A visitor? Maybe. (Active, Open)

[girlwhollpush]

Characters: Evey Hammond, Open to anyone
Content: Evey's chilling out in the Shadow Gallery 2.0 because her ankle just won't heal, and is actually getting worse. Any visitors would be appreciated.
Location: New Museum of Contemporary Art.
Time of day: Afternoon-ish
Warnings: Who knows at this point?

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[devourlord]

Gig still had no idea what was going on. The only thing he knew was that something had gone wrong when they had jumped into the portal that would take them to Drazil. For starters, it hadn't taken them to Drazil. Instead Gig had woken up in a ruined city alone and with a body of his own. And even though that last bit was a huge improvement, he had wanted a body of his own for ages, something just didn't feel right.

Maybe it was the whole 'ending up in a city that's being terrorized by a possible World Eater who spawns smaller monsters and having your powers sealed' that had given Gig that feeling but...No, something else was bothering the Master of Death. To figure it out the god had decided that stretching his legs would do him good.

The buildings in this world were really damn strange in his eyes. Only palaces tended to be that huge. It wasn't just the buildings either, everything was weird and confusing. Just sitting still and pondering it over wouldn't help, he had to move. Sitting still just wasn't his thing anyway. Not when

[girlwhollpush]

Thinking that she heard something, Evey looked around the room over the top of the book she was reading. Seeing nothing, but still worried, she grabbed one of the knives that she had sitting on the table she had placed next to her sitting place of choice. She set it in her lap, and pulled the book back up to reading level.

If whatever it was came in, and appeared to be a threat, she'd attempt to skewer it against whatever wall it was close to. And hopefully succeed.

[devourlord]

Upon walking into the next room Gig turned around, staring back into the room he'd been in previously and thus missing the other human in the room entirely. He was already considering going back outside, there didn't seem to be anything of interest around here. Just...weirdass stuff and creepy rooms. Nothing exciting.

"What the hell's up with this place anyway?" He mused aloud as he gave his arms a good stretch, his wings shifting along accordingly. Why would anyone create a place like this? It didn't make any sense to him. Then again not a lot had ever since he had woken up in this bizarre world.

[girlwhollpush]

Hearing a voice, Evey turned and looked over to see someone standing in the doorway, looking into the other room.

"Are you asking about the museum, or the city in general?" She asked, folding the book closed, and looking over at the new arrival. She was sizing him up as she did so, just in case.

[devourlord]

Gig had not expected anyone else to be around and the sound of someone speaking up completely startled him. He only registered it as a voice and usually if it was just a voice it was always...

"Damnit, Vitali! I told you-" Gig wheeled around and stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on a female human he didn't know. Yeah okay, that definitely wasn't the cleric. To think he'd gotten so used to being sneaked up upon by Vitali that he'd developed an automatic reaction...it almost made him want to laugh. Instead he got a nagging feeling in his gut. Was that...disappointment? Nah, no way! Gig composed himself as he crossed his arms and looked at her directly.

"Both."

[girlwhollpush]

Evey laughed a little bit at his reaction to her voice. Apparently, someone normally came up behind him, and he was used to reacting in a certain way. And, he seemed new, if he didn't know what was going on yet.

"Well, this place is the New Museum of Contemporary Art, and the other inhabitant, V, and I tend to collect random art to keep here. We're kinda eclectic like that." She smiled. "As for the city, it's called Manhattan, and be careful when you go outside. Big Mommy's scary enough, but her babies, the crabs, are worse."

[devourlord]

Gig was hardly amused at her reaction but he ignored it in favor of possibly gaining some new information. He relaxed his stance a little, uncrossing his arms and shoving one hand into his pocket as he listened. None of the names she was saying meant anything to him.

"You collect some pretty weirdass stuff," he commented off-handedly. Seriously, what was the point? You'd think in a city full of monsters people would have better things to do than collect random shit. "I know about the monsters already but Manhattan? What kind of crappy world is this?"

