain as she clutched her leg and went down on the other knee, since it felt like somebody had just stabbed her with a barbed spear. She waited a couple seconds, biting her lip, and then, crawling on the floor using her hands and her left leg, she made her way over to a nearby leather chair, that looked like a recliner. From there she hoisted herself up and turned herself around, and then she put up the footrest and leaned back while she waited for a bit until she felt secure enough to make it back to her dorm. She didn't quite realize it when she dozed off while reclining in the chair within three minutes.

(OOC: her standard outfit is the second picture, which means she could be mistaken for being a burglar as well.)

As soon as Amaya felt somebody touching her antennae-streaks, she jolted awake with an arched back and a sensuous, semi-loud cry of ecstasy. Then, realizing what had just happened, her faced flushed with anger and embarrassment and she took a swing at the person who had touched her hair from her position in the chair, shouting, "Bastard!" she attempted to get up, but a twitch of pain told her that would be a very bad idea, so she settled in and shouted, "Pervert! Assault! Molester!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out the first thing she could grab- which happened to be the roll of black duct tape- and tossed it at the person as she continued, "What kind of womanizer goes around rubbing a poor and innocent woman's antennae in their sleep? You will be lucky if I do not get up from this chair and-"

Amaya stopped mid-sentence as the smell of coffee hit her, and her head cocked a little in confusion. "What is that smell? And why does it look like you are drinking some kind of hot mud?" She then noticed his jeans and his eyeglasses. "And what are you wearing? I do not remember seeing coverings like those before. They are very odd."

Amaya got a little more confused. "Cough E? Hang Overs? I do not understand. You are standing and not upside down, and you are drinking a cough? People from this time period do not make sense." She sighed, then shook her head. "I will be fine when the pain in my leg fades. Until then I must remain sitting. If I still had my magic I could float myself back to my room."

She then turned back to him with a glare. "But you are still a pervert groper molester. Do you not know it is a sexual act to touch a Dark Faerie's antennae? They are very, very sensitive and I will hit you again if you try to touch my streaks again."

When Amaya heard the part about 'medical assistance' she felt horror going through her entire body. After he had finished saying he wanted to help, she stammered out, "No dock doors. Never any dock doors. Men who rely on steel and iron can never be trusted."

She sighed, and forced herself to relax, mentally. She noticed he had offered her something; as she had been raised, it was considered almost taboo to refuse something offered like that, so although she didn't want it, she felt compelled to take it. It wasn't likely to be a trap; in the five years she had spent in this time, she hadn't been attacked yet, so he was probably being honest in his intent to help. Even though she didn't have her magic anymore, she did still have some of her mental training, though it was dusty from not being used, and nothing about his body language suggested he was there to hurt her. She bit her lip, nervous, and she reached out, her hand shaking a little, to take the cup he offered.

"Cough E beans? A plant?" She took a sip, and made a face, partially because of the bitter taste, partially out of surprise. "Ugh. It is medicine." She paused, then tested her leg. What she didn't realize is that while she had been asleep the pain had mostly faded, and her leg had just been asleep; as she tested it now, it was awake as the rest of her and she felt no pain from it. "I see. It is good medicine. I did not think there were still herbal remedies in this modern age."

A thoughtful look crossed her face as she realized there was a strange sensation in her head and she was getting an influx of energy and awareness she didn't have before. "Cough E is an interesting plant. I shall have to study it." She offered the cup back to the person who had handed it to her. "I am Amaya. I have been charged with making sure the ground does not become lost within the lord of head's territory. May I ask what you are called?"

(sorry if the post is bad or there's typos; I was extremely tired and nearly passed out typing it)

Amaya frowned. "Cay-bell." She tested the word, rolling it on her tongue a little. "It is an interesting name. I did not know people studied markets. it is an interesting concept." She paused, then looked at his outstretched hand. "That is a very bad stance. An assailant could easily grab your hand and twist your arm behind your back to immobilize you. In my time that would almost certainly mean death."

She frowned, then thought about her work. "My job is very strange. They say I am supposed to be making sure the earth does not get lost, but I did not know earth could get lost and I have not witnessed anybody trying to steal it. What they have me do instead is mutilate trees and scoop together fallen leaves, or cut the grass to prevent it from growing tall enough to hide in. Sometimes I am asked to plant flowers, and when snow falls I am asked to melt it." She paused, then grinned. "These 'air-soul' cans you have are much fun if you hold fire in front of the spray hole. It is amusingly destructive against dead and fallen leaves of piles of snow. If we had access to such advanced technology in my time, I can only wonder how it may have been used."

She sighed. "Five hundred and eighty-eight summers ago I had an interesting life, doing what I loved and I still had my magic. Then I do not know what happened but I was wounded and I was sealed into a coffin of ice and made to sleep, and now I have been in this modern time for only five summers. I am not sure I shall ever get used to the technology of this time period."