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[whosthemonsternow]

Anyone else died before coming here? Or died and woke up here?

Did you wake up feeling everything from you wounds when you got here?
Do you still get phantom pains?
Any memory issues? 
Nightmares?
Hallucinations? 

Comments

[scholiast]

Oh, nice. I've actually been planning to head out beyond the wall within the next week or so, but hopefully I won't need to be rescued.

(Always good to know there are people on standby just in case though.)

You should give it a shot. There's a lot going on here– so many people. There's gotta be somebody who has heard of regrowing an eye.

No kidding. Was this in... uh, a fight? Or a battle, or

[whosthemonsternow]

Lemme know when you go, I'd be glad to go with you. Probably better to head off any rescue missions with an escort.

It was a...I'll call it a fight. It's a long story.

[scholiast]

Neat. I don't need an escort, but I'm be more than happy to have company.

Yeah? Well, you can count me curious if you'd ever like to talk about it.

[whosthemonsternow]

Tell me when and where.

And, I doubt I'll get gabby with that one but. I'll keep it in mind.

[scholiast]

I haven't got any concrete plans yet but I'll keep you in the loop. Got to find time to get away from work.

[whosthemonsternow]

What's your work again?

[scholiast]

Gramarye; I work as a magical researcher. Do you have a job?

[whosthemonsternow]

Magic researcher. Totally normal.

Only the guard position right now, might try to add more since I've spent a lot of time doing nothing.

[scholiast]

It actually is where I'm from.

Oh duh, right. As boring as standing around sounds, it's surely a good thing that nobody requires your service?

[whosthemonsternow]

I mean, not knocking it, just weird. We don't have magic like that where I'm from. More technology than any of that.

I almost feel a little bad for wishing more people would need more rescuing. I'm spinning my wheels here

[scholiast]

We don't have any technology, so I guess it evens out. First person to get both wins.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Do you
Like, uh, would you wanna grab a coffee sometime, hang out?

[whosthemonsternow]

Hang out?

[There's a pause as she squints at the screen, mulling over the idea of it. It can't hurt anything, surely, but she also doesn't want to get too friendly with anyone, lest they get hurt, or killed, or betray her. She has her issues, but there's a nagging feeling insisting she at least try to branch out. Sitting alone with her thoughts is getting...rough.]

Name the time and place.

[scholiast]

(Oh, that was easy. Lucretia wasn't sure her offer was going to be well received.)

Yeah. I'm free a little later in the week if you are? We could find a cafe to visit.

[whosthemonsternow]

Works for me, just toss me a message, I should be good

[scholiast]

Well, until then, I suppose.

(– hang on a sec)

Wait, what's your name?

[whosthemonsternow]

South.

[She's considered not going by her Freelancer name, now that she's away from it. But her real name feels foreign, like a long dead relative, so. South it is.]

[scholiast]

(Interesting, but not the strangest name she's heard, so)

I'm Lucretia. Good to meet you.

[whosthemonsternow]

[She's tempted to teasingly ask to call her 'Lucy', but she just ignores it for now.]

Just lemme know when to meet you where

[scholiast]

(Phew, cuz she would not have been met with approval.)

Sure will; see you around.