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The one place where it's Christmas all year round [active]
Character(s): Elves! And anyone who wants to interact with elves!
Content: Elves are working! Elves are everywhere!
Setting: Christmastown~
Time: Afternoon, week 17
Warnings: None for now. COME ON THEY'RE ELVES
Three hundred and fifty five days in a year, they're always work! There was always work to be done, after all, and thankfully the Heartless weren't up in the ornaments again - so irritating, that! The elves were moving about the snowfall, some holding presents, others holding tools. Christmastown was alive with work, though they would occasionally stop to mingle with one another.
And of course, if anyone were to interact with them, they would be very pleased to have a chat with them!
... or perhaps make them help work.
Either or. No worries. Really.
Content: Elves are working! Elves are everywhere!
Setting: Christmastown~
Time: Afternoon, week 17
Warnings: None for now. COME ON THEY'RE ELVES
Three hundred and fifty five days in a year, they're always work! There was always work to be done, after all, and thankfully the Heartless weren't up in the ornaments again - so irritating, that! The elves were moving about the snowfall, some holding presents, others holding tools. Christmastown was alive with work, though they would occasionally stop to mingle with one another.
And of course, if anyone were to interact with them, they would be very pleased to have a chat with them!
... or perhaps make them help work.
Either or. No worries. Really.
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Elves was something she hadn't considered an option.
She stood still, watching the busy activity all around and considered that maybe she'd been knocked in the head.
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Somehow, this was unsurprising to Death. The gods had done stranger things on the Disc for the sake of a game; why should an inexplicably large castle run by inexplicably evil beings be any different?
The gods did generally have a sense of humor about things, true, but somehow Death believed that was not likely a factor here.
Regardless, he'd gone for the open door, interested in whatever the new realm would be. After the tropics of the last floor, the snow was unexpected, and after the relative desertion of the islands, the bustle of small people even less so. Nonetheless, it was new, and a possible step closer to the Organization. He'd take it.
He drew up to a woman - Urd, said the name above her head, along with a remarkably long lifespan - and stopped, taking in her shock at the situation.
THIS IS NEW.
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"Tell me about it," she murmured dryly, turning gracefully to face him completely. Her deep purple eyes were half-lidded as she gave this being a thorough checking out. Not human, of course, but not precisely anything else she was aware of, either. Then again, this was Paixao (...wasn't it?). She'd come to expect new experiences here. "Not at all what I was expecting...and neither are you." She gave him a charming smile, holding out her hand.
"I'm Urd. Can't say I've seen you around before."
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He glanced at the proffered hand before remembering that human convention dictated he shake it. Right. He extended his own, taking hers in a firm grip. I AM DEATH. That was an unsettling introduction. DON'T WORRY - I AM OFF DUTY RIGHT NOW.
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"That's...good to hear," she muttered in response, blinking a few times. She let go of his hand (careful to not just snatch it back) and cleared her throat, crossing her arms. "So, Death...what do you make of this place?"
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He gazed out over the small snowy town, taking in all the small beings - dwarves, likely, but dwarvish custom found it unseemly for dwarves to go about without beards. Perhaps this city had a different sort of culture, or maybe these were simply very small humans.
But his curiosity was getting ahead of him. He still had not answered Urd's question.
IT LOOKS LIKE ANKH-MORPORK AT HOGSWATCH, he replied, with the subsequent realization that she likely had no idea what he was talking about. AS THOUGH THERE IS A HOLIDAY COMING UP. WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE THE SMALL...PEOPLE...ARE?
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Of course, for the most part Death had no idea what Urd was talking about either. The elves he knew were taller, more ethereal, and much more dangerous than the squat little creatures in the town before them. Then again, it was a relief to know these small elves would not maul anybody.
I SEE. So it was like Hogswatch after all, only with more small dwarf-elf creatures.
Of course, that answered some questions and not others. He knew this was a new level in the castle, but what it held and its connection to the previous level - if there even was a connection - were still a mystery. There was a very simple way to solve that. SHALL WE EXPLORE?
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"Might as well be two highly powerful intangible concepts."