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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

[blue_sophia]

[ He's not far off the mark, anyway, but that reaction merely amuses her. ] Oh, but you don't get it. I don't enjoy being a pawn— [ Hesitating—because that is part of her job description back home— ] But I do enjoy defying a group of faceless "godlike" beings.

[deceases]

I don't think anyone would just sit here and accept their fate, but.. [ He sighs, obviously going back to his attitude from before as if he's bored with everything or something like that. ] .. if I had a choice, I'd rather not be dealing with them at all. I enjoy not being bothered by a group of faceless beings to begin with.

[blue_sophia]

[ Kid, an attitude like that'll get you nowhere—not that she particularly cares. The world needs more people like him, if only as cannon fodder. ]

There is little we can do about the whims of strangers. [ And she may sound just a teeny bit bitter about that. ] But seeing as neither of us have any choice—what are you going to do about it? Sit back and watch?

[deceases]

[ Hey, to be fair, he's defied his fair share of things both here and back home! He just doesn't like being vocal about it, that just leads to your downfall most of the time. ]

Oh, of course. Front row seat with popcorn. [ The sarcasm in his voice is obvious. ]

[blue_sophia]

[ She's…just gonna pretend she knows what popcorn is and doesn't give a shit about it, yes. ]

Are you making fun of me?

[deceases]

[ Modern day references all over.. ]

I'm just trying to say that it's not that easy to stand up against them. And if you mess up, then you'll end up causing trouble for everyone else in this place too.

[blue_sophia]

[ Wow how did he suddenly get so reasonable— ]

Oh? Not very fair gods, are they?

[deceases]

Of course not. But you'd expect as much from kidnappers. [ He crosses his arms. ] I've heard that one time they punished all of the people in this place since two guys decided to try and break into the Rulers' castle and failed. I'm not going to have to deal with something like that just because some others were stupid enough to try something dumb.

Only a reasonable plan might be worth it.

[blue_sophia]

[ Chuckling, ] And what, pray tell, would be a more "reasonable" plan to you? These gods must realize that we can't be forced.

[deceases]

I don't have an idea yet. [ At least he's honest. And he shrugs. ]

If I had an idea for a plan, I would have been out of here already, after all.

[blue_sophia]

[ Point, and she's this close to rubbing at her temples now. They're not getting anywhere, talking like this—sobering as that thought is. ]

No, of course not. Though I take it you haven't had a professional among your ranks before now. [ Arrogant? Pretty much. ]

[deceases]

Depends on what kind of professional we're talking about here.

[ Not like he pays enough attention to people to really know what they are or how good they are at fighting.. well, aside from the guy who randomly said he was a wizard. But that's an exception. ]

[blue_sophia]

Fighting. Magic. Wouldn't those come in handy? [ Even for the fact that she's lost much of her magic and fighting ability upon arrival… ]

[deceases]

Sure, if the Rulers can be taken down with that, then I'd say it's very useful. [ but he does understand about the limits here, so he has to ask.. ] .. if you can use it, that is.

[blue_sophia]

[ He's caught her there, and she visibly stiffens. ]

Well enough—I'll cleave their necks apart the moment they show them.

[deceases]

[ .. Heh. Well, no way this can go wrong. If she is able to do it, then they'll be free, if she isn't then he can at least tell her 'told you so'.. ]

I'll be looking forward to seeing that then.