[Event Post]

[isdragonlady]

::So if you're passing by the harbor, you'll see Niyo near her bike, with coffee, leaning on a rail, sipping on coffee. Though while she seems wistful, you get the slight sense she might toss herself into the tides at any chance should she wander in her thoughts too long.

Talk to her perhaps?::

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[isdragonlady]

Because my life has been one fuck up after another.

[memoryistime]

Why is that?

Have you attempted to determine the reasoning for your troubles? The source? Solutions?

[isdragonlady]

It's called "I'm cursed".

[memoryistime]

Then break the curse.

This is an unusual city. Is that entirely out of the bounds of reality?

*he does seem unusually pushy about this*

[isdragonlady]

I've tried. I keep getting more soul crushing curses. And what the hell business is it of yours if I off myself, anyways?

::Finishes the coffee and tosses it into the ocean.::

[memoryistime]

*... he looks away slightly*

I feel obligated that no one repeats my mistake, if I come across it.

*... what.*

[isdragonlady]

What.

::She says that pretty flatly.::

[memoryistime]

... I have stated it clearly. I wish for no one to repeat my mistake.

[isdragonlady]

... Well, your mistake obviously failed if you're still here.

[memoryistime]

It is odd, is it not?

*he turns to look over the ocean, tilting his head slightly*

It did not fail.

[isdragonlady]

Well, if you're here, it failed.

[memoryistime]

*he sighs slightly*

Well... I suppose in a way, it did fail.

While I am certainly dead, due to a contract, my spirit was forced to linger within the confines of Makai.

[isdragonlady]

... I am beginning to hate this city even more than usual.

[memoryistime]

"This city" has no relation to my history, or to my situation.

All "this city" has done is made me realize how foolish my choice was to give up.

[isdragonlady]

Whatever. I doubt I have any afterlife waiting for me since Ha Des is dead, anyways. Unless someone's picked my contract.

[memoryistime]

... You are contracted, as well?

*he seems surprised*

[isdragonlady]

I sold my soul for the power to become a legendary warrior.

[memoryistime]

... I see.

That is much the same situation... Only it was my ancestors who made the decision, and it, as a result, encompasses the entire family line.

[isdragonlady]

How lovely. Anyways, my contract is apparently considered toxic among demons. Something about anyone who tries to claim it dies.

[memoryistime]

Mm...

The original creator of the contract was killed in this city. Had it been left unclaimed, I would no longer exist.

[isdragonlady]

... How's existing treating you?

[memoryistime]

... It is painful. I spent many years, having my emotions, my memories, worn away. I have had to become re-accustomed to them. *explains why his manner of speech is so... proper and stilted.*

I have only one person to exist for, and yet it is because of that reasoning, that I had given up on life in the first place. However... That one person is what makes this existence not as painful, to experience.

[isdragonlady]

... I think you could use someone to talk to more than me right now. Want to talk about it over something to eat?

[memoryistime]

*he blinks, a little surprised at the offer*

... I would enjoy that, yes.

[isdragonlady]

Anywhere in particular you'd like to go, then?