[center][color=FF6347][h1]Charlotte Wardwell[/h1][/color] [color=FF6347]Time[/color]: Afternoon [color=FF6347]Location[/color]: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University) [color=FF6347]Interaction[/color]: Dante [@FunnyGuy][/center] [hr] A thumbs-up in this situation was good, right? Probably. Really the adorable dog was licking the salt off of her face, and this guy had at least let her go from the binding of her own comfortable blanket. It had been a sensation kind of like a swaddled baby, in hindsight, and were it not for speaking in the mindscape she might have gone to sleep for the rest of today! Maybe. Not as if she hadn't been planning to get some real good rest, but at the same time she had just been made a prisoner to be brought to trial for the crime of [i]self-defense[/i]. Blargh. Even so, the tongue of a cute doggy was enough to wake her up with a smile for a brief moment before the reality hit back again. Not as good as being able to get a cup of coco for the road, but still it was a nicer waking up than her mother had occasionally afforded by telekinetically yanking her sheets off of her bed to make her get up. [color=orange][i]'That idiot has no idea! The most dominant [i]soul[/i]? Really? We are all one soul! And even if he meant 'her', somehow, do any of you think anyone can stir 'her' up to talk without it taking every damned voice in this mindscape piping in? That's what it took when the girl almost died anyways, and all we got was a pretty short sentence!'[/i][/color] [color=yellow][i]'[b]That fookin' little cowardleh shitehead[/b]-...ahem. Our guest hath left, though the girl is freed from her physical bondage for a time at least. Tis' a shame mine blade could never be driven into that look of arrogance, and yet to preserve her life and for her sake shall I restrain my blade for merely a brief time longer.'[/i][/color] [color=lightblue][i]'Ah...zee man zeems to have more sense zan some at leazt. Flee vile he still can, oui? Still, zee dominant soul? He vas, as zee kids say zese days, trolling uz. Bezides, if zees was defined as zee most dominant of zee past lives here, I woould-'[/i][/color] [color=brown][i]'No, no no no no no. Please do not start things over again. The poor girl has enough to deal with, let us not start that matter again. [b]Please[/b].'[/i][/color] [color=yellow][i]'Indeed! Let us save our fury for that damnable whore of Babylon-'[/i][/color] [color=orange][i]'And here we go again...'[/i][/color] ...At least they were preoccupied for a brief moment. As Charlotte would shed the blanket and stand back up, albeit a tiny bit wobbly at first after the rush of events and the sudden wake-up, Dante would see she was dressed for probably some measure of comfort. She was donning a very comfortable (Note: See her profile pic) black-and-white-striped sweater that came down farther than usual, and admittedly a pair of black short shorts over the silken black leggings she had on. All in all covered and modest enough to walk at least, which was perhaps a stroke of great luck considering the girl's 'other' more common sleep habits hadn't kicked in for a simple nap on the couch. That would have just been awkward! However, Charlotte seemed to do little but dust a bit more salt off of herself and look back on the floor. Salt. So much salt. Not as salty as her past lives could be sometimes, especially as certain one, but it was going to be a [b]pain[/b] to get out of the carpet. Well, unless she was executed for this or something. Hell, that'd be almost the worst thing to happen to her today! Almost. Being in an alley covered in werewolf gore splatter fit for an NC-17 movie was the absolute worst thing, and she doubted anything would be able to outpace that to even remotely take the "#1 Worst Event Of Today" spot. Unless they splattered her maybe to repay the death? [b]Oh hell no[/b]. That was [b]not[/b] going to happen! She didn't even have the student loan debt yet! She had a life to live, so full and promising! Even so, the girl let out a deep sigh as she looked back up at Dante. [color=FF6347]"...Is it still too late to make that cup of coco to-go?"[/color] One thing at a time. She just had to take this day one thing at a time. [hr] [center][color=FF1493][h1]Valya Karaznov[/h1][/color] [color=FF1493]Time[/color]: 5pm [color=FF1493]Location[/color]: Alexei’s [color=FF1493]Interaction/Mentions[/color]: Vivian [@Pink Khione], Finn [@Milkman] Ylva [@13org][/center] [hr] A smirked teased its way onto the woman's lips as she listened to and looked over at Ylva. A drink and a fistfight, eh? She mulled over the oncoming stream of memories and a slew of traveling adventures that had long passed, and yet all the same it gave a sense of familiarity. A faint sense, but one that the Valya took a liking to outright. Nordic-stock individuals generally knew how to have a good time, that she'd been able to figure out time and time again to her own pleasure. Fight, drink, 'other' things, all in good quantity and balance to enjoy life and pass on another day of living and breathing merrily. Especially when it came to special events. But that was just one infinitesimal page of untold volumes of humans and their ways. She could write entire volumes of books from the time of her youth and still not be done with the first thousand years after another two thousand! Haha! Even so, at the mention of 'Asulf' her left eyebrow ever so slightly raised up before settling back down. [color=FF1493]"A pleasure, Ylva, though I must say this isn't the first time my choice of words has stirred a reaction. Haha. I am Valya Karaznov. As for where I'm from, I believe people call it 'Russia' these days. Back in my day it was something far different in many ways, but in other even now is ever still the same. Funny how 'home' changes but also doesn't... Ah, still, the surname 'Asulf' is one I haven't heard in a long time. Of course I won't prod anything you aren't willing to chat about, your business is your own after all, though I would at the very least dare to at least ask what other kinds of drinks you prefer. After all, a good drink can make for good conversation indeed."[/color] The darker-haired woman let out an amused but low chuckle from her lips, letting one elbow rest on the table and leaning her head against her hand afterwards. Her eyes seemed to dance over Ylva, as if passively and unassumingly analyzing her for a moment, before casually turning her gaze toward Finn and a certain bartender's situation as a teasing glint shone off of her eyes. [color=FF1493]"As for you, young man, if you insist on showing people the door here in the future you might want to ensure the door can handle it first."[/color]