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Esmerelda Weatherwax (ms_weatherwax) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-07 19:35:00

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!dropped, day 10, esmerelda weatherwax, l lawliet, location: church

Day 10 - Morning
Who: Granny Weatherwax & L Lawliet
What: first meeting
Where: near the church
When: Day 10, around 10am
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

Even though she didn't like to think of herself as such, Granny Weatherwax was an old person. Therefore she needed only a few hours of sleep every day. That night she almost hadn't slept at all, between the uncomfortable bedding and the feelings that the place was giving her.
Her neighbors were probably glad when she got up; nobody ever had the courage to tell her but Granny made in her sleep some noises that couldn't be simply described with "snore".
Granny was already fully dressed when she got up - she had no intention of undressing in foreign places after all the stories she'd heard from Gytha. Granted, Gytha could tell similar stories about Lancre too, but in Granny's mind it was better safe than sorry.
She fixed her own iron-hard bun as her only concession to toilette and stepped outside.

For some time she walked around. She didn't met anybody, which was a bit of a surprise for her. In Lancre everyone got up at the crack of dawn and the sun was already up on the horizon.
But she enjoyed the quiet. Some of the people she'd met the other day had been... simply awful!
Granny made a face. They hadn't shown her no respect! Nobody even recognized her as a witch!
She'd only got the vague concern that people offered to the elderly and the weak, and in her opinion Grann was neither.
She was tempted to do some magic just to prove her point, but that would be acting like a wizard. She wouldn't be having any of that.
Her footsteps brought her to the door of a large building. Granny had seen Unseen University once, and this building reminded her very much of that.

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-10 06:34 am UTC (link)

Undead people walking around were, in Granny's mind, definitely zombies. But she remembered all that business with the voodoo lady in Genua and decided not to insist. It was no point arguing with this young man, who apparently had enough problems of his own already.
She just hoped that when he said zombies he just spoke by hearsay. It wouldn't be nice to find out that the place was full of dead people walking around.

Granny pursed her lips when L insisted. He was certainly being stubborn! The witch considered him to be a bit slow.
The truth was that, even though Granny remembered her exact age, she didn't like giving it out. She saw no point to it, since it only served to increase some people's erroneous impression that she was getting too old.
"I sure ain't a century old, so don't even think it!" she said sternly, crossing her arms as a defense against foreign-ness in general.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-10 01:41 pm UTC (link)

L was stubborn in ways, and slow in others. When a person had intelligence like his, other parts of them had to be lacking to compensate for that kind of overendowment.

"Not a century old... so... more than that?" L hazarded a guess. "Most of the people I've known haven't lived to be as old as you, so... I guess it's just unusual to meet someone who's lived anywhere near that long."

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-10 04:56 pm UTC (link)

"No," Granny said. You could have used the sharpness in her voice to cut diamonds, but this seemed to have little effect on the man in front of her.
"I was born in the century of the fruitbat," she said, determined to leave it at that.

Over a century old?
Granny didn't know what to think any more. L seemed normal enough most of the time, but then came out with the most outrageous things.
"How would you feel if I were the one askin' you questions all the time?" she remarked. "Like what's your name, how old are you, where are you from...?"

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inmyownworld
2009-06-12 12:36 pm UTC (link)

L quirked an eyebrow at that odd time period. Wherever this woman had come from, things seemed more than a little bit strange. "Fruitbats," he said, nodding. "I think I understand." People born in that century have a predilection for becoming batty old women. Will remember this.

"My name is Ryuzaki. I'm twenty-five and I was born in Paris, France," L said, shrugging as if it meant nothing. It was the first time Granny had asked, after all, so it was easy for him to pretend that he would have given the answers this easily if she'd only thought to ask at an earlier time. "I suppose I don't feel like my privacy is terribly compromised, Granny Weatherwax. So now that you know something about me... how old are you?"

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ms_weatherwax
2009-06-12 04:48 pm UTC (link)

Granny couldn't even start to guess what the young man had understood, but she gladly dropped the subject. Or at least, she would have been willing to drop it if the man had done the same.
She was a bit taken back when he introduced himself, especially with that silly name, and he was claiming to be from... where? Granny was increasingly annoyed by the amount of foreigners she'd had to meet in the last day.

And now this man - Ryuzaki - kept insisting!
Granny was starting to think that maybe turning him into a frog wouldn't have been such a bad idea, and had to exert all of her self control to prevent herself from doing so.
"This and that is two completely unrelated matters," she said, feeling very vexed. "If you must know I'm a bit older than sixty. There."
It was only marginally a lie, since she was older than sixty by over a decade, but she was annoyed at this person for thinking she was a crazy old woman. Darn this whole place!

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