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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

[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?

[blue_sophia]

It serves its purpose. [ That much she'll concede to their rulers. ] After all, I can't be expected to trust a stranger so soon.

[grancenturio]

If your name is so precious to you, then keep it. I prefer this name to any other.

[He'd never go by 'Odin'. Never.]

[blue_sophia]

Hmph, fair enough, "Nessiah." [ Mass murderers have every reason to hide, after all. ] But you misunderstand—my name means little to me.

[grancenturio]

Then why choose your denizen's?

[blue_sophia]

You'll need something to call me by, remember? Might as well be the one our captors impose on us, for the time being.

[grancenturio]

Very well. I'll accept that.

[blue_sophia]

Hmph. [ She'll refraining from saying As you should. ] Pleasantries aside, it seems we'll be working together for the time being.

[grancenturio]

Indeed. Try not to be too much of a burden.

[blue_sophia]

Tch. [ Came out before she can even stop herself, but since when is it a good idea to provoke a cocky bitch like her? She'll keep her mouth shut for the time being, though.

Still, she can't resist trying to get the last word. ] I'm never one to disappoint.

[grancenturio]

We will see.

[But Nessiah so loves provoking people.]

[blue_sophia]

I'm sure. [ And with that, she'll take her leave. ]