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[blue_sophia]

Who:  Malice and YOU
When:  December 13th, Monday
Where:  Various places, see below
What:  Gathering information—and her bearings—and maybe making a few enemies friends along the way.
Warnings:  Some talk of injuries, maybe attempted violence, but this is tame, otherwise.

i.  Lilac District

There's a girl clad in furs and mail who's standing in front of Unit Four with a look of utter contempt.  Of course she's new, of course she's not exactly sure what to make of this…generosity.  If she'd been spared this much kindness in her youth she'd have no need of it but there are far more pressing matters to attend to than a past she'd left behind.  Namely, her Diviner's missing.  Her wings are missing.  And it's clear as the snow-white landscape that she's nowhere near Heaven's Gate anymore.

So she takes a deep breath and steps back, wincing a little when the wound at her side flares up, though it remains unseen from the bulk of her clothing.  But she fishes out that compact she'd received upon arrival, and with an entirely businesslike air she thrusts it at the nearest passerby.

"What is the meaning of this?"

ii.  Training Grounds

It doesn't take her long to find what she's been looking for.  She's been supplied with a spear, at least, though its weight is nothing like the Skadi had been.  Heavier, actually, but the sooner she gets some practice with it, the better.

Her wound still burns, but it will heal in its own time—she doesn't trust the lot of these people, but they should be of some use to her for the time being.  Her armor feels heavy though, and her shoulders ache, but she bites her lip and bears it as she approaches, spear in hand but not threateningly, indicating the grounds.

"Well?" A cocky little smile.  "Too scared to fight?"

iii.  The Fluffy Duckling

It's not that she particularly cares for any drink, but that—from experience—places like these often contain valuable information, whether overheard or otherwise coaxed from some hapless denizen.  She doesn't plan on doing anything violent at the moment, really, though she does have a tankard of mead on hand (and it's the only thing that godsdamned bartender would serve her).

She makes no attempt to be friendly, either, though she does nod to the one occupying the empty seat next to her.  "They don't serve anything good in here," she says by way of greeting, though she otherwise remains nonchalant.

Comments

Lilac District

[grancenturio]

[Only one of Nessiah's eyes is covered - One-Eyed was one of Odin's titles that Nessiah did not particularly mind. He raises a visible eyebrow.]

It is a device meant for communication with others trapped here.

[blue_sophia]

[ That single eye bothers her—not enough for it to show, but enough for her to hesitate a bit before withdrawing the device. ]

Tch, that much I'm aware. Are they expecting us to play with silly toys like this?

[grancenturio]

They like to show us kindnesses. Prove that our fate isn't so bad, and then punish us in other ways. They're quite capricious in that way.

[blue_sophia]

Hmph, isn't that interesting? Surely there's been some means of rebellion already. [ If the gods are good—and she's counting on otherwise—that'll all be the information she needs. ]

[grancenturio]

It depends on what they're doing to us this time. But yes, we've bee rebelling since we came here.

[blue_sophia]

We'll soon find that out, won't we? [ Narrowing her eyes, albeit her smile still lingers. ] But I take it it's not something to be said out in the open.

[grancenturio]

Ideally not.

[He smiles, thin.] My name is Nessiah.

[blue_sophia]

[ She hesitates for a brief moment—not that anyone here would've had access to Asgard's registries, but it pays to keep a few secrets to her advantage. What had that letter said? ]

Brynhildr. [ Gods, even the name sounds a little nostalgic. ] Does that suffice?

[grancenturio]

If you would take your denizen's name over your own, who am I to judge?

The Fluffy Duckling

[gordianknots]

[A half pint of beer is just enough to stay off the cold while information gathering. Not that the place is crowded, and not that the new addition doesn't stick out like a sore thumb after combing through the network and taking pages upon pages of notes that all that had transpired in the past.

Strange that he hasn't seen her on the video feeds first though, and if Waver's honest he prefers that method of communication. It's observation, in a way in person meetings don't allow for.

