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[Well, it's been a while since this face has been on the network visibly. Someone's been keeping a very low profile since her last 'episode,' but after the trip south it feels a little pointless to keep up the charade. So, here the red-head sits.

She's behind the counter of Pinch of Sage on a stool, leaning forward and looking at the screen. The stock behind her looks mostly like the usual. Garlic, sage and a collection of herbs hang there. She's sipping something that, from the look on her face is just god-awful. Setting it to the side, she taps the counter. On it is a small egg carton with what look like lightly colored eggs with paper wrapped at the top and a few small bottles.]

Alright, so we're back from the trip down south to get intel. I'm going to let other people who know how to organize crap that needs to get organized handle the sharing of information. In the meantime, a few orders of business.

One, [Another tap at the counter.], We're still open over here at Pinch of Sage. You need herbal cures, there's my place and Euri's, and we offer medicines of pretty much any variety you can get in Asgard. Don't be shy coming in. My staff's a lot more friendly than I am.

I've got new alchemical stock in, and there's been a change of policy. We're in a war, and you need whatever weapons you can get. So, I'm going to come out and say it. I specialize in poison-making using the magic herbs. It's not as good as your powers, so don't bank on it, but some days you don't have enough juice, and you take what you can get. Ask, and I'll tell you what it does. It's available, and I'm not going for a big profit on it, but that doesn't make it cheap. We're not responsible for what stupid crap you do with it. You start screwing each other over with poisons, that's on your head. You use 'em on me, it's definitely your head.

These little eggs [She lifted one gently] are new. Draco, I've had some luck with the inhalants. They're old japanese style egg bombs. Toss 'em at someone and they'll burst a bit of powder that, when they breathe it in, it'll mess 'em up for a little bit. Not long, since it can't have much potency, but every second counts sometimes. Draco, you, Euri or Hermione can stop by and I'll give you the run-down on what I found.

[Setting the egg down and put her hands up under her chin. Her face had a distasteful quirk to it.]

Two, For those of you bothered by the last time you saw me, I've taken some steps to help them make sure it doesn't happen again... hopefully. I'm branded, magically. I don't know who's got the stone that tracks me, and I don't want to ever know. Don't ask around and don't tell me. If I get loose again, they can find me a lot faster and put me down before it goes haywire again.

We're going to stop this one way or another. I'd apologize, and in fact I will if you got hurt and I haven't already, but words are cheap. I'm sick of hurting people. Anyone helping keep me under control needs to get ahold of me, you know where to find me.

[She sighed and took another sip from her cup, wincing and coughing. God, she hated the stuff.]

Three, I'm not the only person out there that's ever had problems going crazy. Werewolves in some worlds have that problem. Vampires sometimes have bloodlust. Lots of folks out there struggle with another side of them, in their world and sometimes here too. I've been thinking about this a lot. Look, if you guys want help, I don't know, dealing with the feeling you're not always in control of your actions the way you want to be, stop by. We can talk. I might try setting up a ... I guess you'd call it a support group or something. All anonymous. No names, no sharing with others. Just, somewhere you can talk. Might help.

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It's not even problems, more like minor annoyances that I must overcome. If this place allowed for powers from home, I don't think I would be on edge. Ah...I'm just blowing hot air. Sorry for hearing me rant.

But, I suppose that means people worry about you if they tell you the same things, yes?

A lot more than I'm comfortable with, because all of them are at risk. But they haven't really given up on me, and it'd feel insulting to give up on them in turn. Don't worry about your problems. You'll get through minor annoyances one way or another. Just... think of this place as a challenge to find how to succeed with limited resources.

That means they're only willing to help you, despite all the danger that they may face in the future, after all. I suppose those really are what makes friends, in the end. But...I suppose I'll take your advice into stride. Not that much has annoyed me to the point of me breaking down...

Heh, I don't really have that much experience with friendship, but it makes sense.

Look, you've helped me a fair bit in the past. Let me know, other than tea, if there's something I can do to help.

Not that I don't have much experience either, after all. Looks like we're on the same boat in that regard.

