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[innerdemon]

Who: Anybody
When: Day 123, late afternoon
Where: Shrine room
What: An intro post!

[Today in the shrine room, an androgynous person in their late teens sits up with a gasp and immediately begins, well, mumbling to themself. You can pick up things like 'gone' and 'really' and 'alive?' and 'candy wrappers'.

Though if you come close their red eyes will quickly and nervously flick to meet yours.]


((OOC: Notes for the spiritually sensitive/psychics))

Comments

[freelancetogoodhome]

Ah. My apologies. I'm Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, also known as Lancer.

[innerdemon]

Diarmuid...? Is that Irish?

I'm... Elliot.

[freelancetogoodhome]

[male then? okay]

Yes. That is what the area is called now. It's a pleasure to meet you Elliot.

[innerdemon]

[nope, just passing. Or trying to. All the blushing might seem a little sus to you.]

Yeah, I've been to Scotland -- I mean, I know it's, uh, not at all the same, but I read up on Europe a little? Sorry, I'm babbling...

[freelancetogoodhome]

You're fine. It's a beautiful country.

[innerdemon]

Uh, yeah. I meant to get to Ireland sometime but I ... guess... that's not happening.

[freelancetogoodhome]

No... but I wouldn't mind talking about it. It's good to speak of home sometimes.

[innerdemon]

Oh, I mean, go ahead. Maybe it'll calm me down-?

[Ha ha, Elli's got a cruuuuush.

I do not!

You do, and that's actually a little strange...

Huh?]

[freelancetogoodhome]

About Ireland?

[innerdemon]

Sure, if you want.

[You haven't crushed this quickly since Maname.

That was Maname, though.

Yeah, it was Maname.

I'm only human.

Ha ha.]

[freelancetogoodhome]

I don't mind.

[leads the way into the kitchen and starts a pot of tea]

The home I knew was probably quite different from the Ireland you would have visited.

[innerdemon]

[sitting to watch him, curious]

Yeah...?

[freelancetogoodhome]

Mm... you lived in the 21st century yes?

[innerdemon]

Yeah.

[freelancetogoodhome]

I lived about a millennium and a half before then.

[innerdemon]

[slow, almost unnatural head-tilt]

Oh. You're old.

[freelancetogoodhome]

I'm not that old. I lived and died a knight of the Fianna, but I was summoned in the 21st century to fight as a Heroic Spirit.

[innerdemon]

[He's still too old for you, Elli

I AM NOT INTERESTED THOUGH? ///]

A heroic spirit...?

[freelancetogoodhome]

A figure of legend, I suppose. Someone who has left their mark on the world so much that the story of their life and deeds echoes into the future.

[innerdemon]

What was your legend?

[freelancetogoodhome]

A long one. Hm... I suppose the most notable story dealt with the pursuit.

[innerdemon]

Pursuit?

[freelancetogoodhome]

A bit of a long story, but it is as it sounds, I suppose. I was being pursued.

Do you take sugar or cream in your tea?

[innerdemon]

Oh -- neither, thanks.