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[applelimber]

It's too quiet around here. What, has 'fun' became a dirty word or something?

[Helen's pretty sure she can come up with some worse ones.I guess it's to be expected when it's the big mouths and the nice guys who disappear. Oh, that reminds me...Rin! Glad you came back out of the woodwork, kid

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[anodite_spark]

It'd be a first if it was. If you think it's too quiet though, why not hold a party or something? You could host it at your bar. Or, well, I'm not sure what you consider fun, actually.

Is Rooster the name of your cat? [ Because cats = yarn, right? ]

[applelimber]

Heh, I guess I just have a lower tolerance for peace and quiet. You've got the right idea though. This neighborhood goes to bed too early anyway.

Yeah. He's the resident mouser. [Or according to Deneve, resident pest in his own right.] He's got a big mouth....probably why we get along so well. Not to mention where he got his name.

[anodite_spark]

Peace and quiet isn't so bad. I'm not sure if I could ever quite get used to it again though.

You know, my grandmother would probably love you - she's very ...free spirited. [ A quick laugh. ] What kind of a cat is he?

[applelimber]

The good news is you probably won't have to get used to it for long around here.

Sounds like your grandma was pretty okay herself. Eh, he's just an old yellow tabby. Not much to look at it, but you know, that isn't what counts anyway.

[anodite_spark]

Yeah, I heard that it was a little crazy when I first got here. Something about naked catgirls - and before that there were trolls. I thought about joining the Patrol, but I think I'd work better outside of authority. Not to say I wouldn't help out.

She is. She can be a little bit overbearing sometimes, but she means well.

No, it's the personality that counts. And he must have a lot of it.

[applelimber]

Ugh, yeah. I've been through that here and at home. Both times sucked.

Hey, if you don't wanna do anything officially, maybe you can tag along on a couple of my patrols. You sound alright to me.

[anodite_spark]

Your home sounds like it can get pretty wild, if you've dealt with that kind of thing before.

[ And a smile. ] Sure, that sounds like a good idea to me. I'm Gwen.

[applelimber]

Yeah. I'm not sure which is worse though. Here, there's no place to hide for seven years. Unless you count that crappy mist and...no thanks.

Helen! You can hold your own in a fight, right?

[anodite_spark]

...? Why did you have to hide for seven years...? [ But yeah, hiding in the mist would be a bad idea. ]

It's nice to meet you, Helen. Yes, I can, you don't have to worry about that. I did my fair share of fighting back home too.

[applelimber]

Let's just say that I'll take pretending to be dead over actually being dead any day.

Oh yeah? Were you a warrior?

[anodite_spark]

Put that way, I think I can see where you're coming from.

Sort of. My friends and I have kept the peace in our town against outside threats, though we haven't had to for almost six years beforehand.

[applelimber]

Guess this is a good chance to stretch your legs. [And in Helen's case, arms too.]

[anodite_spark]

You can say that again. I need to keep up my training anyway - there's no telling when we might be able to find a way home, and I don't want to get rusty.

What kind of fighting style do you have?

[applelimber]

Hm, I'm not sure. Is 'hacking things up and grinning while I do it' a style?

[anodite_spark]

[ She pauses, and laughs. ]

I suppose you could consider it that.