*distressingly pretty young man enters, dressed in Greek attire and carrying hunting equipment. He walks in, mostly sure of himself, but watchful, clearly projecting more confidence then he actually feels
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*wryly* You are, but it's a place where both living and dead dwell together. *and this is a short bow, with a grin* I am Achilles, Prince of the Myrmidons.
*formal and deferential* My name is Hippolytus, sir. *raises eyebrow* I presume this does mean I am not dead myself? I have seen no place quite like this.
*pleased to see someone rather like himself here* Thank you. I suppose I will never get a straight answer to whether or not I am still alive *presses wall with fingers*. At least I am not a shade *smiles at Adonis*. I am called Hippolytus.
*smiles back, shy but friendly* If you don't remember dying, you can consider yourself alive. People die quite frequently, but they always come back. I think I remember you. *studies him, curious* You're the one who hates women.
I don't think you're dead, because you're breathing -- and really, I'm sure we'd all know if we died. There's also the fact that you can die again in this place-- but you never know! *smiles*
I would hope to know if I died, but having limited experience in the field, I could not possibly comment. *regards her, almost smiling, since she is at least giving him full answers* I choose to believe at least, that we both are living.
*relieved to see someone from her time that is not someone who she killed or someone who she hates* You are in a world where the dead and the living mingle freely, or so it seems to me.
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