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Discussion in 'Hogsmeade Village' started by Daryl Dixon, Feb 4, 2018.

  1. Daryl Dixon

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    feb. 7th, year 7
    @Susan Sto Helit

    Daryl stepped off the train, shoulders near his ears as he looked up and down the platform. He'd never been on no train before and he hadn't exactly been a fan of it (okay, he'd been in a train car before, back in Terminus but that sure as hell didn't bear no rememberin'). He had a piece of paper clutched in his hand, which he squinted warily down at, trying to decide if he really wanted to go through with this. Followin' up on some damn mysterious note sounded like a shit idea but he just had this....feelin' in the pit of his gut that he had to do it. Daryl'd never been to a place like this before - with shops lining the street, snow topping the buildings - it looked like something that might be in one of those Christmas specials on TV.

    There was an itch between his shoulder blades, a bone deep feeling that he didn't belong here. But it was warring with that feeling in his gut, and so he made his way toward this Inn, the one the paper said to meet this...whoever it was at. It was cold - a chill slipping up his spine even though he'd opted for his flannel that actually had sleeves, a clean pair of shoes and his boots which had lasted him years so far without the slightest hint of wear.

    He squinted up at buildings as he passed, looking for one with a sign for the Three Broomsticks, wondering why the hell someone would send him a note. He didn't know too many people in Pandora - he stuck to Misty Hollow as much as he could. Occasionally he'd go to town if he needed more arrows or something, but he had never really gotten used to civilization again. He felt more at home out in Misty Hollow, when he could traipse out into the woods whenever he wanted (even though there were things in those woods, things more dangerous than the walkers he'd left behind).

    It wasn't long until he found it. He stood outside for a moment or two, chewing on his lower lip. Wasn't too late to go back to Misty Hollow, even though it'd taken a long ass time to get here. He thought about it, but his feet remained rooted to the spot and he sighed, pushing open the door and stepping inside. It was a nice place - not too fancy, but not run down - not really the type of place he'd have thought to find himself.

    He wasn't sure where he was supposed to go, a slight frown pulling on the corners of his mouth as he took a few steps inside and tried to see if there was anyone around who looked like they knew what the hell was going on.

    But then the door opened behind him and he turned.

    He turned and his stomach erupted into an entire hive or flock or whatever the fuck it was called of butterflies, mouth suddenly dry. ​
     


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    Binky ran through the air towards their set destination, his hooves pounding against nothing, mane flowing as hie white nostrils flared. Susan clung to the white horse, her black hood covering most of her face, her sword clung to her hip. People needed to stop dropping dead, this was becoming a great inconvenience to her and her day to day life. She needed a job, a proper job, not just to be Death because death didn't suit her. Without her grandfather to come pick up the dead however the task was rested on Susan alone. The small snow covered village came into view bellow them, her eyes squinting through the snowfall. "Down there Binky, that must be the place." She directed the horses as he started to descend from the sky above.

    Once his feet hit the ground Susan stepped back into time, the streets alive with human activity while the white horses pranced towards the inn. It reminded her a little of smaller villages in Discworld, this Boxworld was interesting, that she could admit but it wasn't a place she wished to spend the rest of her life. Pulling Binky to a stop in front of the inn and looked over the door then patted the horse on the neck. "Wait here." She told the white horse before stepping off him and walking up the steps, her black hood still covering most of her face. From her black cloak she pulled out an hourglass seeing the last grains of sand slipping into the bottom half and then stepped inside. Not trough the use of the door but rather stepped through the door as if the door was not even there at all. Barriers didn't exist to Death. Still holding her hourglass she looked up seeing a man, and a very lively looking one at that. For a moment Susan stood there a little baffled before the hourglass faded from her hand, something that had never happened before.

    Raising her hands she pulled down her hood, her white curls now visible as she eyes the man a moment. "You aren't dead." Ordinarily Susan would have gotten annoyed, asked why he had sent for her then, surely the world hadn't made a mistake. Her being here was of his fault. Yet Susan didn't get snippy, she crossed her arms over her chest not really knowing what was going on but she wasn't getting angry. Far from it, in fact she was a little relieved she didn't have to collect him tonight, he was fairly attractive...in his own right. Her eyes softened a little, flickering off him in a shy manner, a tiny smile creeping across her features before, NO. Susan the sensible, what on Discworld were you doing? Love at first sight? Of all the SILLY things you could conclude to this was not one of them. She cleared her throat and tried to clear her mind though the foggy fuzzy feelings couldn't just be shuffled away which was alarming to the governess. "Is...is there a reason I'm here?" If not to collect someone dead then there had to be a purpose to her coming here and somehow he was involved.

     
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    A woman had just walked through the door. Through the door, like it wasn't nothin'. Normally, that would have been enough to drop his jaw but there was something about her - something he couldn't quite explain, something that made it damn hard to take his eyes off of her. She was holdin' something in her hand before it disappeared, and he couldn't do more than stare as she pulled down her hood to reveal white hair with a big ol' black streak through it. Daryl was observant, but he normally wasn't the type t'stare - he didn't tend ot care about people unless they were part of his family or a threat, but she wasn't neither. Least he didn't think so - there was something about her that made him uneasy, even as the rest of him was drawn to her like a damn magnet. He blinked, momentarily taken aback by her statement - he knew he wasn't dead. Hell, he knew that the world he came from everyone was as good as, but still, he'd never thought it was visible or nothin'. "No..." he said, eyes squinting up just a little, wary even as he drew a few steps closer, like he couldn't really stop himself.