...I'm sure when the time comes, I'll ask you...actually, wait. [He paused, closing his eyes in thought.] ...you're a woman, maybe you can help me with my dilemma.

... oh lord. You realize you're talking to the same girl who's dating a psychotic troll prince don't you? Sure, fine. I'll see what I can do to help.

Well, I don't really think that matters much, but. [Ok, deep breath, he has to get this out somehow.] ...what would be the best way to get a girl to listen to you, despite how...stubborn they may be.

... That depends a lot on what you're trying to tell them, and why they're being stubborn. It's not just girls that are like that.

Maybe if I tell you the name you'd understand better. Kirino Kousaka, do you know someone by that name?

...

[The answer came with Samantha walking around the counter and cuffing him up the back of the head if he didn't duck fast enough. She had an annoyed look.]

You could say that. I got off the horn with her a minute ago. You want to explain?

[Thankfully, Giorno's reflexes are fast enough that he does manage to duck in time, before an annoyed look of his own pops up.]

Explain what, exactly? ...don't tell me she told you about... [Jeez, and he thought they wouldn't tell anyone...]

[She shrugged and walked back behind the counter, giving him that 'you're both idiots' look that she pretty much offered the whole world.]

She mentioned you keep bringing it up, yeah. You got a thing for her?

[Blunt as a freight train.]

[Unfortunately for him, he just loves to deny anything regarding that.]

She's obviously blowing hot steam out of her mouth, and no. I don't think I would be remotely attracted to someone like her. It was those damn hearts.

[Of course he'd pin the blame all on that.]

[Oh yeah, 'you're both idiots' look is staying there.]

If you ever change your mind, just know that if you make her cry, I'll neuter you. Alright then. I know about the hearts. Dumb shit happens.

So, what's she being stubborn about?

...was that a verbal threat? [Pretty sure that's the only thing he caught on to that whole sentence.] ...I assure you, if harm comes my way...

Ahem, but she just...refuses my help in any way, even after I said I'd mend the friendship. It's something that annoys me.

Only if you hurt her. [ahem] If you're bringing up 'mending the friendship' when you're offering to help, she's going to see that as trying to bring up the hearts thing.

If you really want to work with 'just friends' you're going to want to not bring up anything that's got to do with that whole candy heart thing. At all. You're still friends. You're just annoyed at each other.

I think she thinks you still like her.

Ugh, I thought we agreed to leave that in the past. No matter what, it seems that...scenario always seems to come back up. [So he says with a deadpan face.] ...tch. Looks like fate isn't siding with me...

...and I told her many times I do not like her, either. She's a little...thick, isn't she. Ah, nothing I can much do. But...I suppose I'll try and avoid that subject.

You want to make sure she doesn't think of you that way? Call her thick to her face.

... I'd wear a cup.

Trust me, I'm sure she's already physically assaulted me enough, despite what I say.

...may I ask what she said about me, however?

You both seem to think the other's being stubborn, that the other won't let the candy-heart go, that the other's interested in you, and that the other's impossible to talk to.

That's about the size of it.

[...god dammit, he didn't think he'd end up hearing that from her, of all people. So, he'll let out a sigh in annoyance.]

...so, we're pretty much the same in our thinking, is what you're saying.

Which either means you're both being dumbasses in how you talk to each other, or you're being dumbasses because you actually like each other and won't admit it to yourselves. That's usually the way this works.

...

At least in the books I've read.

[Danger Will Robinson: Her comprehension of real romance is heavily colored by Harlequin romances and catching a few shows on TV. "Real Romance" isn't something that she's very good at.

Just look at her own love life.]

...I prefer to not believe it's the latter. Although "dumbass" wouldn't be the best way to describe myself in this setting. I'm the one trying to mend it, after all.

[He's just...further complicating things along the way. He's definitely not one to be a romantic.]

...so, what else would you say, then.

Like I said, if the two of you really just want to be friends, then you probably need a bit of a break, and when you talk just don't even think about the past. Talk about other things. If she actually brings it up, treat it like it was nothing and then move on.

The more attention, the more she thinks about it.

...I suppose you're right. I have to take things in stride at this point and not bring anything like that up.

I can't say the same for her, though.

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