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.

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[fishdouche]

[Sam, your reactions are not what Eridan has grown accustomed to expecting, and it's really throwing the troll off his game, even if said game is to lash out before any one else can hurt you. He just nods, inspecting the rings on his fingers, twisting a few of them as he answers.]

Yeah, wwell, you already knoww about that. So no fuckin' sense in goin' into it again.

Are wwe done wwith this little soul-barin' party a' yours?

[samantha_grey]

[She sighed and nodded.]

We're bound to find something more later, but yeah. I think we're done for now. I'll see you around, Eridan.

[fishdouche]

See you soon, Sam.

[It's a promise. He'll be back on form the next time you talk to him.]