    He chewed on the inside of his lip, watching as a smile drifted across her face, just for a moment, and he felt the butterflies in his chest go all aflutter in a hurry. She asked if there was a reason she was here and he stared at her for a moment, distracted - god he had to get a hold of himself. Shit - what the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't - he'd never felt like this before, but all he could think about was doing something dumb like holding her hand or something like that. Christ. He shoved his hands into his pockets to quell the urge, a frown appearing on his face when he felt the crinkle of paper - and he definitely didn't remember puttin' nothing in there before he'd left. "Dunno," he said, voice a little rough. He pulled the paper from his pocket, taking a moment to look it over, brows furrowing even more as his gaze scanned the text.

    He glanced up at her, then back to the paper, and then finally handed it over - cursing the fact that it was a little dirty and all crumpled from being in his pocket. It was something about a two night stay at this very Inn, for the both of them. "This might have somethin' t'do with it, I think," he said, uncertainly. ​
     


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    There was a little sigh, not one of annoyance necessarily but frustration. Acting as Death was already bad enough, having the universe muck up a moment like this only worse. Bad enough some people died and she came for them only to have them spring back to life and have to give up her time, something she couldn't actually complain about as she could step outside of time. She had eternity to get everything done really. Though she did know the longer she played as Death the more Death she would become and that wasn't an idea that fancied her too much. Like Susan he was a person of few words, someone who wouldn't take your ear for hours blabbering on about subjects you didn't much care for. She liked that, it was charming. Charming? Where had that thought come from?

    When he handed her the paper she took it, brows furrowed as her eyes scanned the text. "Oh dear." She muttered before looking back at him. "It appears we have been set up by someone, for what purpose I am unsure. The clear means to get us into a room together." But why? Why would someone want Death and this man at an Inn together in some small winter town? As she handed the note back to him she noted a slight tremble to her hand and a mild warmth in her chest, the feeling like she was floating a moment while looking him over, holding back yet another smile. She wouldn't crack a second time and let her smile through though her body could not control her blushing. Her checks took on a pink hue where three white lines came into view on the one side. Lines that were long and thin, the marks of Death's hand upon her fathers face. Susan had been born with them as a birthmark and a reminder that when Death slaps you even your children would feel it.

    Susan didn't know she was blushing of course, unable to see her own face and despite every sensible part of her said I should just go now and not be bothered by this something else made her stay put. "Well..." When she spoke again there was a subtle shyness to her tone as of sudden, her eyes darting to the ground while she cleared her voice and attempted to keep her head about her. "We might as well stay and see it through, in the event whoever has sent us intends to come here. We may then question further. I for one do not intend to just show up and leave my curiosity at the door. I don't like someone having the ability to call on me without properly summoning." She didn't like that someone could trick her as Death either by pretending someone had passed and then there was no such person to be found at her destination. Susan looked over to one of the tables inside the tavern part of the inn and since she had come all this way she might as well. "Would you like to wait with me?" She hoped his answer would be yes.


     
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    Daryl took the paper, folding it up carefully to put back in his pocket. He was overly aware of how close their hands were, how just a slight move would brush his hand against hers. He didn't, but the urge was there. Luckily, he was distracted by what she'd said.

    He didn't like the idea of someone bringing 'em here for some unknown purpose. He had no idea who this woman was - as far as he knew they'd never met and didn't seem to have anything in common. Or at least, he'd never seen her around Misty Hollow and that's where he spent a majority of his time. He chewed on his lip, head dipping slightly as he eyed her - feeling the inexplicable urge to smile at her - which was - he wasn't a smiler, really. A quirk of the lips here and there, mostly and maybe a grin once in a blue damn moon, but to just sit here and grin at her? Nah, wasn't gonna happen, no matter how much his lips twitched at the sight of the blush painting her cheeks. There was a mark on one, three of them, actually, like a scar and while his gaze lingered on them for a second, he didn't pay anymore mind to it. Everyone had scars - hell, Daryl's back was littered with them, but there wasn't no need t'go calling attention to 'em.

    His eyes started to narrow a bit as she talked - he was pretty sure she wasn't from where he was, maybe England or somethin', but there was just something about here - maybe the whole walking through doors thing, that told him she was from a world he'd never heard of. She was talkin' all proper too - and it wasn't that Daryl was dumb or nothin', just cos he didn't give a shit about grammar, but it was glaringly obvious how different they were. Normally, that would have been enough to make him steer clear, but at the moment he honestly didn't give a shit. He frowned, squinting a bit - what the hell did she mean summoning? but he didn't have time to ask a question because then she was askin' if he wanted to wait with her and he felt something flutter in his gut, mouth going dry.

