［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

[croibhristeoir]

[princess zelda is a manipulative bitch]

It's hardly any trouble. I'm simply glad to be by your side once more.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ It's like he's already forgotten his feelings for my other character (pokerface) ]

That comes as a relief, my love. [ A pause. ] Did you claim that this was the future..?

[ This is just now starting to hit her. Listen, there were more important things to do like feign weakness so she can sink her fangs into his neck. Now that he's whipped as always, she can revisit previous topics. ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Give the guy a break, he loves his wife. Even if she's a little off her rocker.]

Essentially, yes. There's really no other way to describe it.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ She's not that bad once she gets her way... ]

So this means all of our allies--[ They had allies? NO I'M KIDDING... ]--and children are...

[croibhristeoir]

...yes. Our children, the Fianna, everyone. In this city, the only individuals from home are the two of us, Fionn, and Cu Chulainn.

[The blue douchebag, not the actually useful Persona.]

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ Whoa. Back the fuck up. ]

Fionn?! [ Suddenly she's not quite so comfortable. ] He is here as well?

[croibhristeoir]

Yes--please don't panic, it is hardly as if he's out for my blood this time. It's alright.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ Panicking for unrelated reasons such as having two husbands in this place. BOY SHE WOULD HAVE TO BE STUPID TO SAY THAT THOUGH. ]

Diarmuid, you mustn't tell him I'm here.

[croibhristeoir]

What? Why not--

[Now, Diarmuid was a sucker for a distressed woman. But stupid? Oooooh no he was not.]

...Grainne, what happened after I died?

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Because I ask it of you. Do you make it a habit now to question your wife?

[ See how quick she turned that back around on him? ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Yep. :| But accepting his Shadow has made Diarmuid marginally less of a doormat.]

[Marginally.]

I make it a habit to question what I find unusual. And you immediately turning to the defensive strikes me as incredibly unusual.

So I ask again: what happened after I died?

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ It won't take her long then to bring him back down. ]

If it was business concerning you, then I'd tell you. Are we not in the future? Then surely some person here can tell you what you seek to know. I will not be that person!

[ In short: he gonna be so mad. ]

Unusual... [ An indignant flare of the nostrils. ] I'm frightened, confused, and you concern yourself with things that matter not here. If there is anyone acting unusual here, it's yourself, not I.

[croibhristeoir]

I don't understand what would be so catastrophic you find the need to hide it from me of all people!

[he doesn't remember you being this infuriating, bb. kayneth and sola must have really shot his patience in the foot.]

I am right here, am I not? What is there to fear as long as that is the case? As for being confused, at the moment I find myself feeling remarkably similar with no explanation for what on earth you are talking about.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

And what if it's you I fear? What say you to that, Diarmuid?

[croibhristeoir]

What? What reason would you ever have to fear me?

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ Rule number one of their time: You don't fuck with the Fianna.

Except she had the balls to do that once before so... ]

What do you think happened when you passed?

[croibhristeoir]

I don't know, Grainne. If I had any idea I would not be wasting my breath seeking a straight answer from you.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

What had Fionn sought from the start?

[ She's rather annoyed he has a sudden case of the stupids. ]

[croibhristeoir]

To marry y-

[His face when.]

...you didn't.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Do you think I had any say in the matter?

[croibhristeoir]

Grainne, I--you...th-this is...

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ This is just one maiden lowering her head in shame. ]

You had long since left, Diarmuid.

[croibhristeoir]

[You're getting a hug now.]

...I'm sorry. I truly am so sorry.

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

Please.. please don't.

[ Lifting a trembling hand to his chest, she tries to put in some resistance.. but falls short. She's only shaking because of how cold it is, nothing more, right? ]

I have shamed you and should take my leave now.

[croibhristeoir]

Grainne, don't. Please--I've not seen you in so long, must you leave now?