Henrietta

[oi_theoi]

Henrietta Doors, Knowledge, Secrecy	❧ Played by Lei
Appearance: She’s small, only about 5’2, but very curvy. Her skin is fair and she has very pale blond hair, which she lets fall loose to her upper back, or braids. She wears glasses, and has grey eyes. In general, everything about her seems warm and soft, and she always seems to have an absent smile on her face. Characteristics: Young, distant, daydreamer, unfocused. Likes: Books, warmth, quiet. Dislikes: Noise, cold.
Shrine: A chest made out of warm, dark wood. Ritual: Knock please. Honestly, Henri herself probably won't show up. Just leave your sacrifice and she will... Get back to you.
❧ Will Take	❧ Will Give
secrets written accounts of knowledge stories (verbal and written) baby animals (alive!!) quiet (quest) story time (quest) reading (quest) animal skins fully-bloomed flowers	doors locks/keys chests blankets/pillows books writing utensils candles tea/coffee tea mugs (ceramic dishes) polearms (pikes, spears etc.) wood furniture

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Re: December 16, mid-afternoon

[oi_theoi]

[there is a pencil and a pad of paper sitting on the trunk:]

"Please leave a message."

[fancyafag]

[Hum, how curious.

Writing this down, now:]

Greetings, Henrietta.

I would like to ask for a futon, and a good polearm. What can I give you in return for these items?

[oi_theoi]

[there will be a return note a few hours later:"]

"1 futon
1 polearm

Why don't you think of a good story for me."

[fancyafag]

[First a poem, now a story? He shakes his head, and buckles down to start writing.

Sometime before dinner, this is sent over.]

I knew a boy, once. He was that quiet sort, a bit too soft around the edges and too easily led around by smarter people, but he was a good kid.

He met a girl while he was in the Service. She asked him for a light. He told her he didn't smoke. That made her laugh. "The clean sort, are you?" she asked him. "I should have figured. It's all over your face."

He bought her a drink. She drank him under the table.

They met again two evenings later. And again. And again.

They almost slept together just once. It didn't work out. They didn't hold it against each other.

So things stayed like that for a while, and it was all right.

When the sky disappeared and people started Changing and They started taking the Changed ones away, this kid and his girl didn't think that much about it. The world could go to shit, but it wasn't going to hurt them. They'd be fine.

One night, he came to the bar - their usual place - and she wasn't there. She told him she would be. He didn't think about it. Surely she just got busy. These things happen, right?

When a week passed without her, he told himself not to panic. It's been strange lately, that's all. She was fine. He'll see her soon. And he did see her, the very next evening. She had Changed.

She killed another man in front of him. It was easy, she explained. Just point, aim, pull the trigger. Be rational, she said. They gave me a home after I Changed. They gave me a job. This is part of it.

He looked at her. She was smiling the way she used to smile for him, but her eyes were empty. He thought about the gun in her hand. He thought about what she told him.

'Be rational'. It sounds so simple, right?

He smiled at her. Later that morning, while it was still dark, they went out to ditch the body somewhere safe.

I lost contact with him a bit after that. I hear, though, that he Changed sometime after his girl did. Prior to that happening to him, it's said that he was with her on every assignment, smiling, fighting and killing and stealing and lying nearly as well as she did.

I wonder if it was a relief for him, finally Changing. Maybe it made things easier.