    "Yeah, alright," he said, after a moment, head dipping in a slight nod as he headed over toward one of the tables, lingering for a moment cos - shit, wasn't it polite or something to pull out a chair for a lady? Daryl ain't never knew any ladies - least that he could remember and there sure as hell weren't no ladies in the apocalypse. Or really any occasion to pull out chairs. Instead, he lingered awkwardly until she took a seat and slid opposite her, blue eyes studying her with wary curiosity. ​
     
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    Did he just agree to wait with her here? Susan looked up a little bewildered, not having expected him to say yes. In fact she hadn't planed that far ahead. Now what did she do? Susan was never very good at this, in fact most of the time she ignored matters of the heart and romance. Even when another person from Discworld Margo had pointed out that her parents had a beautiful love story Susan had been a bit shocked by it. She had never seen her parents lives as a particularly romantic one nor was their meeting. It just happened that way and really both of them had been a bit silly in their choices that had lead them to a showdown against her grandfather and eventually their release and marriage. Honestly her father was only spared because of her.

    Susan sat down at the table taking a quick glance over the room nervously. How did one even approach a situation in which you had a fairly attractive man sitting close to you in which you were interested in? Susan normally would have saved his life, broken the rules, been scolded by her grandfather, and then they would forget all about her because reality would have to be reset to avoid the event of their death all together in order to save them. Susan was ill equipped to actually flirt with anyone, she didn't have the ability so right now she was walking into unknown waters and they were quickly rising up over her head.

    The best she could do think about her task at hand, try to avoid all the fluffy feelings and focus on 'work'. "So..." Susan paused tapping her fingers against the table. "Where are you from? Geographically speaking, in Pandora." She knew he wasn't from Discworld, perhaps Roundworld? It seemed like quite a few people were from there. It seemed odd only two people were from Discworld in this place. "I've found myself staying in Misty Hollow for the time being though nobody seems to notice me often." Because since she had arrived Susan mostly spent her time not wanting to be seen so people just didn't see her. It wasn't quite like being invisible. Rather Susan just told others minds what they were seeing wasn't real and the human mind as simple as it was blocked her out all together.


     
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    He watched her fingers tap against the table and curled his own into fists, to fight the urge to reach across the table and cover her hand with his. That was - honestly, he didn't know where that urge came from. He'd never had no real example to follow for the whole romantic thing. His ma had died when he was young and while he was sure his dad had loved her, the type of women he brought around were hardly the stuff of fairytales or anythin'. And his older brother? Daryl wasn't sure Merle had ever had a relationship that hadn't ended with a yelling match and something broken. And then, when the world went to shit - people were lucky if they managed to find love, most of the time it just got ripped away from 'em quicker than they could blink. Daryl'd found it easier himself t'just...ignore all that shit. Whatever feelings he had or didn't have, wasn't no use letting 'em out.

    So he didn't.

    He wasn't sure where they went from here - what exactly 'waiting' entailed, or how long they were supposed to wait, or even who she was expecting to turn up. He should probably say something, start a conversation, but his mind was blank, caught up in watching her fingers move. She spoke though, after a couple of moments, and he turned his gaze to her face, brows raising just a little. This was probably the furthest he'd been from Misty Hollow since he'd arrived - hell, he barely knew any of the other places around here, save Pandora Town.

    When she said she was staying in Misty Hollow, his gaze sharpened a bit, feeling his stomach give a little lurch.

    "Yer stayin' in Misty Hollow?" he said, wondering how the hell he'd managed not to see her around. It wasn't a big place by any means, but he did tend to keep to himself, or at least stay near the cabin he shared with Beth and Michonne, and the woods. "'s where I live. Have since I got here," he added. It was home as much as any place was - remote enough that he didn't feel overcrowded like he might in the city, with easy access to the woods (or at least, easy enough, sometimes the woods did try to eat people and shit, but afer dealing with walkers for so long he figured he could handle it).

    "I ain't never seen you around," he said. "And I think - I think I woulda noticed you," he said, cheeks coloring just the slightest. ​
     
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    It seemed interesting, so they were both from Misty Hollow and had both been invited out here? How curious Susan thought. That at least gave a good connections to them and what they may have been called here for. He had brought up a good point however, that he might have noticed her in Misty Hollow and he wasn't wrong. Susan didn't blend into the background, in fact around her the background faded out. She was so horribly obvious not just because of her oddly colored hair but her very nature made her stand out. You couldn't not notice Susan when she walked into a situation. Eyes were always drawn to her, fixed on her, curiosity raised about who she was. A governess, the Duchess of Sto Helit, granddaughter of Death. However Susan did have a means to being unseen. Her only ability to escape the constant attention and eyes fixed on her.

    "No, you wouldn't have noticed me, no easily. I have a funny ability to pass by unseen. It's simple really, at least in my case. I don't want to be seen and so no one sees me." Susan had to remind herself to let a waitress see her again when she sat down looking for food at the dinner. That always proved a mild inconvenience when Susan wanted to to place her order but the waitress kept walking by her like she wasn't even there. Feeling a demonstration was necessary Susan continued to sit there and just focused on not wanting to be seen. She didn't vanish, didn't turn invisible but to him it would be as if she wasn't there. It wasn't an empty seat sitting across from him, just nothing. It seemed odd to understand, not having a lack of a person but not noticing the person as though they were invisible. You actually had to focus and focus hard, be looking for Susan to notice she was sitting right in front of you. Letting her grip off her not being seen it wouldn't seem as though she faded back into place, she was just there again as she had been before.

