Lionheart at 17:39, 19 January 2013

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 :'''[[Zia]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>While the young knight goes on and on about his various falts, the gargress just leans herself slightly against one of the lights, looking at him with a smirk written on her features. "Alright, alright. Ye've covinced me tha yer a terrible leader. Should never trust ye te make a decision, all tha." She's teasing him, responding to his words with a smile on her features. "It's nae as if one compliment will have ye at the top of yer order or somethin, lad." <br /><br />Clunking her hand down on the dummy's head, the white gargoyle chuckles. "Ah've still got te figure out m'own dreams. Right now, it's all aboot figurin how te be useful when the Heartless come knockin, 'n trackin down the shards tha might give us a chance at havin our home back." She had gone along one one mission already, when they'd managed to aquire the 'shard of Earth' from the Dwarves, but there are still others out there. "Ah'll certainly keep m'ears open fer yer princess too."<br /><br />Nope, she's still not believing that she is one, not quite yet.
 :'''[[Zia]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Ah have meant te go te speak te this Merlin m'self. The name reminded me'a those old stories. Like Arthur 'n his knights." Her reasons for wanting to see the old wizard are different, though. It isn't her place to speak about the darkness that holds onto her werewolf companion, but this serves as a reminder that she should make sure to investigate ways of freeing him from their control. "Seems strange te me how stories sometimes cross worlds, ye know? One of m'friends 'n his sister are named after these Norse stories. Guess some things stay the same wherever ye go." She shrugs then.<br /><br />Looking at the building, Zia chews slightly on her lower lip, trying to think of a way to explain what she knows about the Shard Seekers. "Honestly, Ah dinnae know a great deal m'self. Shards seem te be fragments of worlds. Most'a the people here jus wante help people find a way back home." She seems amused at the idea of their renown heroics. "Well, they're a strange lot. Usually more silly than brave, but they've got tha in them too. Good folk. Though, truth be told..." The gargress laughs then, "Ah didnae exactly join them of m'own free will. M'friend Skoll decided it was time Ah joined up since Ah'd been takin advantage of their kindness fer a while. Nae tha Ah mind all tha much."
 :'''[[Zia]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Raising one brow, Zia cocks her head slightly, "Wha sorta myth did ye run into lad?" She asks, curiousity in her voice. Then she has her own set of questions turned towards her, and the gargress shrugs slightly, "From wha Ah know, they can pre'ty much look like anythin. There was one tha looked like a recipie, 'n the one we found the other day looked like a crystal wi' all sortsa strange colors." It's hard to understand just how all of this works, and the look of confusion on her features speaks wonders for how little she's come to know over the past months.<br /><br />"Pssh." The gargress narrows her eyes at him, then sticks her tongue out in a playful response to his joke. "Hey now, lad. Ah pull m'own weight thank ye very much. Even b'fore Ah was part'a the Seekers, Skoll had me off on fool adventures te earn m'keep." At least she isn't taking him too seriously, and the smile lingers warmly on her lips. "B'fore tha, Ah usedte spend most of m'time scroungin around back alleys in Manhattan. Nae exactly a five star dinner for a princess if ye ask me."
 :'''[[Zia]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Loki?" Zia blinks, looking a little puzzled. For all that she might know of the third race, she actually doesn't know about the connection between them and the legends of those many other-worldly gods. "Well, Ah suppose as long as he doesnae go startin the Ragnarok, we're probably alright." It probably wouldn't surprise her to find out just who happens to be the host for that particular troublemaker, especially as she had to deal with a backlash of Fae magic during the fight in the Labyrinth. She still doesn't trust Will because of it, regardless of how high a standing he has amongst the Twilight Detectives.<br /><br />In many ways, she hadn't really thought about what might happen /afterwards/. Her mind had been on restoring Manhattan, but what if their entire world got restored? The prospect of being cut off from all of those she has earned as friends thus-far isn't one that she wants to entertain for long, although it starts to worry at the back of her mind. "We'll see, lad. Ah didnae always mind it so much. Humans throw out so many things that still have use. Seems a waste te me." Princess of scavengers, this one.<br /><br />Just as he's about to ask her to perform another demonstration of her magic, there is a buzz at her side. The gargress reaches down and pulls out a phone with a customized gargoyle faceplate, flipping it open. She looks at the name, then puts it to her ear. After a moment confusion shows. Without explaining, she hits a few buttons, and listens again. The mechanical voice that comes when a number can't be reached is audible even at a distance. "Damnit." Zia, with a worried expression, looks over at him. "Ah'm sorry, lad. Ah need te... Ah need te check with the others. If ye'll excuse me."<br /><br />Then, she's off into the building in a rush. Damnit Skoll, where are you?

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Lionheart at 17:39, 19 January 2013

Lionheart: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/01/13 |Location=Fluorgis - Shard Seekers HQ - Garden |Synopsis=The running theory is that a certain white gargoyle is the Manhattan 'Princess ..."