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Pre-Milliways

The door opens, with a slam. No one coming through, yet. Somehow, with the optional physics that Milliways has, looking out it is like looking up. A very long way up.

Dimly is the figure of a large man seen. With something in his hand. And then the something is falling.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

She hits the ground, in the bar. Physics apparently changes enough that she ends up on the floor near the door, scrambling to her knees just as it slams shut. She pounds on it, gloved left hand and un-gloved right hand, screaming.

"NO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! DADDY, DON'T LET THEM! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Her hair is over the left side of her face, glimpses of the right show a teenage girl who could be, somehow, related to Svava. Blue eyes, blond hair. Taller than the Valkyrie, yes, but looking like she's got more growing to do.

Her fists pound the door unceasingly, and she continues to scream for her father.

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"Life isn't in the skin," he whispers. "And you're not ugly. Just because it's not a defintion of perfection doesn't mean it's not beautiful."

He touches her cheek carefully.

Its cold, and dead, and withered. If he'd ever touched a mummy, it feels like that. She winces, just slightly, and gives a little shrug; "My face is ugly. It doesn't mean I'm bad, it doesn't and I know that. It just means that I'm not pretty. As for half dead...I am. My heart beats sometimes, but not always, and I don't really eat. And, of course, I see her all the time." she waves vaguely off to her blind side.

David hasn't ever touched a Mummy, but the cold, dead touch is something he's familiar with. Rather intimately.

"You see her because she's part of you. Your heart beats because part of you lives; you don't eat because you don't mostly need to.

"I think you have a lot more in common with me than we realise," he says with a wry smile.

"I can tell. Some things about you, anyway. You're not like the normal dead, not the ones I know anyway." She reaches out, just as slowly as he did, and touches his cheek with her living hand. It is warm, human.

He's only warm because he fed enough to last him for a week.

"I'm not dead, for a start," he says with a soft smile.

"I'm confused." Flatly, and she pulls her hand back and tilts her head to the right to see him better. "What are you, then?"

"A vampire is neither living nor dead. I think the closest you can possibly get is a draugr - but they aren't blood drinkers.

"I'm an immortal."

'Oh. I'm sorry. Its hard to live longer than everyone else." Is her, eventual, response. She is a teenager, but its a teenager in the ways of the gods. In years, she's a lot older than she really is.

"I'm sure you'll know the feeling, eventually. As it is, I'm a young Immortal: 88 mortal years and 14 immortal ones."

He smiles at her.

"And you are... so young looking, it's hard to believe you're the daughter of a God."

"I'm just a teenager. The years don't really matter. Besides, everyone is young at some point. Even Daddy, i'm sure." She laughs, just a little and then shakes her head; "No I won't. I won't get to spend time with anyone who isn't already dead. Unless I can come here again." A faint frown, "But I think here doesn't quite count. Not like normal. "

"Here never really counts. It's a different place altogether. I myself would never have met you if not for this place, if you understand that at all?"

There is a slight crinkle around her eyes, which might actually be a smile in its larval form; "Seeing as I don't think Midgard or Niflheim has vampires, yes. It would be a little bit difficult."

"And I don't think my own world has Gods and sons and daughters of Gods mixed right in there with the mortals."

She nods, and smiles a little more; "So this place doesn't really count. But I do hope I'll be able to come back, without having to climb and fall again. I don't think I could do that more than once." A slight, quiet pause, "I don't want to have done it the once."

"I don't think anyone wants to Fall. Ever."

He sighs.

"I hope you find it again by your own graces."

"Me too. Its strange here, but good. I think."

He nods. "It is. It's been my home for five months now."

He smiles.

"And strange REALLY doesn't cover it."

She tilts her head a little more, and asks cautiously, "What should I expect, then?"

"Talking turtles isn't even the half of it," he says, recalling fondly one of Charlie's tales.

"Alright." Her brothers are a snake and a wolf. Talking animals aren't that out of the ordinary for Hel. "So...normal things?"

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