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May 30, 2016 10:47:04 GMT
Post by VALKYRIE on May 30, 2016 10:47:04 GMT
 Thalia has always thought Museum Row was beautiful. A testament to the human condition, progress, and success. So when the Initiative kindly asks her to please take out their newest superhero and re-acquaint her with a world she doesn't know, Thalia doesn't even take her out of Kingswood. There's still plenty to see besides this, of course, and there'll be time for that later, but Thalia figures this is as good a place as any to start.
She looks at the woman next to her, trying to look like a beaming 21st century welcome billboard: Welcome to 2016! Welcome to being a hero! Everything is going to be a-ok!
"Is there anything you're particularly interested in finding out?" she asks. "Did you have...hobbies?"
She's not quite sure what hobbies a wood nymph would have--dancing under the moon, petting deer?--but she should ask. It's the right thing to do.
daphne
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i'm praying that i won't forget you but my memory's flickering.
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May 30, 2016 13:35:43 GMT
Post by daphne on May 30, 2016 13:35:43 GMT
 She was not human.
They fought a good fight, however adjusting, even after two years was proving to be a mess Daphne constantly had to clean up. The pastel-haired girl next to her was trying — that much was obvious. Daphne did not want to give her a hard time and bombard her with the mountainous amount of inquiries she had saved just for this moment, and yet she could not help her excited chatter to flow forth like the many brooks that had once quenched her thirst.
Daphne turns her head but not her body, one hand resting on the flat of her abdomen while the other hung loosely at her side, “I am more interested about thee.” She says softly, knitting both eyebrows together in concentration to get each word out. “What is thy power? What doth thee like to doth in thy spare time?” Maybe she could mimic such behaviors and thus integrate herself more smoothly. Hobbies? Daphne grimaces.
“I am a bore, I apologize. For I has't no hobbies... I just didst as I wast toldeth. Simple.” The commands of her Huntress, her patron Goddess. Nothing else seemed to matter back then. Daphne purposely kept herself a blank slate. Just so The Initiative could fill her up with their ideals.
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 3, 2016 6:35:42 GMT
"Welllllll," Thalia drawled, sounding a little embarrassed and hesitant to continue. Her hands knotted together, twisting nervously. "I like to go out. To clubs, you know. Well, you probably don't know. They're like...gatherings where people get together and drink and dance."
She wondered exactly how lame she sounded explaining something like this to the devoted follower of a famously virgin goddess.
"We could try going to one of those," Thalia said doubtfully. "You might like it?"
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Post by daphne on Jun 5, 2016 0:44:23 GMT
Daphne knows she has not been to any sort of ‘club’ the woman had mentioned. However the mentioning of dancing put a twinkle in her eye, familiar with that if anything. She never allowed her lips to press to any chalice holding rich wine. It was such as being chaste of body; she did not know the foreign feel of another's body pressed against her own just as she did not know how it felt to be drunk. But of course she had seen it -- satyrs were flamboyant creatures and the male counterpart of the nymph, they drank as they pleased. A slight expression of disgust was shown on her face as she turned to face Valkyrie.
But in order to integrate, she must conform.
"Aye! I doth love to dance. Drinking... um, not so much." At that she shakes her head vehemently to dismiss such a uncouth thought from her head. "Would thee taketh me to one of these clubs, sister?" Her voice was heightened with excitement.
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 5, 2016 21:53:29 GMT
She tries not to flinch in the face of Daphne's disgust. She thinks she even succeeds, but the self-loathing pours in like water through a broken damn in her head. What was she thinking? How stupid is she? Pretty fucking stupid, apparently.
And then the nymph keeps talking, and Thalia has to mentally backtrack her way through the continuing conversation, stop up the waters, and find her place. She checks her watch. It's early evening. There should be a few clubs opening up for the night, if they're lucky. If they're not lucky it'll only be bars with dance floors, and she's not sure how Daphne will feel about that, after making her stance on drinking clear.
But she'd promised to show Daphne around and if this was what she wanted, who was Thalia to argue? Just an uncouth drunkard, apparently.
"Yeah," she says. "I can do that. Follow me."
The first place she can think of within walking distance is closed. The second is only a block over, and they're just opening up for the night. There's a few people inside milling around with cups in their hands, and a disco ball strobing lazily. The bouncer at the door doesn't look very impressed with them until he sees Thalia's ID and looks back at her hair, and his eyes widen a little, but he lets her in.
Thalia turns to wait for Daphne.
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