    "It's one of the many blessings or curses I inherited from my grandfather." She motioned to the black cloak again realizing she was still wearing it. Perhaps not the best attire for a nice sit down with someone. Slowly her hair started to move on it's own will, coiling and straightening as it formed itself into a perfect pristine bun. Her black cloak transforming into a Victorian styled vest and button up white shirt beneath it. A rather practical dark blue skirt making her look more akin to Mary Poppins than Death. Of course one should never mistake Susan for the Mary Poppins sort. "How long have you been in Pandora?" Susan asked seeming a bit curious to know more about him. "I've only just arrive the day after Hogswatch." She realized that might not be what the holiday was called in his world but she wouldn't know the name of it for his world. "You know, the winter Solstice. Jolly fat man flying about delivering gifts to children." Maybe it was close enough to his own holiday he would figure it out.



     
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    “Find it hard t’believe that nobody would notice you,” Daryl said, still kicking himself for someone not noticing her when she’d been under his damn nose the entire time. Wasn’t like Misty Hollow was all that big or nothin’. He could have been havin’ this butterflies fluttering around his stomach feeling ages ago if he’d just fuckin’ paid attention. But then something funny happened. It was like – it was like there was something off. Like his brain was just slipping past something, something he should be seeing and was but wasn’t and it was almost enough to give him a headache before he noticed her again, like nothing happened.

    “Shit...” he breathed, unsure what exactly had happened. But that did explain why he hadn’t seen her before. That was mighty handy, he thought – there were plenty of situations he could have used that. Might have just saved him a few scars if he’d had it growin’ up. “I’ll bet,” he added, only to be further gobsmacked when her hair started movin’ all on its own. He swallowed, stuck between bein’ freaked the fuck out and slightly awed – impressed maybe. Fucking cool. Her clothes had also changed, into something a little less...terrifying, and he found himself staring at her for a few solid moments. Hell, maybe it wasn’t even the change in outfit that had him staring. She was...striking, he thought was the word. Something about her made him want t’keep looking.

    Daryl stared for a moment before the pieces slid together. Christmas. He ain’t never had no jolly man givin’ him gifts, but that was more his own crappy family than not knowin’ the damn holiday. Never heard it called Hogswatch though. “Been here a bit longer than that,” Daryl admitted with a slight shrug. “Three or four years, I’d guess,” he said, after a moment of figuring it out. He wasn’t keepin’ track on no calendar on the wall or nothing – he’d never really gotten back into the whole keeping up with the date thing since his home world had went to shit. Here there didn’t really seem to be any point, but there were enough people around him paying attention that he had a vague idea. “Been in Misty Hollow the whole time,” he said. Going off to another town hadn’t really held any appeal for him – he was close enough to the woods to hunt whenever he wanted (even if the woods were sometimes a little bit man eatin’) and there weren’t enough people t’make him feel claustrophobic.

    “Y’plannin’ on stickin’ around Misty Hollow?” he asked, almost shyly. He wouldn’t mind seein’ her around (so long as she didn’t pull that damn trick).
     
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    Susan normally didn't go out intending to show off her powers, while some thought them odd and unnatural they were just normal to her which tend to make Susan odd and unnatural and she didn't want to be odd. Susan had always just wanted to be normal, to have a normal life and be a normal woman who did normal things but that was never an option with her grandfathers legacy hanging over her head. Now she was just odd and trying to force herself into a round peg while she was star shaped. Either the points would snap off and she would be passable or she would scratch those notched into it and fit all the same. "With my family tree, I've inherited some interesting abilities." Like her walking through the door for instance. Susan refrained from using the term strange or freak when talking about herself but she knew that was what she was. She hoped he didn't view her the same.

    When he looked at her after changing her appearance she tried to figure out if he was freaked out or bothered by it but she didn't think so. He looked a little like she had as a child seeing a tooth fairy for the first time. A bit baffled but mystified. A little like meeting your hero and not knowing what to say or do. In Susan's case however she always knew what to do and what she had done was have a full length conversation with the tooth fairy before telling her that according to her parents she wasn't real. Susan knew people would think she wasn't real either. She was fine with that, happy even. Who actually liked Death and who would like his granddaughter? He told her he had been her for three or four years, seasoned in the way of the Boxworld then. "Well, I suppose you have a better handle on this place than I do then. I'm still trying to figure it out. So far all I know is that without my grandfather here I have been elected to fill his role." She shrugged. "Perhaps that is why I was brought here, to fill a role."

    Pandora wasn't set up like her own world however, there was no pocket dimension for Death, not yet anyways. She could still step outside of time to do her job but Death's realm wasn't here. Did she have to make her own as her grandfather had done? Susan didn't even know how to go about that. Susan nodded her head to his next question. "For now, there is a school there and I'm a highly trained governess. I've been looking into getting a job there as a teacher. I don't exactly have a home there yet, I've been staying at a hotel but I'm sure once I get a position at the school I'll find a permanent place or I'll make one, somewhere, I think." She furrowed her brown not full certain how that was even going to work. "I already have a job but I don't really like it and it doesn't pay. It doesn't need to pay normally."


