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[ A: While this maiden has been here all day, she hasn't thought to venture out until the sun had set. There's so much she's learned already. For example, with how short the days were and the chill in the air - that meant winter was coming in quick. With the strange salt in the breeze she was able to determine that she was on an island of some sort near an ocean. She might stand out when it comes to the other civilians as she wore sheets pulled from the hotel bed as a makeshift cloak, tightening it closer in between her petite fists.

Then it happens. Midnight strikes and the few individuals who littered the streets with brightly colored bags of green and red in their hands appear in strange coffins, leaving her to be the only one visible in her path. With the snowfall, her vision is obscured slightly.. but not enough to veil the large figure approaching rapidly. A normal woman might be frightened enough to flee, but this one in particular is Irish. Kicking up snow into it's face, she feints to the side in an attempt to run around it. Naturally, she gets knocked over by the Visceral Maya, sliding into a thicker bank of snow along the street. A shame she doesn't have a phone to call for help or anything of the sort.

B: After she's been rescued by ~~insert amount of threads of people who choose to save her here~~, Gráinne will be entering whatever bar happens to be open past midnight with soaking wet sheets in her hand. Her own attire is fairly damp, but she doesn't seem to be concerned with it. ]

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Don't speak my name as though you're truly him! [ Just like that, her hand is yanked away as she falters a couple steps back. ] How dare you approach me in a guise of this manner! I have done nothing to earn your cruelty, but you've done all you can to earn my ire! Now reveal your true self before I have your head hunted by Fionn's best!

[ Surely he's seen enough angry women in his lifetime to recognize that she's highly offended. ]

Gráinne, please--it's me, Diarmuid! I would not dare deceive you, least of all now after being separated from you for so long!

[ Not sure if trust... ]

If I were to believe any man who approached me in such a manner, I'd be dead. What proof do you have to offer? [ A simple glance at his weapons spoke a great deal more to her than anything he could say. ] Those weapons are a forgery.

They are substitutes, not forgeries; I've lost Gae Dearg and Gae Buidhe. Please, tell me what I can do to convince you that I am who I claim to be.

There is nothing, for the true Diarmuid Ua Duibhne is dead.

Gráinne, I'm not dead. I was, yes, but--things are very complicated, and I fear it's difficult to explain.

The dead don't come back to life. Understand that the words you speak are of a vile sorcery that I want no part in.. if they are true.

Ordinarily, no. While magecraft is partially responsible, t is not of the sort you seem to think. Even if it wasn't, it seems death itself is invalidated by this place.

Invalidated? [ He's going to break her brain. ] In what manner?

I'm not sure if I should or even can explain it all right away. And I doubt you'd believe me if I tried.

If you were truly my late husband, then you'd think of me in a fonder manner. Doubting me like so only proves you to be an imposter.

If you will not believe me on a subject as simple as my name, I doubt you will take my word on far stranger matters.

Allow me to be the judge of what I'll believe and what I won't.

...This place is called Prospero. The year is--I don't know, but it is thousands of years after either of us lived. No one understands why or how we have arrived here, but the fact remains that we are all here regardless.

Those of us that are brought here come from countless countries, eras, even entire worlds. Even the dead are not immune to it, simply arriving here unharmed and breathing after their lives have ended.

[ That very thought strikes fear into her heart. For if this was truly Diarmuid, then he was to be angry with her for what transpired so long after his death. ]

Do you swear that your words are the truth? That you're Diarmuid Ua Duibhne? Can you swear that much to me?

I swear upon the names of our children that I am exactly who I say.

[ He knows the way to a manipulative mommy's heart... ]

F-Forgive my refusal at the start, Diarmuid. I just couldn't truly believe that you have returned to life. [ Remember that distance? It's been violated with her very presence as she lifts cold hands to the side of his face to hold him. ] Oh the things that burden me in this world are nothing now that you're here!

[like he didn't spoil those kids somethin' awful, plz.]

It's fine, please don't concern yourself with it. [Have a hug, because daaayum girl you must be freezing.] I can not even begin to tell you how happy I am to see you again.

[ Then he's bound to be pissed if he ever found out how hard she screwed them. Oops. ]

I must. Didn't I offend you by my refusal to believe? [ She's not going to shiver because she's been raised to be FIERCE, but her body is as frigid as the temperature around them. ] I'm ... happy too.

[ Oh boy was that a hesitant pause? Yes, yes it was. ]

[Goddammit, woman.]

Please, don't let it trouble you. [...hm? That was odd.] Gráinne? What is it?

[ Don't you use the lord's name in vain. Well, the lord of those silly English people. Our children needed to learn to fly from the bird's nest, k? ]

Then I won't. [ Oh, he caught on. ] It's just strange to see you alive after all of this time.

[ Because what are the chances of her other husband being here!!! ]

[a looooooot better than you might think, lady.]

...I'm sure it is. It is a bit of a shock to see you here as well, honestly.

[ Why must she suffer due to his terrible rank of luck?? ]

Is it a pleasant one at least, my love? [ Falling right back into that even if she finds it strange that the pull she had before isn't as strong. Must be because he was dead, right!!! ] This place is strange for a reunion however..

Of course it is--ah, forgive me. I'd been so taken by surprise that I hadn't realized... Come on, I'll lead us somewhere a little less cold.

[ Yes, lead her somewhere else. She's only used the 'pls fuck me' face twice in this entire conversation so far.... ]

Right, please lead the way.

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