[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[killtime]

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Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!


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[mortelix]

[ while some may have practiced some form of caution with someone they just met, mort has no such reservations. he seems relaxed, despite his rigid posture as he takes the drink in hand. allowing it to swirl in its cup as he begins to answer her inquiry. ] That would be a fair assumption.

A dragon. [ which at this point, probably isn't all too difficult to believe considering his horns and tail. regardless, by her words, it's clear she isn't off-put by his age. which he can only presume is derived by some sense of familiarity.

hence, he seems to tilts his head slightly towards her as he takes a small sip. ] And yourself?

[killtime]

[ It'd be a harder thing to believe if she hadn't already been in hell for two months and change, surrounded by yokai of all kinds and Lost Souls from universes far stranger than her own. Her own home was, by comparison, an exceedingly normal version of Earth — with her and a handful of others like her being the obvious exceptions. But these days, she doesn't bat an eyelash to hear the man beside her announce himself to be a dragon. That seems reasonable, all other things in hell considered.

She is, however, cagey by nature. Very private. And not generally the type to humor personal questions. But she's always been drawn to people who might understand her immortality too — and it's hard to resist the impulse to reach out.

At length: ]

Human. As far as I know. [ With a twinge of wryness then: ] I was born like humans are. And I'll die like humans do. I just haven't yet. Not for the last six thousand and eight hundred years or so.

[mortelix]

[ it's difficult to deny that mort had some preconceived notions about humans. though, not all negative. they were a progressive and crafty race - fully capable of evolving into something beyond their means, and mort thought it was an impressive way to be. but, as far as he knew, despite all that they're capable of... they're definitely not the sort to have a lifespan of thousand of years.

it's why, it gives him a bit of pause.

had she proclaimed she were another race entirely, mort would have likely been far less surprised. intrigued, his brows raise slightly, albeit the rest of his expression is still rather controlled. ] Would it truly be considered dying as a human if you haven't yet? [ he thought what made a human death a human death was their short-lived nature and fragility. or that's what it typically entailed.

which also brings the question how she was so certain she was human? would it not be natural to have similar doubts. after all, the only human mort knew that lived that long was less a human and more of an incarnation of the gods. ] I've only heard of a similar instance once in my life...

[killtime]

[ Andy wouldn't know what else to call herself, if not human. Maybe that's wishful thinking — maybe that's just her clinging to some kind of tether, some scrap of humanity that keeps her from losing herself to the long, long years. She doesn't know what still makes her human, only that she thinks she is. Feels that she is. Hopes. But there's no other human she knows or has ever known who has lived as long as she has. Even the others like her — so-called immortals — her boys back home aren't even half her age combined.

But then again, there's no one to tell her what she can or can't be. So human it is, for now. ]

There have been others like me. I've watched them go. There's never anything special about it. [ There's something distant in her voice when she says that. ] The centuries of being invincible don't matter then. One day, it just stops. There's no reason. No warning. It just happens. Could be a bullet, or a blade. But the power abandons you, and you fucking die in the blood and dirt, just like everyone else. Eventually, it'll be my turn too.

[ Finally, she glances over at Mort. Truthfully, she's not entirely sure why she's telling him all this — a virtual stranger. She hasn't told anyone else. Even the people closest to her. Not like this. ]

I don't even know why. Didn't know I'd live like this until the first time someone tried to kill me. If there's some greater power or some fucking curse behind it all, I haven't figured it out for almost seven thousand years.