     
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    Daryl eyed her, eyes a little wide, like he expected her to demonstrate some more. Even though he'd seen the literal damn dead walking around, it was still hard to wrap his mind around what she'd shown him. He couldn't help but be a little fascinated by it, want to see more of it. "I'll say," he rumbled, voice low, still a little awed, almost an aside to himself without any real intention of her hearin'.

    Daryl's chin gave a slight jerk to that - sounded reasonable enough. Almost everybody had a role in some way. Didn't always have to be no grand role or somethin', but he'd found that there was always a place somebody fit. Like Daryl himself, he knew his purpose was to protect his family with his life if he had to, to make sure they survived the apocalypse. He wasn't all too sure what his role was here in Pandora, given there wasn't no apocalypse, but he tended to fill his time makin' sure his family was fed and that nothin' was gettin' to 'em anyway, so it was almost the same.

    He swallowed down an immediate reply that was somethin' akin to he hoped she'd settle somewhere close in Misty Hollow, cos he'd only just met her and that sounded lame as hell. He'd never paid much attention to what jobs were available in Misty Hollow cos he just did the hunting and let the store take whatever extra meat they needed, and he was pretty sure he hadn't known there was no school either. Then again, why would he? Wasn't like he had no kids and Pandora had ripped Judith away. Carl too, like they weren't never there.

    "Doesn't sound like no job then, if it ain't payin',"
    Daryl said, brows furrowed the tiniest bit. "Why ya doin' it if ya don't like it?" Daryl asked. Wasn't like he'd ever had no real job in his entire life, but he couldn't imagine forcin' himself to show up for a job that didn't even pay. Then the world had went to shit and money wasn't something that mattered anymore, which suited him just fine anyway cos it wasn't like he'd ever had much. He figured the world going to shit was so much easier for him than most of the rest of the group cos his world had been shit anyway. If he really thought about it, his life had actually gotten better when the dead started walkin', if only because it'd brought him to his family. ​
     
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    He was perhaps one of the rare people who hadn't run screaming from her abilities or considered her a freak. Most of the world would look at Susan like a freak, even Susan saw herself as a freak. Hard not to considering her situation and position in the world. It was flattering really and pleasant. Yes, pleasant was the world, it was pleasant for someone to like you just as you are. He asked about why she would have a job if she didn't even like it. "It's a family job you could say. I really have no choice in the matter." She clenched her jaw after having said that, wondering if she should say anything more. "I sort of, inherited it, from my grandfather."

    There was a moment of silence as Susan pondered what to do. Honesty was often times the polite thing to do but when you were Death honesty and transparency wasn't so simple. She folded her hands in her lap, her legs crossed as she thought it over and finally got up the courage. "You see, my grandfather, is Death." She gave him a moment to let that all sink in. "When my grandfather isn't around then I have to fill his role as I am the only human born with his powers and the only human capable of doing his job. He took my father on as an apprentice once which left my father gifted with his abilities and of course Death had adopted my mother when she was left an orphan on one of his reaps. Unfortunately for me the rules seem to be just the same and since I was brought over and not my grandfather I now have to act as Death within Pandora."

    This was a lot for him to take in, he was going to run. Nobody with any common sense would sit here and continue to have a conversation with Death, thee Death. Well, she wasn't that Death but she was a Death. The human Death which was a nicer reaper to get, at least in comfort level. "This must seem a little unusual to you, sitting at a table in a snowy little town talking to the granddaughter of Death." Susan wouldn't have blamed him if he ran off, this was a large reason she didn't even bother to date, not that this was a date. She hadn't intended it to be a date but rather a reaping unless somehow someone else had intended it to be a date. "Would you like something to drink?" Susan asked and looked over to the bar that sat at the other side of the room they were in. Susan wasn't a drinker but she was thirsty and assumed they had water.


     
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    There was the slightest tinge of an uneasy feelin' in the pit of his stomach when she said she was the granddaughter of death - whatever the fuck that meant. Death was something Daryl'd spent most of his life fighting against, more than ever after the world went to shit. He and his family fought and fought, tooth and nail each and every day, just to make it to the next day. But her? She didn't seem so bad. She continued explaining and he could only listen and look at her, attention rapt as he sat across the table from her. He imagined that'd be shit, inheriting a job like that. He wondered if she got tired of it, if she ever tried to save nobody.

    He studied her for a moment, curious and wondering, like he was trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together but wasn't especially bothered by it, at least not enough t'get up and run on out, or reach for the nearest weapon or somethin'. There was a time when every word out of her mouth woulda sounded like bullshit, but after what had gone on back home and Pandora in general, hell, there wasn't a lot he wouldn't believe these days.

    His fingers twitched, though, with the desire to reach across the table and put a hand over hers. Which was ain't something he ever did even with people he knew 'n liked, so he wasn't sure where the hell it was comin' from.

