008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks.

That doesn't mean she hasn't been trying to sweet-talk them into it for the better part of an hour. And by sweet-talk, I mean whining pitifully because she really doesn't want to get thrown out for taking matters into her own hands. ] --c'mo~on. Can't you just pour me something a little stronger? I'm going to need a whole lot more than this. [ She remarks, fingernail grazing the edge of the colorful cocktail glass. ]

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[ Action : Around Town : Open ]
[ Later, no matter how much she had to work at it, she managed to get herself sufficiently smashed (for a short while, at least)! You can encounter her:

1) Wandering the neighborhood, humming some old tune to herself as she sways.
2) Attempting to enter your home and not realizing why her stupid key isn't working...
3) Napping on your front lawn. ]

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[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[ The suit kneels by her, and removes it's head... or rather helm, revealing a freckled, craggy face framed by blond hair that tends just slightly towards silver, and grey eyes about the color of rain. He speaks, his voice still deep enough to rattle someone's chest, even without the amplification of his helm ]

You are drunk, Mamzel. And I do not believe your mistress is here. Do you require assistance?

[not_so_great_wall]

Oh, there was a person inside of it the whole time! That must be why we have to keep it clean... [ Since otherwise, what was the point of maintaining armor no one wore? ] My name's not Mamzel, though.. it's Meiling!

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

A pleasure to meet you, Meiling, I am sure. [ He waits patiently for her to register that he is offering her help, but does open his right hand, holding out out to her to assist her up, if she requires it. ]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ The redhead takes that big hand and hauls herself up, mostly steady. ] Thank you! Um... what's your name?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Garviel Loken, and you are? [ He smiles at her slightly, a patient smile, like someone used to dealing with drunks. ]

[not_so_great_wall]

Meiling, silly! [ She thinks she said it before... is she wrong? ] I'm Hong Meiling!

oh god I derped a tag. so sorry! Fortunately I can save it.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Ah. Good, now I have your full name. Names are important things, you see. They signify much about us. Would you care for some tea?

I should have asked if you meant it OTL

[not_so_great_wall]

Oh, if it's a full name you want! [ Feet apart, she squares her shoulders and poses dramatically. ] I am Hong Meiling, the Great Wall, the Rainbow Dragon, the Gatekeeper of the Scarlet Devil Mansion!

And tea sounds good!

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I am just Garviel Loken. Once I had greater titles, but I have fallen, as my Primarch and legion did. [ The huge marine ushers her inside, gently, and points to a sofa. ] Sit on that while I begin to brew it.

[not_so_great_wall]

That's no good, but it looks like you got back up to me! [ She was taking that far too literally. Fortunately for him, she is easily led, though she settles onto the couch like a ton of bricks. Needless to say, she's not going anywhere for a bit. ] Okay~!

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel heads out to brew some tea, brings her some cookies in the meantime. The nicest spehss mehreen. ] Eat these while you wait.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Her eyes light up. ] Ooh, cookies! [ You are her best friend right now because all that booze and not a bit of food to go with it wasn't the best idea. ] Thank you very much~

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

You are, of course, welcome. [ Garviel goes back to fuss with the tea a bit, and asks, from the kitchen, in his inhumanly deep voice. ] Have you met a girl named Yuna, or one named Flonne?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ The man has some good bass on him. ] Ahh, those names don't sound familiar to me right now. Are they here in this house? [ Glancing about as she asks. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel returns with his tea, shaking his head. ] Yuna is out playing basketball, and Flonne is out with her friends as well.

[not_so_great_wall]

Ahh, even at this hour? [ Though she honestly has no idea what time it actually is. It could be the next morning! She's been at this a while. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Oh, is this hour strange? I don't know much about mortal time cycles. I need very little sleep.

[not_so_great_wall]

But sleep is important! [ A point worth making, cookie stuffed in her cheeks or not. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I have a catalepsean node, I need minimal sleep.

[not_so_great_wall]

A... what? [ Blank stare. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

A catalepsean node. Basically, it's an extra organ so I require very little sleep. It was implanted into me when I became an Astartes.

[not_so_great_wall]

Whoa, like how cows have extra stomachs? [ It was cows, wasn't it? She peers closer. ] Where d'ya put it?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Yes. Well, in my head, actually. I didn't put it there, though. Doing brain surgery on oneself would be, ah, tricky.

[not_so_great_wall]

Haha, and probably painful!

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Less so than one might imagine, actually. There are no pain receptors in the brain. Get past the skull layer and you feel nothing. [ As for why he knows this, well, probably best not to ask. ]