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@Lasrever I'm thinking about a second character (possibly Annest's brother). I'll keep you posted.
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Fiala: know your onions

For lack of a better facial expression, Fiala pouted as they returned from Death's vision. Sure, humans suffered at her hands, but not nearly as much as they suffered at the hands of her siblings - nor, for that matter, more than they suffered at the hands of other humans. Still, she understood why Death did it... even if she knew she wasn't really to blame. It didn't matter to her anyway, at least not as much as it mattered to some of her brothers and sisters - she didn't care much to return to the Heavens, and she fought once for her 'toys', as Desious called them. If things came to it, she would fight for them again. Her power matched that of the other gods (albeit in less obvious ways, but that hardly mattered). Even if not every human survived, she would at least ensure the survival of some.

She sat up properly, turning her attention to the only demigod present. Wow, that must have been rough. She watched as Keyla got up and crossed to the bar... yeah, rough is one word for it. Fiala stood and followed her, mostly hoping to make a gesture of friendship, partially because her siblings had yet to hand her a drink. Leaning on the bar as the child found a bottle of whiskey and swigged from it, she smiled wryly. "Whiskey sour, doll?" she said softly in her Transatlantic accent, refusing even now to abandon the character. "That's easy, I could make it for ya. Here." Gently, she took the bottle from Keyla, and moved behind the bar. Silently, she mixed two particularly strong drinks, and offered one to the demigod. "Good for what ails ya." In a rare moment of discretion, she stopped herself from adding even if what ails ya is the company.

Even with her earnest attempt to give full attention to the meeting, Fiala still found herself bored. Desious told his tale, but other than explaining his position and where her power went, he didn't say anything she didn't already know. Her ear was still turned to the rest of the room, but she knew where things would go from here: petty squabbling, tit-for-tat between her siblings... although Death's concluding question piqued her fading interest. She knew nothing of the Void, other than the word brought up during her passing attention in meetings long since passed.

@Lord Zee@GrizzTheMauler@Forsythe@Dealdric@Eyeris

Luclie: I can hear the bell

Luke couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's comment about where they were. Not the words he would've chosen, but this place was pretty scarce. She was right - he was much more likely to find a good mechanic (and particularly one that was familiar with bikes) in San Francisco than he was in... wherever they were... not that it mattered much anyway.

She leaned forward and called bullshit. Luke crossed his arms, but otherwise did his best to restrain his anger. From the corner of his eye, he saw a young woman walk into the diner and find a booth not far from them. He didn't immediately pay attention to her, instead focused on his companion as she said her peace. He didn't think her an idiot - but he wasn't sure how else to approach the peculiar situation he was in.

The waitress stopped by, and, after nodding his thanks, he poured a generous mug of coffee and immediately gulped the whole thing. Without returning the mug to the table, he filled it again and sipped it more slowly. What was he really after? What could he say that wouldn't make him sound insane?

Then she mentioned the bell. He froze for a moment before putting down his mug. So he wasn't the only one who heard it. That didn't give him any clue to the bell's origin, but at least it gave him reason to not doubt his own sanity. Perhaps he could talk to her about it.

His gaze instinctively returned to the only other patron in the diner, his eyes narrowed without turning his head. He took a deep breath, thinking hard about what he wanted to say before answering.

"I thought I was the only one." His hushed tone matched hers, making sure the newcomer couldn't hear. To be sure, he leaned forward slightly as well. "You know, then. You need to find it too." He paused, sipping his coffee. He thought about asking immediately to go with her - they were clearly headed to the same place. But he thought about it, and it would probably be worth it to probe her a little further. "What do you know about it?"

This couldn't have worked out better. What chance - running into another who heard the bell, who not only saved him from the side of the road, not only agreed to lunch, but also, for whatever reason, volunteered the information first. His mug, still lifted to his mouth, hid a smile as he waited (patiently, for the first time since the accident) for her answer.

@Pirouette@Forsythe

Oops! My mistake. I'll fix it then move her over (:


Yeah I was wondering about that... I thought it was just me, but at least it's comforting to know that there's nothing wrong with my machine.

I'm waiting for a couple other people to post before I do.
Also waiting on @Pirouette (no rush of course)
I'll probably get a CS on Monday as well. Tomorrow is my anniversary so probably won't have much time to work on it
Interested! I'll work on a character a little later
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