    "Ain't unusual. Least, not more 'n where I came from," he said, with a slight uprising of one shoulder. "Back home, the dead came back all ugly 'n rottin' 'n tried t'eat the living. Way I see it, I'd much prefer dyin' if it came lookin' like you," he said, the tips of his ears turning a subtle shade of red, his tone sincere if a bit gruff, awkward like he wasn't sure how to actually form a compliment, the words strange and odd in his mouth. He eyed her as she asked if he wanted a drink.

    Wasn't sure if that was a good idea, with the way he was feelin' cos it was so damn unusual, but he wouldn't mind a beer, at least. Did that mean anything? They were just supposed t'be waitin', drinkin' implied they might be round for a while. He didn't mind that though, even just thinking about heading back to Misty Hollow filled him with a reluctance he wasn't sure how to explain.

    "A beer, maybe,"
    he finally decided. "Can get it - did you want somethin'?"
     
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    Seemed like his world had a necromancer problem, or maybe a vampire problem? Susan knew now that Discworld vampires could come back from just about anything. Margo had come back after having her head lopped off. Though vampires wouldn't be rotting bodies so it was more likely a necromancer. He hadn't run off though and that was...good? Susan didn't know, who would stick around to chat with death other than a freak? A freak like Teatime. Just remembering that childish assassin made Susan internally cringe. Not because he had frightened her but because he had been an awful annoyance to the whole Hogswatch problem.

    Then he said something, a rather charming something, at least to her. It made Susan's checks light up a rosy red with her birthmark shining through again. The three white marks across her face like finger marks from a hard slap. "That's actually quite sweet. I suppose some people do prefer me over my grandfather because I'm less terrifying to look at though I have meet some who were disappointed. They were expecting the skeleton in black robes. Not a girl in black robes. Grandfather is a little better at holding conversations as well. It's normal for him to talk to the dead, who else would he talk to? For me it's still a bit...odd. After all, what do you say to someone who's only just died?"

    I'm sorry just never seemed to cut it really. There was at times that morbid curiosity, that driving desire to know how someone ended up dying in the more unusual scenes. Only recently there had been a man in the bathroom who was just a head. The rest of him was all over the place. She hadn't asked feeling it would have been rude but Susan wanted to know if he had swallowed an explosive because at least from what she could see that was what it had seemed. "There are worse things than Death I suppose. Believe me." What was worse than dying? Being Death, Susan would answer that one quickly for you without skipping a beat.

    Susan was about to get up to get a drink but he had mentioned getting it instead which caused the governess to take her seat again. "Water is fine thank you." So polite Susan. Of course she was always polite, especially when she was stern and most of all when setting an example for her charges. "After meeting a friend of mine I try not to drink just in case I cause him any...headache." The Oh God of Hangovers. Yes, he was a thing, Bilious. Poor fool, as soon as she had sobered him up things seemed a bit better for him. Susan waited for him to come back with the drinks all the while pondering still why she would be tricked here and who had that ability. Certainly not Daryl. He didn't seem like a wizard and this had been the trick of magic.

    Once he returned Susan furrowed her brow a little. "Who would have the ability in Pandora to trick Death? Do you know of anyone or heard of someone with that sort of power? I find it odd, I've been sitting on it since I arrived and I can't think of anyone even within Discworld who could manage it or why. I do know the Wizards are able to summon me but not set up a false reaping."


     
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    Daryl really wasn't sure anyone who hadn't come from his world would believe it. Hell, up unitl it'd actually happened, he'd have thought someone was off their rocker if they tried to say that the dead came back and were eating the living. Sometimes he wished he could still have that mindset.

    His head ducked slightly - he wasn't sure how sweet it was or not, but not before he caught sight of the blush on her cheeks, and the mark that bled through it. His eyes lingered for a moment before shifting toward the table and he cleared his throat, trying to get his mind back on track so he could listen to her.

    Daryl couldn't answer that. Hell, up until Pandora he was pretty sure that the only thing that happened to people after they died was rottin' in the dirt - though Susan's existence kinda led him to belive that that wasn't the case, at least where she was from. The closest Daryl ever had was sayin' words to the dyin', and they weren't nothin' special. Amounted t'nothin' more than sorry, and even that felt inadequate. But it was what it was. The world was unfair and all that bullshit. He was sure he didn't wanna get stuck with her job though - he saw enough death as it was, and he could only imagine that some people would be pissed t'hell to have her comin' for 'em. Daryl himself had never been afraid of dyin', but he wasn't exactly lookin' to it with a smile or nothin'.

    "Mhm," Daryl agreed. He didn't know if there was anythin' left of the people after they died and came back as walkers, and he sure as hell hoped not, but that - ? That was the worst thing he could imagine. Comin' back and rippin' into someone he loved, someone he woulda died to protect.

    Daryl eyed her curiously but decided not to question it - he was learnin' - even after all these years - sometimes it was better t'just not question it. So, he got up and went over to the bar, ordering himself the cheapest beer they had and a water. It didn't take long for him to get the drinks and he turned, gaze finding Susan at the table. He felt his heart do some weirdass flip in his chest and swallowed, teeth worrying at his lower lip for a good long moment. He didn't know what this was, or why he was hanging around here when it was obvious the thing he'd gotten was a mix up or somethin', or why the thought of just heading back to Misty Hollow and forgetting about all of this was just about intolerable.

