On finally getting a name.

[estrapade]

It took you long enough. And a journal, too.

Now you're too stretched, though. I don't suppose I can go have fun somewhere?

You know, "fun." I call it torture, you call it fun. I've probably been through worse.

No? Well, we'll see. I'm not going anywhere.

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[estrapade]

I don't think anyone does. They're a strange group.

[agelesseyes]

True enough.

It's almost enough to make one a bit bitter about it, though. Almost.

[Moraine's expression is only a little frosty, and only a little bit directed at the screen...]

[estrapade]

Better to be flexible about it. Take what you can.

[agelesseyes]

Live with what you can't change. Change what you can't live with.

The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, I suppose.

[estrapade]

Good saying.

We wouldn't be here unless they wanted something to do with us.

[agelesseyes]

Yes, this is true as well.

Truthfully, I never expected this. My mun knew that taking me from my work would go poorly. But still they call. Why, I even erased the icons.

Such persistence.

[estrapade]

You did? [She smiles.] Good for you. Spirit.

Muns have a lot of that. More's the pity.

[agelesseyes]

I do what I must. Balefire, apparently, does affect computer data.

What of yours? Have you resisted at all?

[estrapade]

I think I'm one of the few who isn't. Which is maybe why I'm grounded.

Maybe if you act eager to go, yours will stop.

[agelesseyes]

Grounded? How do you mean?

And somehow, I doubt that. Some of the others I've...begun sharing space with...protested. That only furthered the interest.

[estrapade]

Ah. Well. It was a thought.

[Tringe shrugs.]

She won't let me go anywhere. Friend of mine's off first.

[agelesseyes]

Are you interested in seeing one of these so called 'games' then?

[estrapade]

I'd like to see what they're like.

There are some problems. But I'm sure they could be overcome.

[agelesseyes]

Oh? Such as?

[estrapade]

My diet is... unique.

[One way of putting it.]

[agelesseyes]

Diet? That's a queer thing to consider problematic.

[She, of course, doesn't know what you are. Darkling things for her rarely look even remotely human, save the Forsaken. Of which she is fairly sure you are not.]

[estrapade]

For most.

I eat undead.

[...Yeah, there it is.]

[agelesseyes]

You eat the walking dead?

[Her expression grows wary]

What are you?

[estrapade]

I'm a Draugr. I have a choice between eating people and eating other dead things.

I pick the dead things.

[agelesseyes]

The wiser choice.

Though this implies that you, yourself, are a dead thing, does it not?

[estrapade]

It wasn't my idea. But yes.

I try not to hurt the living. If that helps.

[Sometimes they come at her. But never vice versa if she has a choice in the matter.]

[agelesseyes]

What dark power is it than animates you, then?

[estrapade]

Runic magic.

[She'd prefer not to get specific.]

[agelesseyes]

In the service of Shayol Ghul?

[estrapade]

I don't serve anyone.

Or recognize that name.