Shame he can't take the drink outside. Best to drain it in one go and hope she makes video contact in a day or two.]

[blue_sophia]

[ There's the thing with getting trapped in a new place that forces her into staying clear of strange devices like that. She's done enough at home that would make anyone remotely Good-aligned come after her with torches, pitchforks, the whole deal. Better to stay incognito as well as she can while still gathering information.

She's managed that much, when visiting the more primitive areas of her world. But not a chatty one, is he? She sips at her own drink for a moment, trying not to gag before setting that tankard aside with a look of utter distaste. ]

Oh? A shy one, are we? You needn't be like that with me.

[gordianknots]

[Since when did Waver get as subtle as Rider? Surely he must be better than that. All the same, the half pint glass goes down and he raises an eyebrow]

And you're new and have yet to use the communications network. That's infinitely more interesting than myself.

[blue_sophia]

Is that all? [ A smirk, while she idly twirls a lock of her hair. ] As useful as it may be, I'm not keen on having an audience.

[gordianknots]

Usually most people crowd source for information about this place upon arrival, making you an anomaly.

[blue_sophia]

Isn't that amusing? [ Chuckling, ] But the problems of strangers don't concern me.

[gordianknots]

Amusing is hardly the world I would employ in the matter, all things considered, nor would I take that attitude. The issue of this place is a shared problem, and thus your concerns are the same of the rest of the populace.

[blue_sophia]

Calm down a little, then. How is this— [ She pulls out her compact and snaps it open, smiling all the while as it sings and pukes out glitter. ] —for amusement? It seems we're taken a bit lightly. [ But getting proven wrong would be just as useful… ]

i.

[deceases]

[ .. Great. Was being hassled by girls just something that was going to happen everytime he is taking a walk here? Sure, he was used to a particular girl doing it back home too, but he didn't even like her..

So he just sighs when he nearly gets the compact knocked into him. His own clothes are almost stereotypically vampire-like, honestly. It almost looks funny on the otherwise normal guy with messy hair. ]

What do you think it looks like?

[blue_sophia]

[ Those clothes make her feel a little nostalgic—a comrade of hers had had a similar appearance, and they're far better than the shoddy armor she's stuck with. Even the hair's oddly familiar. ]

A toy, maybe? [ Chuckling, but she'll withdraw that compact now, without so much as an apology. ] I take it it's of some importance to the people of this place.

[deceases]

Yeah, you can talk to the other people here through it. So it's sort of like a phone, except they gave it a ridiculous shape. Probably to mock us even more.

[ He sighs as if it's a great pain. Then again, he just always generally comes across as bored or bothered.. ]

[blue_sophia]

[ Not the kind of person she's used to, and it does bug her. ] Ridiculous is right. Is there nothing else we can use to communicate?

[deceases]

You can always walk up to people and talk to them, but in general it's easier to do it with this. It means you can speak to everyone here at the same time, so it's much more difficult to get everyone's attention without it.

[ ... ] Besides, there are enough things here that are generally ridiculous yet we have to put up with it. It's sort of a theme here.

[blue_sophia]

It seems we have no choice in the matter. [ Just typical, though she'll avoid taking it out on him. ] But I'm sure their little gift will have its uses… [ Then again, she'll trust Dracula better than the major arcana. ] …Mmn, but this is interesting. They haven't used these to their advantage yet? I'd be sorry if these things are completely reliable.

[deceases]

Oh, I bet they listen in on our conversations using them. [ He waves a hand almost dismissively though, as if that part should be obvious. ]

But don't you think they could do that as well when we're just normally talking anywhere on the island? It's the same thing.

[blue_sophia]

I see your point. [ However irritatingly put— ] So we'll have no choice but to play along with their little games. [ Nonchalantly, since she's already used to it, but she'll take a glance at the spear strapped to her back for the moment, before turning to him. ] That much of a challenge is too delicious to resist, don't you think?