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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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*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.."

She said she wasn't human.

I dunno what that means, though.

"There's a great many people that aren't human, Meg." She mutters finally.

"And there are different sorts of immortality, and different sorts of gods."

I know.

*Meg nods.* It's dangerous to judge people on the basis of what they can be labelled. I try not to, generally.

"True enough." A faint smile and nod to the ballerina.

"I just meant that... differences sometimes come into effect on things."

People, *Meg says quietly,* are still people.

Human or not.

"Of course, and always, Meg. Like... some of the others who can shapeshift here. If one of them got hurt, and they were a wolf, you would still have to know how to help doctor a wolf's body, even if they were a person. That's what I'm meaning."

*Meg grins ruefully.* Well, yes, but if you can't doctor anything that doesn't matter as much.

"... so the doctor thing doesn't quite work all the way around." A rueful chuckle and grin.

Not so much, *Meg agrees, with a grin.*

I mean, I'm sure it does make a difference sometimes - but think about it too much and it gets in the way, you know?

Svava nods, smiling wryly. "Just remember it when it needs to be, I guess. And then forget about it the rest of the time. Ah well."

"Oh. You've heard about Indy's party? He mentioned you were bringing absinthe?"

*Meg giggles and seizes on the friendly subject change.* Yes I am. Wouldn't be a proper party without it, after all.

Svava laughs, and nods. ".... Though what is a 'slinky' dress, Meg? Indy said that's what we were supposed to wear for this."

*Meg makes a face.* It's one that shows off your body. And while I know you've got a fair few of those in your wardrobe -

"... even without considering a few other outfits in there; I know." She rolls her eyes a bit, chuckling.

I'm sure Indy would love them, *Meg says innocently.*