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meg giry

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*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, coffee mug in hand and tutu around her waist. And everyone subsequently dies of shock.*

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"I decided to get drunk last night. Anthy was there, but I don't think she did." Yes, somewhere deep inside, the Valkyrie is hoping the Rose Bride is just as nicely hung over as she is.

*Meg pales, a little, at the memory of the last time Anthy got drunk.* Good thing - Anthy, er, really can't hold her liquor.

*She gives Svava a sympathetic look.* Did you see if the bar had a hangover potion?

"I can fix it... as soon as my head stops pounding." A bit of a mutter, then she gives her best, faint smile to Meg.

"So how are you doing?"

I'm fine. Nothing too terribly interesting to report, and all.

*Meg grins, a little wryly.* So what on this bout of alcohol?

"Oh... I was just talking with Anthy, and getting drunk sounded like a nice idea. I have no idea what it was... " with a wry smile she pats the bartop, "And it could probably be used to melt holes in stone, but it worked."

Talking with Anthy, *Meg says, with a small snort,* gives that effect, from time to time.

I guess she got you upstairs all right, and all?

"I remember that much, yes." She nods, then sighs and rests her head on her arms. "Eh. We were all talking about... she was asking about Ragnarok, things like that."

*Meg's eyes widen in sudden comprehension.*

The End of the World -

"Well... yes." She nods at Meg, looking at her curiously.

That's sort of important to Anthy, *Meg explains, rather awkwardly.*

"... Why? She was asking about it...what the signs were, and so on."

*Meg hesitates.*

I don't know, exactly. But I think it has something to do with her curse, and all.

"... the sword in her, yes?" She peers at Meg.

That, and the whole immortal slave thing . . .

Svava frowns faintly. "... How does that go?"

*Meg grins, without much humor.* Well, she has to do what whoever wins the duels says, and she can't die . . .

"Whoever duels with her sword?" A nod, and she frowns faintly.

"The sword, its... something special, isn't it?"

It's an ex-person, *Meg says bluntly.* I think.

Svava just staaaaaaaaaaaaares at Meg for a while.

"... how? er. Its not her own soul, or a piece of it?"

I think it's someone else's, *Meg says, biting her lip.* Her brother's, is what I've heard.

More staring.

"Who's her brother? He's... is he alive elsewhere?"

*Meg shakes her head.*

His name is - was -

Er. I don't remember it but it sounded sort of like God.

".... like just a name, or he is really...??"

The name sounded sort of like God.

*Meg shrugs, helplessly.* As for the rest - who knows?

"But he... or He... is a god, or... That would mean His sister.."