[London... She's not familiar with it, nor is she familiar with alleyway skulking. The honesty gets a quirk of her lips—the two of them have led very different lives, but stories like that reminds her of the Sinners from Syndicate that stay in the MBCC alongside her.]
I hope my performance will live up to your expectations, if it's your very first.
[It takes her a moment to decide, before settling on a classic. Nothing too flashy, but it's a wonder she doesn't end up dizzy after that many spins.]
[ He watches with rapt attention as she dances. It's not an artform he's thought to care much about, dance, but seeing it live—and on a grand stage, even—does add to the appeal.
When she's finished, he gives her a hearty applause. ]
Well, I'm impressed. That must take an amazing amount of control. Where did you learn to dance like that?
[ It takes longer than it should for Hickey to come investigate all the commotion with the grotto, but he makes it there eventually. And hey, Hamel is here too! How lovely. ]
...Yes. I think living that long would wear any man down.
[She looks over at him, and nods.]
The stage... became something of a prison, for me. I love dancing and it's how I can best express myself, but on stages, performing for crowds... You have to dance the way they want, and that... I hated it, truthfully.
w1; wednesday; theater
[ Hickey had a feeling he'd find her here. ]
Is this like the theaters you've performed in?
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Dancing helps me clear my thoughts.
[And there's a lot to think about when you've been kidnapped by a Witch!]
It's similar enough to feel nostalgic. Have you been to many theaters like this?
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Never inside. I used to skulk about in the alleys near some like this in London, though. Wait for performances to finish up so I could pick pockets.
[ He strolls up the center aisle and plants himself in one of the front row seats. ]
Give us a show, then.
[ His tone says please, even if his words don't. ]
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I hope my performance will live up to your expectations, if it's your very first.
[It takes her a moment to decide, before settling on a classic. Nothing too flashy, but it's a wonder she doesn't end up dizzy after that many spins.]
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When she's finished, he gives her a hearty applause. ]
Well, I'm impressed. That must take an amazing amount of control. Where did you learn to dance like that?
w2; gardens; post-execution sunday
Hello there. Any idea what happened here?
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[Obviously. She looks at the mess, head tilted.]
I'm not sure why, though.
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Ish's doing, perhaps? Maybe Siffrin's blow during his execution struck more deeply than we thought.
[ Or the dude's throwing a temper tantrum. ]
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[He does have a flair for the dramatics.]
Do you think it will just go back to normal like everything else did, though?
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[ He shrugs as he echoes her. Who knows, with this guy? Ish is a wildcard. ]
It likely depends on the cause. Ish would likely want to fix it himself if it wasn't intentional—though, if he's throwing a tantrum...
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[What with being like. Thousands of years old...]
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[ Surely your mind has to fray after a time, right? ]
You know, I was looking at your profile the other day. You hate being on stage?
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[She looks over at him, and nods.]
The stage... became something of a prison, for me. I love dancing and it's how I can best express myself, but on stages, performing for crowds... You have to dance the way they want, and that... I hated it, truthfully.
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I understand. Having your hand forced is never comfortable, even with something you enjoy. But you needed to tolerate it, I assume?