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Hey chicklets, how you all been? Nothing's been blown up yet, has it?

Got a word of advice for you, though. [ She holds up a bottle that has only a mouthful of liquid left in it. ] Fuckin' moderation. Apparently fairies know a thing or two about liquor. [ Annnd then she gulps down the last of her drink in one go, grimacing and sticking her tongue out in disgust after it's gone. ]

[ So yeah hi world, Apollo's basically been on a bender for a week (or more, hell if she remembers at this point) so she hasn't been paying attention to anything. From the disheveled look of her, she probably just woke up for the day (even though it's afternoon) and is somewhere between hungover and still a little drunk from the night before. The woman is also wearing an excessive amount of shiny, mostly gold jewelry - some of it's left red marks on the skin of her face and chest where she fell asleep on it, other pieces are literally weaved into her little (now falling apart) braids. ]

Anyway, I discovered a disturbing lack of shit to kill here. Come on, aren't there any dragons or sea monsters or giant tigers or some shit I can wrestle to the ground and shoot in the face? Gods, girl's gotta get some energy out once in a while, you know.

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[ Oh god it's gonna take her ages to understand the facetwins thing. For now she's just gonna assume it's Reid because why wouldn't she? ]

Uh. Probably. Feel the hangover comin' on though, pretty sure this one's gonna be a bitch.

[He's going to be pissed there's someone else with his face. It's his, get your own, Reid.]

Right. [That explains that then, the talk of weird things. At least, so he thinks.]

Are there good places to party around here? [Priorities, he has them.]

Sure there are! Been to a bunch of great places this week. There was one place in uh... shit where was I... [ Goddamnit where was that place. Actually what the hell did it even look like? ] Shit, I dunno. Broke a dude's fingers though, I remember that much.

Guess it depends on how you're feelin' though. What kinda party you after this time?

Really? Sounds like that was fun, or at least interesting.

[Dyme loves a good bar fight every now and then himself, and he admires a lady who can handle herself. Not that he'd ever hit a chick, but he still admires it because there are other people who would. Less polite than him and all.

He shrugs.]

Maybe just some place with really good booze where I can get really drunk and no one will give a shit.

What can I say, fun just follows me around.

I'd do Highcrest for that! Good, strong ale over there that you can drink until you don't know your ass from your elbow.

Ale, huh?

[Sounds old fashioned. He'll find out all about that whenever he takes a trip to that district, though.]

I like the sound of that. Thanks for the advice.

My name's Dyme, by the way. Dyme Marsterson.

Welcome! [ She gives a little salute and a smile at first, but then pauses and suddenly looks a little confused when she realizes what he said afterwards. ] Wait, you're who?

[Oh, he's used to this kind of reaction. He figures it's just because she knows who he is, though. Being famous has given him a big ego.]

Dyme Marsterson. The one and only. You heard of me before?

[ Prepare to have ego punched, then! ] No I mean, who the fuck is Dyme Marsterson? I thought you said your name was Reid!

[Ouch.]

Who the fuck is Reid? I've never even met you before, I definitely wouldn't introduce myself as Reid. Since I'm not.

[Well now he's just confused. What's going on here.]

...Does he really look that much like me? [And act similar or something?]

Who I thought you were! What, are you his twin brother?

[ LEANS IN AND INSPECTS HIM CLOSELY ] Affirmative! Got the same sort of, uh, [ gestures vaguely towards her face ] thing here going on!

[And just like that, that confusion is now anger. Not at her, just at...things.]

No. I had a brother, and his name sure as fuck wasn't Reid.

[Alright, calm, he can be calm, he can brush this off like it's nothing.]

I'll have to meet him sometime though, if he's as handsome as I am.

[ It's all cool, she doesn't seem at all bothered by his moment of rage. ] That mean he's gone now? [ She probably shouldn't be asking about that, but she is anyway. ]

Maybe you can style each other's hair and dress each other up in cute little outfits! Or manly little outfits, whatever.

Yeah. That means he's gone now. [And that is a touchy subject. Nyckel's always a touchy subject for him, no matter who or what or where brings it up.]

Maybe. [Well, that's a vaguely amusing image.]

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