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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

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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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

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."

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"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."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

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."

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"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.