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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

[gordianknots]

[At this point, Waver's thinking his new life mantra should be I hate the second magic I hate the second magic I hate the second magic.]

You're going to have to elaborate on home then

[blue_sophia]

I'd prefer not to. [ And that's the nicest way she'll put it. Too many Issues with her past and all that. ] How exactly will it help us now?

[gordianknots]

Easy - it will explain where the disconnect between your home and the legend of Brynhildr lies.

[blue_sophia]

[ That makes her pause then, suspicious. ]

It is the home of the gods, had they still been alive.

[gordianknots]

[Could you be any more vague? Waver just stares at her, hoping she'll get the message to keep speaking.]

[blue_sophia]

[ It's a chafing silence though, and however reasonable he'd been she's still close to losing her temper. ]

What does it matter? [ Trying to keep her voice even. ] This "Brynhildr" doesn't exist in my world.

[gordianknots]

Amongst other things? Knowing about people's past enables an understanding of strengths and weaknesses for potential rebellion here.

[blue_sophia]

Tch, you presume too much. I know little of you to begin with, and I don't care to learn any further. [ That, and she is…extremely touchy about her past. ]

[gordianknots]

Of course I do. I also know that knowledge is the most valuable resource and weapon one can have, thus I make a point of gathering all I can.

But if there's nothing else to speak of, I can leave you be to get to know the rest of this ridiculous place.

[blue_sophia]

Careful, I heard too much of that can kill you. [ Just because he's right doesn't mean she has to admit to it after all. ] But if nothing else, then this conversation is over.

[gordianknots]

Doubtlessly true, but then again, everything kills eventually. [Waver's not precisely thrilled with how this conversation went, but he's content to start heading in the direction of his house, given that he's clearly getting no information, the awkwardness is not worth prolonging]

[blue_sophia]

Hmph. [ It's not over yet, in any case. She turns in the opposite direction, just as irritated at how things went down. ]