［ＡＣＴＩＯＮ］☘ ｉｔ’ｓ ａ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｐａｓｔ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｌｅｇｅｎｄ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｌａｓｔｓ

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

[Back~ And pouring that drink~]

That's illegal in this day and age. But all the same I'm grateful to have a job. It's good for me to be reasonably polite about it. Besides, it's really not that bad.

Here you are, miss. [One glass of the strong stuff.]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ Good, it's rude to talk to someone when they're not there to judge their facial expressions. ]

Just because something is illegal doesn't mean people stop doing it. [ Picking up the glass and going right to town. Without a bitter look or anything even. ] Well, I'm grateful for your service.

[ Placing the now empty glass down. ]

I'll take another then.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Don't I know it. [One more glass for the lady gets filled up and passed back.] Thank you, thank you. So, new to the city? I remember faces pretty well.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

I won't ask of your personal matters then.

[ Tossing that one down her throat just as easily. After a while, she'll choose to answer his question. ]

Yes. I arrived the eve before.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Settling in okay? The nights can be pretty rough for the first few times you're here when you're not used to monsters jumping at you.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Not quite. [ Reluctant to admit, but she hasn't any reason to be dishonest. Her pride can take the hit. ] I was rescued today.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Happens all the time. You'll come into your own, don't worry.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Everyone is rescued by their dead husband? Unlikely.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Not that specifically, no. But by somebody.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

... So this place is full of heroes then?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Heroic Spirits or something, yeah. And the occasional normal person like me.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Heroic Spirits?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Legendary figures from history and myth come again - Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Gilgamesh, Alexander the Great, et cetera et cetera you know.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Well, I believe myself to be quite familiar with the former.. the latter examples not so much. So this is a place for those who were heroes in their time to come?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Something like that. So, Irish? Possibly having Diarmuid as said dead husband?

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

That's a strange conclusion to draw from our conversation.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

He's really not that famous. You'd have to be either a mythology buff or Irish to know him.

[Or possibly Scottish.]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Then what's your reasoning for knowing him?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Because he's here, so I get to bother him a lot.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

He frequents this tavern often?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Not really, but he's out and about the town.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Are you a friend of his then?

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

I like to think so, yeah.

[Ahahahaha no...]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

He must have mentioned me then. I'm his wife.

[kindofademon.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the city. I'm Ryuunosuke Uryuu, nice to meet you!