http://mommywitch.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mommywitch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-06-10 11:57 am

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Piper's sitting in a booth. The leftovers of her lunch are siting beside her.

But she's staring off into space and occassionally sipping her tea.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/ 2006-06-10 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Lady Death, floating through the front door from Hell, passes by Piper's booth. She notes the pensive look and blank stare and if their gazes cross, nods to the witch.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/ 2006-06-10 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good afternoon," she responds. Politely, she lands on her feet in case Piper wishes to do more than exchange greetings. "We have not met before," she says. "I am Lady Death."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/ 2006-06-10 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Greetings, Piper." Lady Death still didn't know who it was who'd attacked Mace.

Since she is carrying a sword and lightsaber, she doesn't offer to shake hands; shaking hands in her time meant the people who do so are unarmed.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/ 2006-06-10 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," she says and nods.

She unhooks the scabbard from it's harness and sits down. The sword and scabbard get leaned under the table where it's out of the way, but still close to hand.

She stops a waitrat and orders a glass of mead, then looks to Piper. "Can I offer you anything?"

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/ 2006-06-10 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She leans back in her seat, taking ease. She continues the conversation with the 'Standard Milliways First Meeting Question'.

"What is your home like?" she asks.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/ 2006-06-10 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The incongruity of Pipers answer draws a smile from Lady Death. "Normal life? You didn't have one before?"

[identity profile] underdarkangel.livejournal.com 2006-06-10 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah the stare of a troubled soul. Drizzt knows that stare well, for he has worn it often himself.

With his hood pulled low over his face Drizzt approaches.

"Good day to you Milady, you look to be lost in thought, perhaps I can help you find your way."

[identity profile] underdarkangel.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Taking a seat across from her Drizzt pulls his hood back letting his shock of white hair fall free to his shoulders. with a smile that reaches to his purple eyes he introduces himself.

"I am Drizzt Do`Urden, a pleaseure to meet you Milady."

[identity profile] underdarkangel.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"An honor to meet you, now then what seems to be troubling you, I'm all ears."*ears wiggle*

[identity profile] underdarkangel.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"If that was all it was then why do you look so troubled?"

[identity profile] underdarkangel.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"If you do not mind my asking, what did you do exactly?"

[identity profile] underdarkangel.livejournal.com 2006-06-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"You attacked someone who did not deserve to be attacked."

Drizzt speaks with a calm tone, one of truth and honesty, not accusation.