IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

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[competition]

[ There's some silence because he has never really expected anyone to really be anything different from human. They're either human or pokemon and really this is quite the change, but she still doesn't seem bad. ]

... What's wrong with that?

[samantha_grey]

You don't want to be half demon, or anything demon kid. Remember that guy I told you about, Lucifer? I've got some of the same kind of blood as that guy. I hate being like that.

[Keep it vague Sam. You don't need to tell him everything. Still, this much he can figure out from the horns with a little help.]

[competition]

Oh... [ It sounds bad since she's saying it like that. ]

You're a nice person though.

[samantha_grey]

I want to be, Red. I want to be.

[competition]

... Just keep fighting. [ He's not sure what else to say. ]

[samantha_grey]

I plan to. Look, either way, thanks for the lunch. I'll catch you around one way or another. I hear there's supposed to be some competition or something coming up in a bit. We'll probably run into each other somewhere around there... though you'd better not be doing this drinking contest. You're way too young, kiddo.

[competition]

... I don't plan on it. [ The drinking part. ]

But, yeah, I'll see you later then.