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A wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Which is why the front door opens at this precise moment, letting in Gandalf the Grey.

He goes to the bar and has a seat, and begins to fill his pipe.

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[locks_it_up]

She smiles and waves from down the Bar.

Oh yeah.

She knows this guy.

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Gandalf looks up.

And nods. Politely.

He doesn't know her.

[locks_it_up]

"Hail, Olórin. Hail, Mithrandir. Hail, Gandalf."

A wide grin.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

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He studies her for a moment. "I cannot say this is something that happens often, but...I don't tend to accept such offers from those who are nameless to me. May I inquire, madam?"

[locks_it_up]

Bright and cheery grin.

"Hi. I'm Death."

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He straightens.

Long pause.

Very long pause.

Then:

"Lady."

He's still seated. It's a bow anyway.

[locks_it_up]

She's beaming now.

"Howdy. How're you doin'?"

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He straightens. Slowly.

"I am well, thank you."

A little wondering.

"And you are the same, I trust?"

[locks_it_up]

"I'm alright. Busy. You know how it is."

She really might be enjoying this more than she ought to.

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"No, lady." With great respect. "It is safe to say that I do not."

[locks_it_up]

"...Nah, you probably don't. But you probably have a better idea than most."

She's beaming

"Can I buy you a drink? Did I ask you that already?"

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"You did."

Pause.

"And if you would like."

[locks_it_up]

"What'll you have?"

Still with the beaming.

This is great.

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"A stout, lady, if that is all right."

Gandalf looks distinctly...unsettled.

[locks_it_up]

"Bar? You heard the nice wizard-type-person."

It appears. She pats it in appreciation, then slides it down to Gandalf.

"Are you alright? I can understand that this might come as a bit of a shock..."

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He clears his throat. "You are Death, so you know who and what I am, I imagine."

Pause.

"You are above the Valar. And I am much less than a Vala. Far less."

[locks_it_up]

And she's dating a former turtle. Funny old world, innit?

"So. Little bit of a shock, then?"

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"That is one way to refer to it."

Just the slightest hint of rueful amusement.

[locks_it_up]

"If it's any help... I'm not on-duty."

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He relaxes. A little.

"It does."

And he looks a little amused. "Though perhaps you can understand, lady -- I serve. In a sense...I am always on duty, whether you are or not."

[locks_it_up]

"Well. I'm kinda on-duty too. But not here. Out there." She waves a hand idly. "It's... a little bit complicated. From your point of view."