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[notimmaculate]

*is a nine-year-old little girl now, all straight, platinum-ish hair and neat, pretty dress. The picture of innocence, except for the knife she's playing with*

*looks up* So, who else is my kid? I've got six kids when I'm older, and I've only met three of them, and a little boy who's going to be my husband.

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[also_ah]

. . . . . . *ellipsinating, hi!*

[notimmaculate]

*stares at her* Who're you?

[also_ah]

Aornis. Hades.

. . . I haven't seen a little girl carrying a knife like that since looking in the mirror on my eighth birthday. So I have to ask. Is your name Mary?

[notimmaculate]

I'm Mary Niska. Oh! That boy's name was Hades, too. You must be my daughter.

[hadeslament]

*has the odd feeling someone's talking about him and...er...*

...if you are who I think you are, I think I'm about to be greatly disturbed.

[notimmaculate]

...My name's Mary Niska, but I guess I'll be Mary Hades after I get married. Are you another one of my kids? *childishly scrutinizing look*

[hadeslament]

*manages to hide the WTF? look* I suppose I am, at that. I'm Cocytus.

[the_white_sheep]

*...oh, lovely*

Six kids, huh? That's quite a brood.

[notimmaculate]

It's a lot to have with a boy I don't even like. *mild pout before remembering her purpose* I've met five so far, and they're okay except for the stupid one who says he's my favourite. Who're you?

[the_white_sheep]

I don't think he likes you very much either, so you've got one thing in common, at least. *...and let's play the Let's Try To Avoid The Truth As Long As Possible game, even though this isn't smart with your mum, despite the fact that she's nine* I'm no one of consequence. He is rather stupid, isn't he?

[notimmaculate]

*will now ignore everything else* I asked a question, and I want a real answer. What's your name?