What's the point in coming down to Hell if you're just going to hide in the safety of such a place? [That's the short answer. The long answer would reveal a bit too much about her past for her liking. Christine shrugs.]
Skyscrapers hadn't really become a thing yet when I was alive. I rather love them, now. Nothing quite like standing on the roof of one and flying off it.
[She reaches into her pocket for a moment to pull out her phone and pull up a photograph. Christine slides her phone across the bar to show it to him.]
The mountains. Those are pretty fun to fly off of, too. When there's not giant dragon-vulture creatures trying to tear your head off.
The view was definitely better, yes. But I was searching for something. Mnemosyne didn't have it. Little Hades did.
That's a thrill I won't be experiencing anytime soon. [Not without the aid of a hang glider or something similar. Demonhood is a mixed bag, as far as he can tell. Some of them have wings, some have tails, still others traded in their soft skin for scales.
To be honest, he's kind of glad he hasn't changed. Wouldn't say no to a set of wings for a day, though.
He picks up the phone for a better look, giving a low, reedy whistle. Those are some kind of mountains, all right.]
Yeah, but giant dragon-vulture creatures trying take a bite is half the fun, right?
[He flashes another grin at her.]
Can't say I'm not pleased you decided to settle. [There's no question there, no press for more information. He passes her phone back.] Who else am I gonna pawn all these concealment potions off on, huh?
You never know. It's not uncommon for strange physical changes to occur after you've been down here for a while. I certainly wasn't born with eyes this color, nor did I have them when I still resided in Heaven. [She'll always be a hopeful soul. Besides, the idea of Hancock with wings is oddly appealing. Oh the trouble they could get into with both of them capable of flight.]
Depends on the day. Sometimes it gets a bit dull. Unless they've started swarming. That's still exciting.
[...Because this is something that happens a lot and so the level of fun has worn down a bit for her.
She really likes it when he smiles at her like that.
And then says things like that without asking about her past.
Unconsciously, she leans a bit closer towards him.]
This town has certainly been growing on me. It has its charms.
[And to his teasing...she doesn't have much of a response other than to look away, grin and look back up at him.]
[It's a pretty thought, the wings, and he likes what it says about her that she can still be hopeful in the depths of Hell. Still, he waves it off with a half-smile and a gentle flip of his hand.
Really, he's good. He went through a big enough change in life. No need to tick off that box again in death.]
Gettin more charming by the minute. [He shifts to order another round of drinks, his leg bumping hers. There's no quick jerk back, no move to reclaim the lost space, nothing to signal the brush was accidental.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he just doesn't have any complaints if it was.] So, second drink. Think that was somethin to do with bullets?
[In Hell, there's possibilities. Good and bad. The story can continue. Heaven...it's just an ending. Nothing left to be hopeful about up there, honestly.
...He's invading her personal space a bit there, though. It suddenly makes Christine hyper aware of his presence. Such a simple sort of touch but this sort of thing was frowned upon when she was alive and in death...well. Christine had been so focused on finding Erik that she never really gave herself the chance to get close to anyone. In any sort of fashion. This is odd.
But she finds that it is not unwelcome.]
Ah, yes. A story that is rife with the hilarity of my own stupidity. Happened not that long ago, shortly after I found myself in Little Hades, actually. You can even still see some of the scars.
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Skyscrapers hadn't really become a thing yet when I was alive. I rather love them, now. Nothing quite like standing on the roof of one and flying off it.
[She reaches into her pocket for a moment to pull out her phone and pull up a photograph. Christine slides her phone across the bar to show it to him.]
The mountains. Those are pretty fun to fly off of, too. When there's not giant dragon-vulture creatures trying to tear your head off.
The view was definitely better, yes. But I was searching for something. Mnemosyne didn't have it. Little Hades did.
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To be honest, he's kind of glad he hasn't changed. Wouldn't say no to a set of wings for a day, though.
He picks up the phone for a better look, giving a low, reedy whistle. Those are some kind of mountains, all right.]
Yeah, but giant dragon-vulture creatures trying take a bite is half the fun, right?
[He flashes another grin at her.]
Can't say I'm not pleased you decided to settle. [There's no question there, no press for more information. He passes her phone back.] Who else am I gonna pawn all these concealment potions off on, huh?
[Definitely teasing.]
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Depends on the day. Sometimes it gets a bit dull. Unless they've started swarming. That's still exciting.
[...Because this is something that happens a lot and so the level of fun has worn down a bit for her.
She really likes it when he smiles at her like that.
And then says things like that without asking about her past.
Unconsciously, she leans a bit closer towards him.]
This town has certainly been growing on me. It has its charms.
[And to his teasing...she doesn't have much of a response other than to look away, grin and look back up at him.]
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Really, he's good. He went through a big enough change in life. No need to tick off that box again in death.]
Gettin more charming by the minute. [He shifts to order another round of drinks, his leg bumping hers. There's no quick jerk back, no move to reclaim the lost space, nothing to signal the brush was accidental.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he just doesn't have any complaints if it was.] So, second drink. Think that was somethin to do with bullets?
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...He's invading her personal space a bit there, though. It suddenly makes Christine hyper aware of his presence. Such a simple sort of touch but this sort of thing was frowned upon when she was alive and in death...well. Christine had been so focused on finding Erik that she never really gave herself the chance to get close to anyone. In any sort of fashion. This is odd.
But she finds that it is not unwelcome.]
Ah, yes. A story that is rife with the hilarity of my own stupidity. Happened not that long ago, shortly after I found myself in Little Hades, actually. You can even still see some of the scars.