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[white_flowers]

She has been gone for some weeks as the days are reckoned here, to be certain, but her time has not been spent in idleness.

Far from it.

At the moment, though, she seems content enough to sit quietly with a cup of tea, watching the room and those in it.

Occasionally her stone-hard blue glance falls on a repaired patch of floor; occasionally it rests on the note that lies slowly crumbling on the table before her. At those times she seems rather less content, but it passes swiftly.

To all outward indication, that is.



[OOC: Note on appearances; note on abilities and weaknesses.]

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[cutting_edgex23]

It's the scent that catches X's attention; it is the one she remembers from the night the floor was rotted through.

Which is why she approaches Blodwen, quick, quiet, and in full view.

Her Security badge is fastened firmly to her belt.

"Hello."

[white_flowers]

"Why, hello, dear."

Her glance flicks to the badge and back to the girl's face, and Blodwen seems to be waiting for something.

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am X-23," X says. "Not dear."

Nicknames happen to other people.

"You are Blodwen?"

[white_flowers]

"Well, and now it is that I know that, I can call you X-23," she returns, with spirit. "Such an unusual name, too."

A beat, and a sweet, sweet smile.

"I am, yes -- however did you know?"

She can guess, of course.

[cutting_edgex23]

"The smell," X says.

She is good at blunt.

"And you were fighting. In the bar."

Beat.

"I asked."

[white_flowers]

"Oh no, X-23 dear," Blodwen corrects, flatly.

Very, very flatly, and from her expression she does not at all expect to be believed.

"I was defending myself."

[ellectrical]

At some point, from another table, Elle is watching the note as it continues to crumble.

Her expression is the kind one might have when watching a rainstorm because there's nothing else to do. Slight interest, and that's about it.

She also does nothing to hide the fact that she's staring.

[white_flowers]

"Something it is that interests you?" she remarks.

The girl is watching the note; Blodwen is watching her, in turn.

[ellectrical]

She blinks up.

And for a long moment, she's watching Blodwen, expression unchanged.

Then, she admits, "Not really."

On the scale of weird things here, the crumbling note doesn't rank that high.

[white_flowers]

"Just mild curiosity, is it then?"

She herself looks intrigued, now.

[ellectrical]

Elle closes her mouth, and glances away to think about this.

"It's taking a while," she decides.

[white_flowers]

"What is?"

She glances at the note, then back to the girl.

"The paper to crumble, is that it?"

[ofthosegoodold]

Oh, now. What is this?

The look Applegate sends Blodwen's way is appreciative, though after a second his eyes narrow and he flicks a hand in the air, as if brushing away an irritating fly. There is no fly, but it seems to have gotten rid of something that was bothering him, for his expression clears and he gives her a friendly nod.



[OOC: I can't be up to thread for too long, but I finally have a pup I'm comfortable threading with Blodwen with, so I wanted to at least get something started. :D?]

[white_flowers]

She smiles back at him, for all the world open and friendly, although the hard stone of her eyes never flickers.

"Hello, cariad."

[OOC: totally understandable-- am falling asleep myself, so it works out well. and oh, won't this be fun!]

[ofthosegoodold]

The eyes are always more interesting - and informative - than the expressions people make when they know they're being watched. Applegate meets hers unwaveringly.

"Hello, my dear," he answers. "That's some lovely magic you've got there."

He likes it, very much. He is who he is, after all, and corruption is the name of his game.

[white_flowers]

Hers in particular, perhaps; it is almost as though they are not flesh at all, the way that they glitter like gemstones, showing no true expression as she watches him besides a brightening and darkening with her thoughts.

"Why, and thank you," she says, lightly, and still smiling. "Such a thing it is that I do not hear often, so it is not."

[ofthosegoodold]

"People have no appreciation for that sort of thing," Applegate agrees. "Philistines."

Of course, if they did, it wouldn't be nearly so much fun.

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Would it still be OK to tag? I always seems to miss her EP's. *woeful*]

[white_flowers]

[OOC: Yes, absolutely! Slowtime is very useful, after all.]

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hurrah!]

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

He likes to watch too. It's a favourite pasttime when he's in this place - and at the moment, she's very interesting. She has the same feel as the remains of the tree had, only it comes off her in waves, this close.

He's not far away. Couple of tables, maybe. He looks ordinary enough too, in a good suit and overcoat, though he is wearing shades as well. Behind them, his eyes are just as hard and blue as hers and they don't leave her.

'Nice trick,' he says eventually, gesturing to the note in front of her.

His accent is Irish, with a touch of New York to it at times.

[white_flowers]

Close, perhaps, oh yes -- but something there is about her gaze that seems almost as though there is no mortal softness about it at all, no true flesh, but instead the diamond-bright glitter of gems.

Odd, that.

"Why, thank you, cariad," she says, glancing down at the note. Her lips tighten, just for an instant, and then she looks back up at him with a gentle smile.

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

A lot of things about her are odd. As a rule, he doesn't like that. But given what he knows about her from Puck, he's willing to keep an open mind.

'Not bad news, I hope?'

[white_flowers]

"Not unexpected, it was," she temporizes, "but not good, no."

Blodwen shrugs and pushes the paper slightly away from her.

"Still, it is done, and so."

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,' he murmurs, obviously amused by something, if the smile playing around his lips is anything to go by.

'Or so I'm led to believe.'