[girlwhollpush]

"You think that's weird? You should meet my flatmate, he's insane." She raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. To her, V being insane wasn't a big thing. It was something normal in a new world of weird.

"Manhattan, New York, United States of America, as they still exist here. Your typical capitalist country, only this part was stomped on by a peeved monster." She reached down to adjust the bandage on her ankle, only to see that it was bleeding again. Wasn't it supposed to stop sometime?

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific. I'm from across the pond anyway, so I don't know a lot about the place."

[devourlord]

"I think I'll pass, I know enough nutjobs." Gig suppressed a yawn as he glanced around the room. Such trivial matters were of no concern to him and he indeed knew quite a few crazy whackos already. He'd much rather avoid them if it could be helped. He only started paying attention again when the human girl started mentioning names. They didn't help much though and he only ended up frowning more.

"Feh, rather a pond than a totally different world." He rolled his eyes. "Is there anyone in charge around here? Kings? Queens? Dukes? Or how about any pissed-off Gods I should know about?"

threadcrash!

[crazylikefawkes]

There wasn't a whisper from the doorway, not a rustle, no telltale tap of black boot on the polished concrete floor---and despite all this, the doorway wasn't empty, not anymore. The New Museum's crazed curator was there, false face and flesh and blood and bone. He was there, listening, one small brown paper bag hanging in hand, and---

"I called them mad, and they called me mad, and, damn them, they've outvoted me."

And he seemed amused, as one would've expected.

[girlwhollpush]

Evey began to voice an answer to the guys question when she saw the familiar black clothed figure standing in the doorway.

"Speak of the devil and his image appears." She said, smiling. "But were they right or wrong?"

[devourlord]

For a second time that day Gig got the daylights scared out of him. His exclamation of surprise consisted out of a simple "DAMNIT!" as he spun around to face whatever moron he had to deal with now. Seriously, this was starting to make him irritable.

"So the freak show arrived." He snorted, obviously the only unamused one in their midst. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock?"

[crazylikefawkes]

"Of course, dear Eve, and out of an aching Eden. I suppose this," A few steps forward, and the paper bag (a small box the size of a fist within it) was tossed lightly to the young woman."is appropriate enough, even if it's made of marzipan..." V folded his arms behind his back and began pacing about Gig, with an attitude of appraisal, pausing only briefly to cock his head and comment, to Evey again. "Is there a 'right'? As they say, there are ever so many shades of grey, and arguments may always arise..."

He then glanced to Gig, still jovial. "Oh, she may have, though if she had, I'd hardly be accustomed to knocking at home."

[girlwhollpush]

Evey raised her hands and caught the bag. Opening it, she found a box with an apple made of marzipan inside. Smiling, she realized the play on words, then closed the box and set it back into her lap.

"And what is true black and white, no?" She asked, watching her mentor and friend examine the newcomer. "And if by knocking, you mean blowing stuff up. Yeah, he has that down pat. It's a great way to announce someone's presence." A smirk appeared on her face.

[devourlord]

Gig tensed automatically, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the masked guy. He definitely did not like being assessed like that and, in what might be considered as an attempt to be defiant, he matched the steps with his own. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

The answer he provided only served to irritate him more too. Because it was his home didn't mean he shouldn't knock when two people were talking to each other! Although Gig really wasn't one to talk but just because he didn't have good manners didn't mean everybody else could just fling them out of the window. He was just about to state this opinion out loud but what the human girl said caught his attention.

"Blowing stuff up?" He raised an eyebrow.

sorry for lag

[crazylikefawkes]

"'Truth is truth' I've heard, although I can't tell you for certain whether or not it's accurate. Cogito ergo sum, I suppose, is something to trust in. It's something to take one's own word in." V chuckled at having his steps matched, stifling another at Evey's comment and the question it prompted from their company. "Indeed, and most often with excessive force. For the sake of principles, I will add---it isn't all out of fun, although it has been most enjoyable."