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[ACTION]☘ it’s a world of our past where the legend still lasts
[ 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 byinsert 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. ]
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
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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.
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Do you swear that your words are the truth? That you're Diarmuid Ua Duibhne? Can you swear that much to me?
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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!
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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.
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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. ]
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Please, don't let it trouble you. [...hm? That was odd.] Gráinne? What is it?
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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!!! ]
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...I'm sure it is. It is a bit of a shock to see you here as well, honestly.
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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..
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Right, please lead the way.
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[He pulled her inside and shut the door behind them, a worried expression evident on his face.]
Please, tell me what it is that troubles you so.
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Yes, one tends to get used to that. Even if only out of necessity.
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You will? [ She's adapted to a softer tone of surprise. ] Then I thank you for your aid.
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It's hardly any trouble. I'm simply glad to be by your side once more.
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