GODSENT | reyge

1-1; leaving home behind

Reyna had not been told a single thing about where she was headed exactly, and neither had she been allowed to know the coordinates.

The island they are approaching looks nowhere as uninviting as the other off-cast islands that were completely taken over by Radianite-draining technology, and Reyna is pleasantly surprised to find that the VALORANT PROTOCOL's base was underground while talking to the pilot, a stiff-necked Russian man with long hair as white as snow and a mechanical right eye that glowed an eerie, watchful blue.

He had introduced himself earlier as Sova, one of the agents at VALORANT. Reyna had took his hand as he held it out, their handshake firm and their silent exchange of glances makes it clear that he isn't one to be underestimated.

Sova begins their descent, and Reyna peers out the pilot cabin's windowpane.

Tall, leafy trees grow in packed flourishes all around the island, accompanied with short-growing ferns, and the sounds of monkeys squabbling and birds calling had Reyna breaking into a small smile despite herself. She had quite honestly expected another hellscape of damned technology bleeding poison into the world.

The Vulture lands with a jerk, and Reyna takes a deep breath.

"Sage is waiting for you inside," Sova says in a thick Russian accent, posting an arm over his chair, and it irks Reyna that his single bright, bright blue eye settles on her warily.

"Roger," Reyna says dryly, unbuckles herself, rises from the seat, and grabs her baggage from the one of the many compartments overhead. Sova makes no move to help her, still eyeing her silently.

She brushes it off. She isn't here to make every single agent in the organisation like her — though if it meant that Lucia would be getting her treatment here, she probably should at least appear amicable.

He opens the hatch for her, and she steps up onto the ramp, clutching her large mute purple duffel bag. Sage is indeed waiting by the entrance, a tablet in her hand, long, dark raven hair in a neat bun atop her head.

Her eyes land on Reyna, and she nods.

There it is again, that strange pull that Reyna feels whenever she looks at Sage, tugging, straining like a collar around her throat. She hadn't seen her in person after that day at the Cinco de Mayo, only having kept in touch through coded emails, their content limited to Reyna's acceptance into VALORANT.

Truly, Reyna is growing more and more curious about Sage by the passing second. A healer wasn't new, by any means, but reviving? That was something else entirely.

"You're on time." Sage looks down at her tablet, swipes a handful of times, then turns, pressing her hand against the scanner panel beside the heavy, towering set of double doors. "I'll register your handprint in the system and give you a short tour later. I'll show you to your room first and answer any questions that I can."

Reyna hums, rubs a thumb over the smooth material of her duffel bag strap. "That sounds nice and all, but did you miss me, carinõ?"

Sage raises an eyebrow at her just as the metal doors slide open and enters the headquarters without another word.

"No es divertido," Reyna mumbles under her breath and takes longer strides to catch up with Sage, who is briskly walking down the long, narrow, sloped tunnel, holding her head high.

She's shown the common room first, and Reyna's surprised to see a large, metallic silver table behind the couch and television set with Radianite-blue lighting lining the underside of the tabletop, and Sage tells her that it could shift into a dinner table, chess table, pool table, and serve several other recreational purposes.