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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is outside with her sewing. She's rather glad that the jungle is gone. It blocked a lot of her view of the grounds and something about it just wasn't right. Not really. She's hard to miss, being roughly the same scale Optimus Prime is when he's at home, and her hair glistens in the light all the way from her head to where the braids coil on the ground.

((Xigbar))

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[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Ah, babe. Harsh."

His voice comes from somewhere around her own head level.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Many things are." a light soprano agrees, only slightly slurred. She glances around only briefly before finding him, "Hello, lítill aelf."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Hey babe. It all right if I ask what the hell happened to you?"

He's standing 'sideways' the moment.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"I was born." Hel says with a flip of her gloved hand, "And this is how I was born. I am Hel."

And then, after a pause, "They named it after me."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Super harsh, babe," he replies sympathetically. "The name's Xigbar," he continues after a moment.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"I have come to accept myself." she says in return, "Harsher things exist. It is a pleasure to meet you, Xigbar."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Wish I could say the same, babe, but I don't even have as much heart as you do."

He can feel it, the dead heart inside her and he's really trying not to let it get to him.

How can a heart die?

How can it be, and yet not live?

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Have never lived.

She is Hel.

She's a little different.

"Mmm. It doesn't matter, lítill one. I have known all the kinds of empty that ever were. All that matters to me is how you die. I think you would not be one of mine."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"This point babe, I wouldn't be anyone's," he replies. "I can't die; just stop being. It's pretty lame."

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"I see that." she gestures, without shame, to her dead eye, "Even so, I do not think you would have been one of mine. You bear the marks of battle."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"And I wouldn't trade 'em for anything but a heart," Xigbar replies. "...Well, okay, like, it'd be nice if I still had both my eyes. Being a one-eyed sniper is kinda fucked up, you know?"

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"I am no good at healings." Hel admits, "If I were to try to fix you it would probably rip your very being apart. I am no good at gentle things, and that is a major healing indeed."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"'S cool, babe. 'Nother babe already promised to help - me and my best friend - and I totally think she can do it, you know?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

There is a great black shape dozing just within the comforting shade of the treeline. Or at least there had been until the wind shifted. Now there is a great black shape cautiously glancing about as the tell tale scent of divinity reaches his nostrils. Divinity and something else he's equally familiar with... There is clearly something hindering his senses. There is no such thing as a dead god.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Only half dead.

He's still small to her. Garm is much larger, although he only has the one head. Her living hand is held out absently toward him.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

It is the movement that catches his attention, he startles without rising from his place beneath the trees; a full body flinch. And then his heads are ducked, ears flattened in respect.

Hello... Um..

He has no idea what honorific applies!

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Hel." she says with a smile, "I am Hel. They named it after me."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Cerberus does not have a perfect memory. But he has heard of Hell. (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/19023128.html?thread=805119512#t805119512)

Oh... the place..


A place of punishment.

The divine ruler of a place of punishment.

To his credit, Cerberus' tone is kept surprisingly level. Even if his ears have somehow managed to migrate even father backwards. Manners seem like a good idea, after all.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Was named after me." Hel agrees, "My world is Niflheim. It is somewhat different. You are Cerberus, of the Greeks, yes?"

She's had a lot of time to read.

A lot of time to read.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

O_O

Y-yes? Um, I mean yes, lady.

She knows who he is!

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Just Hel." is the response, with a wave of her non-gloved hand, "I use no titles here. It seems...tacky."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Six eyes widen in silent alarm. They all say that. Why do they all say that?

Oh...

He presses himself farther against the ground, tail wagging feebly in silent apology.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel leans down and rubs him behind one set of ears gently, "It is alright. This is my place of rest. It isn't terribly restful to have people tripping over themselves for manners sake."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

I...

In point of fact is sounds extremely restful. Manners set boundaries, minimize tension. It's when social standing becomes ambiguous that hackles are raised. But the goddess finds it such. So these thoughts will be kept to himself.

Do not know Niflheim... says Cerberus apologetically.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"You would not. It is mine, not related to the place you guard. In Niflheim reside the spirits of those who died in any way other than fighting. It is not a good place, the gods of my world banish all of us there." There are reasons that Hel tries not to count herself as one of them.