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[cigarbribery]

"foggy nelson speaking! unfortunately i can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep instead and i'll get back to you asap."
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[fauxmarth]

[she smiles at mention of Cynthia.]

Ah...well, she may as well be, for how close they were. How close we all were, when we were little. And even now, though...that's, perhaps, more out of necessity than anything. We need each other to stay alive, to somehow find our way back through time to...fix everything that went wrong. [her smile wanes as she says so, her eyes down toward the coffee table.]

Everything did go wrong...so maybe there's really not much more to say than what he said about it. The world we both came from was ending very fast, and all that was still good fading faster.

[she looks over at him.] It's not particularly pleasant to talk about, sober or otherwise. I'm afraid it wouldn't do much to lift spirits.

[cigarbribery]

Yeah, we sort of talked more about Hell's Kitchen than his home. [Which was part of the deal, sort of: Foggy just trying to distract his friend from his heartbreak, telling him stories of Nelson & Murdock's early days in college, dumb pranks and all. Still. He wonders if he should've asked for more details.] I had the sense it's—not really the best place to live in.

[Says the guy from Hell's Kitchen.]

If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. We can go back to Pirates, and I won't push. But if you want to, [he shrugs] I'm right here.

[fauxmarth]

[her eyes squint a little at the name. Hell's Kitchen isn't exactly the most inviting of names, is it? it does get her to wonder what sort of troubles Foggy's seen; she too easily assumes her own hell as a benchmark, which is certainly fair, but...

but regardless, Lucina smiles a little, touched by his empathy. she's not sure she's given good reason to warrant such kindness, so it's all the more credit to his good nature. Owain certainly has met some decent people here.]

...There are some good things to speak of there, even still. [she closes her eyes, recalling the wish Owain and their friends made -- to make their broken, dead land peaceful and beautiful again, even in its ending.]

I'm told...flowers bloom there now. Though nothing else may live or roam there, our families have a beautiful resting place after all the dreadful things that have happened. Flowers like the ones I used to pick when I was very small.

[she smiles, nodding, looking back over.] I used to weave them with Cynthia and Noire, and leave them as presents for my little sister or some of the boys. Well--sometimes. [her eyes crinkle with her smile.] Other times, Cynthia's pegasus came up and ate them.

[cigarbribery]

[It is definitely not the most inviting of names or places. He maybe should've called it Midtown-West instead, or something less intimidating, but he's so used to calling it Hell's Kitchen that it's just fixed itself in his head.]

I'm glad. That something good's still there, even after all that shit. I wish—you should've gotten better, you and Odin and everyone you know, but I'm glad your families at least got that much. [And then wait a minute—]

...pegasus?

[fauxmarth]

[with a little chuckle:] Yes. Do you know of them? They're like horses, but they have wings. They're very beautiful, but quite opinionated. One has to be very careful around them, should they not have taken a shine to you...

[cigarbribery]

I know about the pegasus from Hercules. [Which is literally one of the few times Foggy has ever seen anything vaguely horse-related. He's from New York. Horses are just not a thing, pegasi even less so.] That's—it was a cartoon from my world, I'm pretty sure a different company made it here.

[They're talking about winged horses now? Okay, fine. Foggy can roll with this. He runs a hand through his hair, fingers catching on the flowers still growing from his scalp.]

Opinionated, though? What, can they talk now on top of fly?

[fauxmarth]

[ehehe--] No, they don't talk. But they do have a way of getting their point across should they have one.

Pegasi are pretty choosy about the people they want to be around, so you have to be very careful and respectful of their space. One may want to ride a pegasus, but one has to be chosen by one in order to. There's just no way around that.

Still, those that are lucky enough to find a good friend in a pegasus can fly all they want, and many became trusted knights of Ylisse, guarding our skies. It's quite a sight to behold.