On memes and returning to exitvoid

[digophelia]

I hope in the near future you don't make this a habit, otherwise, I don't promise to be as tolerant of it it! He's fortunate that he's not acquainted with the vorpal blade, let alone the hobby horse.

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[notjustinthemirror]

Hobby horse?

[This is relevant to his interests.]

[needsnokey]

Has someone been bothering you, Alice?

[Oh dear, it's time for protective-older-sister mode.]

[digophelia]

I didn't stutter.

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[digophelia]

My dear Lizzie!

[notjustinthemirror]

Why do people keep doing that?

This is the part where you tell me what a hobby horse is.

[digophelia]

[Alice completely fine with an over-protective older sibling. And bonus points for it being Lizzie.]

Yes- I mean...

[digophelia]

I don't know why my mundane subjects me to it. He's a disturbing man; he looks like one of those plague doctors in some of those books father had! I don't like the way he looks at me. Or bothers me. I don't even have my friends to help me sometimes.

[digophelia]

You couldn't have asked the first time?

[notjustinthemirror]

I thought I did.

Soooo.. Hobby horse. What is it?

[needsnokey]

Honestly, there's very little we know about why out mundanes subject us to anything. He does sound odious though. Perhaps if you try a littler harder to avoid him?

I do wish there was more advice I could offer. [Her tone is slightly off for a moment.] We've both had enough of odious men, plague doctors or not.

[digophelia]

It wasn't a proper question.

My hobby horse is a weapon.

[digophelia]

[Alice will not even bring up Bumby. Just the thought of him makes her skin crawl and that man doesn't even pail in comparison to Bumby. She swallows and nods; Alice has never been one to avoid Lizzie's words.]

I shall, Lizzie. If only my friend in this second "game" would remember like he does in Asgard.

[notjustinthemirror]

What kind of weapon?

[needsnokey]

Oh, dear. A case of amnesia, perhaps? It isn't common, I suppose, but there must be some explanation.

In any case, I imagine if you were friends before, it ought not to be too hard to become friends again.

[digophelia]

[Lizzie never fails to make her sister smile!]

Amnesia on both ends, I'm afraid. My mundane has returned me exitvoid with fresh memories; she didn't want to frighten me, it seems. [The irony!]

I really do hope so! Ezio Auditore has been one of my friends I've known since I first came to Asgard. He almost flies around the roofs like a magpie.

[digophelia]

A bludgeon.

[notjustinthemirror]

Hmm. I prefer crowbars. But to each their own I suppose.

And who do you bludgeon?

[digophelia]

People like you who continue to bother me.

[needsnokey]

[Quite a feat indeed!]

Oh, I think it would take more than that to frighten you or I, Alice. Still, perhaps a fresh start won't be too bad. [And this is why Lizzie is the optimistic one.]

Flying? Truly or does he merely jump long distances? To be entirely honest, I've seen both sorts here, and both are rather impressive feats.

[notjustinthemirror]

Soooo... anyone then. Duly noted.

[ Go ahead and bludgeon him. He doesn't care.]

And this hardly qualifies as bothering.

[digophelia]

Yes, it won't be so bad, will it? A fresh start is never bad, out with the old and in with the new.

[If you ignore Alice clamming up to the next available person being kind to her. That never happened. Alice loves people, really.]

No, he doesn't fly! He looks as if he flies when he leaps and never falls.

[digophelia]

Then what are you doing?

[notjustinthemirror]

I was asking a question. And then you pulled semantics on me.

[needsnokey]

[Oh yes. Alice is such a social butterfly. Can't get her to stop making friends.]

That must be a sight to see! I can't imagine being able to jump so far.

[digophelia]

Surely you remember mother and father scolding me for jumping off of things? I can't do it like him, not yet.

[digophelia]

Rightfully so, since you look like such a trust-worthy fellow.

[needsnokey]

Yet? Is he teaching you?

Do be careful, if he is! I'd rather not have you break your neck while leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

[digophelia]

Oh, not yet! Dresses and petticoats are fairly difficult to jump in at the moment. Hopefully someday. You can see just about everything on the roofs, Lizzie! It's actually very peaceful.

[Almost a laugh. Almost.]

I won't break my neck, I promise.

[notjustinthemirror]

Touché.

I was just curious. But if you want me to leave I can do that too. It doesn't matter to me, either way.

[needsnokey]

I'd love to see it someday. Perhaps once my mundane decides to place me back in a game, I'll see what I can see from the rooftops.

[One of these days, Alice. One of these days.]

Good. Forgive me for worrying, but I do only have one sister, you know, and she'd be quite impossible to replace, should she break her neck.