§ 049.
[scatty is sitting in some little bistro close to times square. she's dressed in white, as per usual. something may seem a little off about her expression, though. it's almost as if her face is too angular. otherwise, she looks normal. she doesn't sound sad, when she speaks; merely as if she's stating fact. and is it just you, or does her hair seem a bit longer than usual?]
For over two and a half thousand years I have wandered this realm. No prison has been able to hold me. Not Lubyanka, not the dungeon of An Chaor-Thanach.
[she smiles a bit, but it isn't humorous.]
But this prison, one in the guise of the world I know, has been able to hold me for over two years, as measured by your human calendar.
Two thousand, five hundred and twenty years old. Happy birthday to me.
For over two and a half thousand years I have wandered this realm. No prison has been able to hold me. Not Lubyanka, not the dungeon of An Chaor-Thanach.
[she smiles a bit, but it isn't humorous.]
But this prison, one in the guise of the world I know, has been able to hold me for over two years, as measured by your human calendar.
Two thousand, five hundred and twenty years old. Happy birthday to me.