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Hel is, once again, in the bar. She's got her cloak wrapped up tight around herself for the warmth, and a cup of cocoa in her hands.

She's looked worse, all things considered. Also better, but she has looked worse.

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A bit more warmth may herald Svava's approach, with her own cup of hot chocolate. She pauses, giving Hel a faint smile.

"Good evening."

"Good evening."

She responds in her turn, dipping her head in a slight nod.

"... I'm glad to see you back here, and still here." Svava nods slowly, taking a seat nearby.

"How have things been, though?"

She considers all the things that have happened lately, the ups and downs and oddities and relationship issues, and finally settles on,

"Father is still here."

Which should cover all of the emotions with the fewest words, yes? Love, confusion, despair, joy, self-hatred...

Her face is perfectly composed.

"Ah." Svava nods slowly. Given the circumstances of when she first and last saw Loki here-

Yes, that answer says quiet a lot.

"I've not run into him myself, but.... he tried to get a job with Security."

"He would."

She says after a moment, then closes her eye and sips at her chocolate without looking.

"Tried. He didn't." Svava shrugs, and sips her own hot chocolate.

"Aside from that?" Because there would hopefully be other things happening than Hel dealing with her father.

"Baldur is still here, as well."

And Hel has no idea how she feels about that. He's...Baldur. And she is Hel.

"-I haven't even seen him." Svava bites her lip, thinking.

'When' is the question here. But part of the answer is, at least before her time. Before the End Times. Before Ragnarok.

But then, so is Hel.

She nods, then shrugs with her right arm.

It is hard to talk about that, too.

A deep breath, and a nod, thinking.

"... Well, they did hire more Security, here. Before there was only six of us, for all of this place. Alanna- have you met her? Hired quite a few more people, and we'll have a meeting soon. It will be interesting to see all who, and how they work and are used to fighting."

"I have not, I do not think."

She says after a moment of thought, shrugging again slightly,

"I spend more time with those upon the fringes of society. It is where I am comfortable."

She nods slowly, and shrugs.

"You may like her. Alanna became a knight in her kingdom, and women there were not allowed to fight at all- yet she hid who she was and did so."

"Perhaps I would."

She says it in a non-committal voice based on the fact that knights are, generally, thought of as Good. If nothing else they are warriors, and Hel is not a warrior. She never will be, either.

When she says the fringes, she means the fringes. The down and out, the people who others sneer at and hate based on what they are rather than who. The Nosferatu Daedalus, the Bersarker and his lover, the little Fae man banished away from sun and trees. The ones who did not make the choice, but rather had it made for them.

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