“And as for Ulrich, he was the one who first summoned me back into existence. That means he's already made a pact with me. At the very least, I owe him a favour. He freed me from my prison so I should free him from his.”
“If its not a personal question, lass...”
“Spatula.” she corrected Oswald, “Or Lady. Lady Spatula.”
“Why were you in prison? Were you captured?”
“I'm not easily taken captive these days. I'm too good at it.” she said, “To tell you the truth, I don't... I don't remember. That's what worries me. I might have gone into stasis from existential weakness, but I... I kind of feel like someone did this deliberately. Or did something, at least. I usually know if someone's mistreated someone when they were helpless. Its something I have to sort out a lot.”
“Its dishonourable to attack someone weaker than you.” agreed Oswald. He didn't understand about 'stasis' or 'existential weakness' and still didn't quite comprehend why Gods had to apply for a visa but he understood that last fact. It was part of his Knight's Code. And so is 'never abandon your post', he thought glumly.
“Well, its also dishonourable not to repay a debt and to disobey divine commands from your own patron deity.” she told him firmly, “Rest assured, this will not lead to your ruin. Only minor loss. I'm too tired for total ruination today.”
“You should stop drinking that Jagermeister then.” suggested Gregorio. She had finished the first bottle and somehow – he didn't remember how, but guessed it was something to do with her magical powers of making him utterly fail as a barman – had acquired a second.
“Ah, barkeep.” she fixed him with a jet-black titanium glare that made him certain she was anything but drunk, “My business may take me late into the night. I have need of a room.”
“Fifty groats.” he told her, “Or make Lionel sing another song.”
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Date: 2010-11-03 12:44 am (UTC)“If its not a personal question, lass...”
“Spatula.” she corrected Oswald, “Or Lady. Lady Spatula.”
“Why were you in prison? Were you captured?”
“I'm not easily taken captive these days. I'm too good at it.” she said, “To tell you the truth, I don't... I don't remember. That's what worries me. I might have gone into stasis from existential weakness, but I... I kind of feel like someone did this deliberately. Or did something, at least. I usually know if someone's mistreated someone when they were helpless. Its something I have to sort out a lot.”
“Its dishonourable to attack someone weaker than you.” agreed Oswald. He didn't understand about 'stasis' or 'existential weakness' and still didn't quite comprehend why Gods had to apply for a visa but he understood that last fact. It was part of his Knight's Code. And so is 'never abandon your post', he thought glumly.
“Well, its also dishonourable not to repay a debt and to disobey divine commands from your own patron deity.” she told him firmly, “Rest assured, this will not lead to your ruin. Only minor loss. I'm too tired for total ruination today.”
“You should stop drinking that Jagermeister then.” suggested Gregorio. She had finished the first bottle and somehow – he didn't remember how, but guessed it was something to do with her magical powers of making him utterly fail as a barman – had acquired a second.
“Ah, barkeep.” she fixed him with a jet-black titanium glare that made him certain she was anything but drunk, “My business may take me late into the night. I have need of a room.”
“Fifty groats.” he told her, “Or make Lionel sing another song.”