    He just knew that it was.

    So he headed back over, sitting back down across from her after setting her water down. His brow rose at the question and he took a pull of beer, eyeing her for a moment. "Nah, ain't heard of nobody like that," he said. "It is Pandora though, things don't always go as they did back home. I stopped thinkin' too hard about it after a while," he admitted. ​
     
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    As he went to get the drinks Susan took a minute to straighten herself up. Her hair was naturally always neat and perfect because she could will it into perfection. She smoothed out her vest to be more presentable since there wasn't much else Susan could do. She was already as prim and proper as a single human being could get. When he came back she smiled a little, trying to be friendly and sweet. Now who was the one pretending to be something they were not? Taking her water she took a little sip before looking back at him. "Thank you." Susan wrapped her hands around the glass, her brown eyes shifting about before they landed back on him. Nervous wasn't a nice color on her. Normally Susan had a confidence only one could get from being the granddaughter of Death.

    He was right though, Pandora wasn't like her home, if someone could drag her into Pandora and keep her from leaving or even returning to her grandfathers realm than this was a scenario she had never faced before. Something strong, even than Death. That idea was frightful, not that Susan was frightened but if she was to be frightened this would be what would do it. "That seems to be just the problem with this place, back in Discworld there are very specific laws to the universe and for people like me. Rules that are part of a much larger system keeping everything in at least relative order." Anyone who was smart enough knew there wasn't much order, just what the Auditors tried to create and really more recently they had crossed Susan in a way that was best to avoid doing.

    "Yet here everything is chopped up, it doesn't all fit together or belong. It's bits and pieces of other worlds all put together and..." Susan stopped herself because it was a little unsettling for a lack of a better word. Everything that made her Death also made her currently feel so wrong in this world, as if she was playing shattered pieces of so many different Deaths. She took another sip of her water, letting this conversation slid away. No need losing her head over such trivial things. Since when had her life ever made any sense? Why would she expect it to make even a little more now in a different world? "It likely hasn't been any easier for you I'd imagine. Couldn't be easy for anyone to just show up in a new place, with or without powers and prior abilities. They all mean nothing here."


     
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    Daryl gave a short little nod, the corner of his mouth almost lifting into a smile at her thanks. It wasn't an expression that was familiar on his face - but it was getting easier and easier the longer he was in her company. His thumb absently scratched the label of the beer bottle as he looked over at her, taking in her words, a tiny furrow in his brow at the mention of a place he'd never heard of before. Wasn't no big surprise, he guessed, considering most people in Pandora weren't from places he'd heard of, but there was always a moment where it just seemed weird. He made a noise of understanding, though he couldn't say the same about back home. Nothing made sense after the world went to shit - all the stuff they thought they knew? Like the dead stay dead didn't apply anymore.

    Daryl shrugged yet again, taking a pull from his beer. "Life's a hellofalot better here than it was at home," he admitted. Did he miss Georgia sometimes? Sure. Did he miss the family that hadn't managed to get pulled in yet? Definitely. Did he miss the walkers and the death and the fighting every single moment to survive? Hell no. "It wasn't easy when I first got here, I guess," he said, although that was mostly due to the fact that he'd immediately been taken captive and held in a bunker, then tortured along with Beth for a few days before they escaped. He was pretty sure that wasn't no typical introduction to Pandora though. "But ain't nothing easy where I came from."

    There was still weird and dangerous shit in Pandora, but it there wasn't any need to be alert at all times, no need to look over his shoulder and be on edge, knife poised to take out a threat. Here they had time to celebrate holidays, and do dumb shit like go to the grocery store or worry about taking his damn shoes off when he came into the house (well, he never worried bout that, but certain other members of the household did and he was wise not to piss her off). Hell, he could even go walking round at night, so long as he stayed within the barrier, and not have to worry about not making it back.

    "It's home now as much as where I came from," he said. "There's good things here too, eventually," he said, which was a bit more open than he usually was, head dipping slightly. Like right now, this was a good thing, even if he couldn't explain why, or what he was feeling. ​
     
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    Susan looked down at her water, it was still too soon for her to say if she liked it here honestly. She was more so indifferent. What did she really have in Discworld outside of her grandfather? What did she have that this place could offer her? Neither place had a spot for her to belong. Looking up at Daryl for a moment a thought flashed through her mind toying at the concept that perhaps it was here with him she belonged. This could be her home with him. Susan almost instantly slapped the idea away thinking it silly and childish to somehow think that way. "Life as far as common luxury came easy for me. I was born into the unfortunate role of Duchess within my world and ascended to the title before my time. My parents died when I was 16 years old. I was sent to the finest schools as a child but my struggle had always been trying to fit in. I don't fit in anywhere, I only stand out."

    Standing out worked very well and fine for people who wanted to be noticed but that was the trouble. Susan hadn't wanted to be noticed. The title of Duchess of Sto Helit hadn't been one Susan had aspired to, nor had the title of Death. In fact with all her time and talent Susan had worked to become a governess. "I don't know where home is for me, it wasn't in Sto Helit, it isn't in Ank Morpork." What image came to her mind when she thought of home? Death, when she thought of home she thought of Death. Not in the morbid sort of way, not as in her parents death but rather she thought of his realm. They black, white, and shades of grey. It felt like home even if Susan told herself it wasn't her home.

