At the Inn 02

*tsks and grins, amused*

Upsetting female personages must be avoided in all situations, eh?

Teasing them, though, is to be encouraged.

And what about those who are upset by teasing?

Then it's best to find that out early on, isn't it?

*Thought he was generally extremely gentle...*

A point.

I think Sylvie's having a bad day...

I blame my writer -_-#

Or maybe I should blame Mutt. Or both of them.

See, Anke decided that I hate giving a bad impression, and then Weft got upset at me, and Suitov's stupid little joke took the same line...

Ye gods. Have you any idea what you'd have to do to make a good impression on Weft?

(Frankly, nobody has.)

Kill him dead in a pretty way?

["Nobody has made a good impression on Weft" or "Nobody has any idea how to make a good impression on Weft"?]

Don't ask me. I'm not sure I would want to try, despite how much I like him.

Are you speaking for me again?

No. Never. If I did, Helmine would kill me even more often.

Well, let it just be known that if I haven't left a good impression, I'll do it anyway. Just for fun.

Yes. Now, where did I put my eleven foot poles...

Y-you're all dead except Sebastian, ok? *figures this is the safest option; also, is nervous and entirely confused*

No, not OK. *seethe*

Go to hell. I hope you freeze your toes off.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm headed there soon enough anyway.

I don't suppose I could make a deal with whoever lords over your particular brand of hell? I haven't tried that yet.

Now there's an idea...

Oh, and sorry, folks, but I'm going to have t-- *knocks Weft out cold again* To do that. Otherwise - well, I don't much want him hurt.

Sebastian, it's not mine, and I'm not all that familiar with Lady Winter, but I cannot think of hearing of any deals - at least none that did not involve the other party dying.

*nudges Weft with a foot a bit*
Now, that's a useful trick...

Well, I was... um, talking about Weft's hell.

Ah. I was wondering why you'd want to freeze off bits.

I like the sound of this Lady Winter. Sebastian, for the record, I think the person you're asking about would be someone called Ginu. *is close, but wrong*

I fear he'll still be a spitting fury when he wakes up. With any luck, though, he'll be angry with me instead.

She's in charge of collecting and, er, housing the souls of the dead, in the belief of some peoples on her homeworld. *points at Sylvie* They get sorted, partly by the way they died, partly by attitude and deeds in their life, into different realms. All of those realms lie in eternal winter, but, say, in Lady Winter's Garden every day is sunny, with pristine snow crunching under your feet... Nicer than the Howling Islands, where an eternal storm rages.

Lady Winter is supposed to be rather kind, unless you did something abominable like killing a child or leaving someone in a snowstorm to die, but only to souls - she doesn't like living people. (Don't ask me why she objects to certain killings, then; I don't know.)

(Sylvie, meanwhile, considers what exactly she said about Lady Winter, and sidles away from Suitov.)

Perhaps dying in a snowstorm or while young results in a lower quality of soul, so that she wants to discourage killings of that sort.

Storms are nice. Variety is important, though.

I like listening to storms outside while being inside some cozy place. Being caught outside in a storm is not so great...

I agree on the variety.

I guess something odd happens to the memory of the souls of the dead, otherwise any place that is the same every day would drive anyone bonkers in the long run.

From what Baskerville remembers about his place of origin, I think that's about right.