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Okay, I'm all for Norse mythology and stuff, but really? This isn't LARPing gone wrong or something, is it?

[Because that would suck. Also she'd kill Alice for letting her get anywhere near it. Or if this is a joke. Because then she'll resurrect the girl and kill her again. Vampire vs human status notwithstanding.]
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[[ EDIT later on in the day. ]]
Since a lot of people don't know what LARPing is, it's an Acronym.

Live
Action
Role
Play.

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[ Squinting oh-so-intently at that text. ]

I do not understand the question.

[...W o w, this guy actually looks the part, too. So this was some elaborate LARPing thing?]

LARPing. Live Action Role Playing.

[ That... Does not really help in the slightest. His brow furrows a little deeper and he remains oblivious to her skepticism. ]

In this city, we all play a role in staving off the grey. But there are others you may be able to communicate with who can better answer your question, my lady; I have not been here long myself.

[This guy is so into it you cannot convince her otherwise- he just breathes this stuff doesn't he.]

The grey. Okay. Do you know if there's a way to beat this 'grey' and get out of here?

[ He sure does. And he has the scars to prove it. ]

I am told that one should aim to live their life to the fullest here. By doing so, the color will return bit by bit to this realm and the end of days may be averted.

But in truth, all I have learned of this place has been passed down by my companions. They have lived here much longer than myself. Have you no friends from home to call upon, my lady?

So this is less of a game and more of a life-style type thing?

[Y a y. But lets be honest here. Bella is really trying to cling to sanity. To reality. Because there's no way this can be real. Vampires? Sure. That's semi-believable. Especially with proof. But this? This is some ... sort of hallucination. She'd been on her way to class, no hopping off the Bifrost and into Asgard. To save it, no less.]

I haven't seen anyone I recognize yet.

[Or heard from anyone. Which is kind of upsetting. Her cell isn't working, either.]

So for argument's sake, lets say this place is real. How long have people been here? Is it like a mass kid-napping thing, or do you have to sign up for it?

I cannot say when the first of us came to this place, but there are companions of mine who have been living here many months before me.

None of us have come by choice, although there are some like myself who may prefer it here to what awaits us at home.

[None.. by choice. Okay, for a 'game', that was really creepy. And really not okay. So this was some sort of mass kidnapping, then.

A chill runs down her spine. Not okay. Especially with the whole 'being alone' bit.]

You'd rather stay here? [Wait, that's a bit personal.]

Sorry.

What's your name?

[ He would have answered but is grateful for the opportunity to pass nonetheless. ]

I am Sir Percival, knight of Camelot. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?

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