    Her eyes drifted back to him at the mention of good things being here. Was, was he referring to her? Susan glanced down to her water again before lifting it up to take a sip. Her mouth had suddenly become so dry. Eyes nervously darting away, left without any clue of what to do or say and this didn't happen often to her. There was a sense of panic and dread. Had she done something silly? Was she doing something silly now? Clearing her throat she set the glass back down on the table and gave him a little smile. Should she have smiled at him? "I'm certain, eventually I'll find something worth keeping me here for." Susan spoke up almost internally slapping herself the second the words had left her mouth. Why would she say that? "What was your world like before? Before the bad things happened there?"


     
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    He eyed her, gaze solemn. He could understand that, not fitting in anywhere. His problem wasn't that he stood out or nothin' - he was pretty good at blendin' into the background, but just that prior to the world going to shit, there hadn't been no place for him. He was a drifter, doing fuck all with his life, and had been set to continue on that path til he kicked the bucket. Back then, he hadn't known enough to find that fact sad, it was just what it was. He'd never wanted to fit in though, didn't give enough of a crap about what other people thought and aside from his family, he was pretty content being on his own.

    Usually.

    Daryl looked up at her at that, gaze subtly searching her face. He didn't think she meant anything by that, but he couldn't help the way his heart had stuttered in his chest, for just half a moment. Shit, the fuck was wrong with him. He swallowed, taking another pull of beer to get himself together as he straightened up, teeth worrying his lower lip as he took in her question. "Normal, I guess," he said, not sure how to explain it to someone who didn't appear to be from Earth. "Bad things happened long b'fore the world went to shit though," he said. He hadn't really known no different at the time, just followed after Merle and did what he said, and he hadn't realized just how shitty everything was until he'd become apart of a group who actually gave a shit about him.

    "I was better off, after," he admitted, eyeing her from strands of hair falling into his eyes. He was silent for a few moments, then glanced over toward the door, which no one had come in or out of since they'd sat down. "I don't think whoever did this is coming," he admitted, looking over at her. He hesitated for a moment, looking indecisive before he took a breath. "We could stay though -" he said, practically having to force the words out of his mouth as his heart sped up in his chest. He was an idiot, a fucking idiot - but just - he had to ask. "Ain't ever really got something like this for free b'fore," he said, with a slight shrug.

    Didn't have to mean nothing (though he wasn't sure he wasn't hoping it did). ​
     
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    True, same could be said of Ank Morpork or Discworld in general though it seemed the place had a funny habit of having catastrophic events frequently take place there. Some would blame it on magic and wizards while others would blame it on bad luck. Susan just blamed it on people, people weren't very smart, even wizards. Human error was catastrophic in general and even Susan wasn't always excused from human error. She was just a little more immune to it due to her nature. Seemed a bit sad to be better off in a chaotic world than a stable on but Susan supposed some people thrived in chaos. As for herself she thrived just about anywhere. She had to agree however glancing over to the door, still no one had shown up and Susan didn't even know how much time had passed. She supposed quite a bit really, it was unusual for her to lose track of the time.

    "I am so use to people trying to set traps or get my attention. I can never be too certain. Last person who set a delicate trap was trying to kill the Hogfather and then later my own grandfather." Susan tapped her foot on the ground remembering her blind toss at Teatime to kill him with the fire poker. She had been lucky it hadn't hurt her grandfather instead. However the idea that there was nothing keeping them both here was a little frightful. Susan looked up at Daryl expecting him to leave now that there was no reason to stay. There was a sinking sensation in her stomach. Was this what it felt like to have hope die? Susan didn't really know that feeling because she had never been hopeless despite everything in her life. Susan perked up again however when Daryl said he might as well stay because he had never gotten anything like this for free.

    A little smile crossed her face and reached her warm brown eyes before Susan looked back to the door and stood up. "Well, since we aren't bound to wait for some stranger trying to pull us into some sort of trap how about we do something else. When I came here the ride was lovely enough. It's lovely outside tonight, we might as well go and explore this place." Pulling up the hood of her jacket Susan walked to the door, again forgetting the laws of physics as she passed through the solid barrier without so much as a pause. Reaching the other side she realized of course normal humans were not capable of the same abilities. Turning around she turned the handle of the door and opened it up glancing back inside the inn. "Are you coming?"

    There was a playfulness to Susan's tone she normally didn't hold. Having sensed his master Binky came trotting back to the front of the inn, seeming to have come from out of thin air when in reality the horse had just stepped back into time. He snorted and bobbed his head in greeting, his long white mane fluttering as he moved. He was a beautiful horse, breathtaking even with the clarity of just how white he was. Pure white like milk, not a spot of grey or black on his body and in fact Binky was the only true white horse to exist. Not grey as all other 'white' horses were but truly white. He wore a black bridle and saddle that stood out in stark contrast against the horse who almost faded into the snowy background and made it easier to tell against the snow that a horse was actually standing there. 'This is Binky. He's my grandfathers horse." The pale horse as they called him though to his family Binky was his given name.