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[gotyourwallet]

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

 It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

Comments

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Well, none that go by that name. If you tell me about them, I might be able to say for sure?

[Vie nods.]

I know the feeling. Though with all it's uncertainties, this Keep is the safest I've been in twenty years.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[It takes her a moment. It was a fact of life, that one did not have to describe very much. People just knew.]

White wings upon their backs, and usually they will be armored. They are not a very friendly group. I would say the body of them are built human-ish but there is more of a tendency to be neuter in appearance.

[Insert a wry grin at that.]

I agree. It is disorientating to be safe, for truth. It has thrown me off balance now many a time while speaking to other people. You expect one thing, and are responded to with something completely out of the realm of normal experience.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Ah. Torekine. The winged ones. I've never met any personally.

[And for that she is pleased. :|]

Nothing is ever as it seems, friend. That's something that's been further confirmed in my mind since arriving here.

How are you adjusting?

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[There's another new term...]

I wonder now if your Torekine and the angels of my own world are of the same kind. Would the Torekine make poor diplomats but better mercenaries and executioners?

[The fancy polite way of saying " are they assholes?"]

I do not know if I am adjusting well. There is a lot here I would like to get used to but without knowing how long we will be staying, I fear relaxing too much and allowing this odd dream to become a reality. Having to return, would be a let down at this point. And of yourself, my Lady? How do you fare?

[Even with the trial, the Keep was fast becoming the preferred place to be.]