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002 - [Video]/Action in Loki District if you wish

[A video feed comes online. It looks like one of the dingiest, grayest and most forgotten parts of the Loki district. The only color is fading back into existence on the frame of Samantha Grey as she fiddles with her bracelet and gives it a thoughtful growl. She doesn't seem to completely notice that she's not wearing a cap right now, her horns visible.

Looking over to her right, the screen shifts just enough to give a view of a house guard in Hel colors. She nods to him before he departs and sighs.]

Thank you.

[There's a grunt and her hand reaches up to pull the cap she doesn't find there down. This makes her look even more annoyed, but ultimately it just gets another shrug. She sits heavily against the wall and looks around.]

So, I suppose this whole gray thing isn't complete bullshit, is it? Not exactly the brightest way to find out about that, I suppose. There really doesn't seem to be a way out of here, either, but I suppose most of you already knew that. Those bastards have us right where they want us, don't they? [She looks very briefly defeated, though her jaw firms quickly enough. She's not one to give up even in hopeless situations. This just requires a new tactic.]

(OOC: And with that, back from hiatus am I.)

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I live an existence of perpetual stress. My body's basically used to it, and I just got over whatever the hell this Gray sickness is. Heh, you know, that's actually sort of funny. Samantha Grey went and turned Gray for a couple of days.

Almost kind of has a sick humor to it, doesn't it? Maybe Gray's more my natural color than red? It would certainly fit the house of the dead they've got me shacked up in. Hah!

[She laughs and smiles as she says this. The smile's fairly natural, but there's just something a little off-putting about the way she laughs at that. It's almost like there's a private joke occurring here, only there isn't.]

Don't joke about those kind of things. I'm serious. Might as well try to be as safe as you can.

Trust me. Safety's my middle name. Samantha Safety Grey at your service. But you said not to stress myself out about this stuff too much. Trust me, when you've seen the gallows often enough, it's easier to laugh at the sight of the reaper than it is to cry. Helps when the struggling isn't working.

[She hums the first bars of a song and just chuckles.]

Ok, so I suppose I wasn't playing it safe the last few days. Cut me a little slack. A disease that steals the color and life from you? Would you have believed that in your world? That's far fetched even for me, and look at me.

Look, I've done more than see the gallows, if you get what I mean. In the end, why not just ignore the reaper or whatever? And yeah, I probably would have believed something like that. I don't know what about you is so weird that it should matter?

If you have to meet the man several times, you might as well get on a first name basis with him. Besides, they shoved me in the local version's house, so yeah.

[In answer to the other question, she reaches up with a finger and flicks it against one of those hard, dark-brown horns on her head.]

Maybe you come from a place where this is normal, but I'm used to hiding these where I come from. Horns don't fall in the "Not Weird" category easily.

Um...if you say so... [Not sure what to say because he's been called that man before. Not that he is him but still HAWKWARD.]

Horns aren't normal, for sure, but I don't think they're exactly weird. You could probably use even the lamest of excuses to get away with it in public. Like 'It's cosplay' or something.

[She visibly shudders, wrapping her arms around her chest to give herself a hug, though she seems less discomforted than mildly disturbed.]

Ugh. I tried that once, once. That was a bad idea. There's way too many creepy people at those things. It's easier to just shove them under a cap. And those excuses only really work if they're not looking too close. They're definitely real, and that close, well, it's obvious for other reasons that it's not makeup.

[Faint whiffs of sulfur were telling.]

Well, I don't think it's all that weird. How about that?

That's actually a little concerning, honestly. Should I just chalk this up to you being surrounded by strange things a lot, or do the horns not have any significance to you?

The horns mean you're a demon or something?

Half!

[That comes out far more forcefully than it needs to, and she gets to her feet, tail coming into view behind her and lashing out animatedly. Her eyes are blazing for a second before she reaches up to grip the bridge of her nose.]

Yeah, something like that. People don't just up and call demons not weird, though this place is mucking all the normal stuff up. You don't want to deal much with demons. They're not trustworthy.

I don't know about that. I know a half-demon myself. She's pretty close to me.

Half's not the same, but I wouldn't trust a demon just because they say they're only half. If you trust her, good for you. Demon blood's...

[She paused and grunted, looking away and growling. She didn't need to go sharing everything.]

Just know a demon's a demon, even if half means they can try to be more human than infernal hell-spawn.

She's my sister. I'm definitely not going to doubt her. Though she doesn't have horns or anything of the sort.

Good enough reason all around [Assuming she believed him.] I don't have one, but I always trusted the human side of my family. There's something to blood. And, yeah. We tend to look different, other worlds aside.

Ah, well, it doesn't matter to me. You are who you are. I don't think what kind of blood is flowing through you or how you look makes a difference.

You'd be surprised. But that's not important right now. That's for you to figure out for yourself on your own time. So, did I manage to sate your curiosity under the circumstances?

If my curiosity wasn't sated, I get the feeling I'd have to deal with it either way.

See, there's a bright boy. Somebody who sees what's right in front of his eyes. Not everyone around here's likely to want to share their life's story on the drop of a hat, I'll bet. Few of them are real chatty sometimes, though.

People here have a lot in common here so it happens frequently. It's hard to not talk knowing that some out there will sympathize with you.

I'm weird, I guess. To me, the 'enemy of my enemy' is only just that, the enemy of my enemy. Friendship takes a lot more than just a common experience.

I doubt it's even that. 'Enemy of my enemy' is pretty depressing sounding anyway.

Just a heads up. There's a reason they put me in Hel's little house of horrors. I'm not known for being little miss Sunshine most days. It's kind of a quirk. [She did, however, at least snicker when she said that.]

If it involves violence of any form, please count me out. I get enough of that in my life already.

[She paused. Turning to the side, she coughed once, uncomfortably.]

I'm only violent to people who are violent to me, as a rule. But, if we're ever together and I tell you to run, just run. Don't ask stupid questions. Do it.

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