reserved at dragonhaven, muse is less than impressed

[myswansong]

[Sup dear_mun. There is a young woman in a white half-cape, armed with daggers at her belt. When she speaks, it is in a heavily accented voice:]

Are you certain this is wise? My place is at Vie de Marli, protecting my island. I do not wish to be removed from there.

Neither do I wish to be treated like... [She pauses, hesitating on the word--] a puppet. My will is my own. You already play one of the sons of Sparda, do you not? I am not needed.

...Still... [She pauses, looking down at a coin in her hand thoughtfully.] If I can see him again...

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[stylish_hunter]

Hey, pretty lady, why so gloomy?

[myswansong]

[She would be thrown off by the "pretty lady" remark under normal circumstances -- more because it's uncharacteristic of the Dante she knows than anything else. As it is, she's too shocked to notice.]

Dante! You are well...?!

[stylish_hunter]

[Peers closer, a tad startled. How's this chick know him?]

Sorry, have we met? You've got too much class to be one of Enzo's, I don't owe you money, do I? [Headscratch.] Why wouldn't I be okay?

[myswansong]

[She looks hurt at that. Really, Dante, you have a way with women.]

First you trick me, then you disappear... and now you act as though you do not know me.

[stylish_hunter]

[Oh don't give him that look he hates that look, what did he do? Where is a magazine to hide behind?]

Well, you see... muns like to play with time, and minds. So, we might not have met yet.

[myswansong]

...I see. [She looks a little crestfallen, looking down again at the coin in her hand. She's grateful he's safe, at least, but...]

Then... we may be reacquainted soon enough, son of Sparda.

[stylish_hunter]

Heh, please, that sounds so formal. You make me sound old! Just Dante.

[What is with all the sad facing?]

Chin up, babe, don't look so gloomy. It's not like the world's ending.

[myswansong]

[But you're Sparda's son, doesn't that make you crazy old or something?]

It didn't end, thanks to you. Yet, you did not return.

[stylish_hunter]

[Well, no, not really. As far as he's aware he ages normally, who's to say it stays that way, though?]

[A pause. Huh. Then a shrug.]

Well, everything's gotta end sometime, that's the rule. No sense in being all gloomy just because of that. Did I at least paint the town red on my way down?

[Ever the optimist.]

[myswansong]

I would expect nothing less, just as Sparda did before you.

[Which still didn't stop her from worrying: what if he never came back? Not even Sparda was infallible, in the end.]

...Regardless, I... I am glad to see you well, at least in this place.

[stylish_hunter]

[Eh, like he said, everything has an end. Even himself.]

See? That's the spirit. Sorry I don't remember you, babe.

[proofofthebond]

...I understand not wanting to be treated like a puppet. It's something no one should endure.

[myswansong]

No, never.

But... we do not seem to be given a choice, in this place.

[aensland]

Hypothetically speaking, if you can see him again, what will you do?

[ A curious Morrigan is either a dangerous or borderline-trolly Morrigan but she's harmless. For now. ]

[myswansong]

I have something that belongs to him.

[She flips the coin into the air and catches it. As it always does, it lands heads.]

Once I see him again... I will give it back.

[aensland]

How romantic. Does he have something of yours?

[myswansong]

[She scoffs at the implication.] Dante is an ally, nothing more.