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OPEN LOG FOR JAN

WHO: Kenzi & OPEN
WHERE: Maurtia Falls & around
WHEN: January
WHAT: Some prompts for early January
WARNINGS: Alcohol, language, general Kenzi stuff

[A] THE RED BRANCH
[ Most any day of the week Kenzi can be found at the Branch. The exterior is still covered in graffiti but the front door, windows, and shutters have all been repaired. The door is unlocked to those that give it a try, though those with ill intent in their heart may find they can’t pass through the doorway.

Once inside the building is warm and inviting, if a little empty.

If Kenzi isn’t immediately in view her voice can be heard from somewhere in the building. ]

In here! [ Whereever here is. ]

[B] THE RED BRANCH SAND PIT
[ Some days the door is locked, but if one decides to wander the grounds a bit they’ll find a path has been cut through the overgrown that leads back around the building. There is a clearing with wooden seats built around a large pit of cleared land that has been filled in with sand. Broken weapon stands sit nearby. They’re mostly empty save a few broken wooden training weapons.

Well, there was sand but it’s now all been overtaken by grass which Kenzi is trying to clear away by any means necessary. In this case, it seems to be the use of her light abilities. Which seems to be doing a pretty good job of burning away the grass. ]

[C] GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN (OPEN; ANY CITY THAT ISN’T JEOPARDY)
[ Kenzi can be found in the bars and clubs in any of the cities; flirting, drinking, hustling some guys at pool if there happens to be a table, and dancing. She back from vacation and not letting the fun train come to a stop. Not yet, anyway.

She might also be found in a cafe or diner, window shopping, or just chilling on a bench. She likely has Sir Apple, the cat-sized green and pink fairy dragon, with her. Having him around garners a bit of a crowd, usually children, so she can’t be too hard to miss. ]

[D] WILDCARD
[ HMU on plurk or toss up your own prompt. ]

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"Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good description of my world."

For all he knows, he could be from Kang's world.

"Cu? Who's that?"

"Neat."

She doesn't respond for a few moments, letting out a disgusted groan as she pulls some greasy junk from the bottom of the oven and quickly tosses it in the trash.

"Oh, um, Cu was the previous owner of this place and leader of the Knights of the Red Branch." She sighs. "He was pretty cool."

"Oh, interesting."

Anton has...absolutely no idea if he'd like the guy from that description. But owning a bar is definitely a plus in his book.

"I was a knight once. Sort of. Well...I stole armor, modified it for my tail, and ended up in an army doing knightly things, but that's sort of the same thing, right?"

Honestly, she could go on about Cu and just make herself sad in the process. "He's a legendary hero. I bet we could probably find some stories about him that may or may not be true if we looked him up." She'd never actually thought about doing that until now.

"Really?" She chuckles. "We were mercs not really an army. Like if this was more like your world we'd have probably been an adventuring group."

"Oh, that sounds neat! And yeah, I only did the army thing for a little bit before they found out I was actually a fake knight, so then I ran off from that. I had plans to find an adventuring group after that, since that's less likely to end in me needing to slip off when no one's looking."

Since he wouldn't need to fake his whole identity to get the rank and prestige necessary for what he wanted to do.

Kenzi lets out a laugh. "Yeah, you can only live a lie so long before it bites you in the ass." Speaking from experience.

"Had? Does that mean you ended up here before you managed to do so?"

"Yeah, got snatched away right before I could. I mean, I think this still counts as an adventure, so it's still a win."

An optimistic way to look at things, but he did want to go out and see places he'd never been before. He just wasn't expecting anything quite this far out.

"Only counts as long as your here. Once you leave you won't remember a lick o' it." Which is so much fun when you get yo-yo'd back and forth as much as she has.

"Well, yeah," he says, changing out his rag for a fresh one as the current one was so filthy at this point he felt like he was only spreading dirt around. "But then I'll go on the adventure I originally planned. It'll all work out in the end."

At least, that's what he tells himself, because he has no control over the whims of the porter and sees no point in worrying about it.

"If you're lucky." Is her only response to all that as she continues trying to clean up the oven. "At least you know you've still got a life to go back to." Despite the words she doesn't sound particularly dour.

"Don't you?" he asks, tail drooping, concerned.

He hopes she's thinking of someone else who might not have a life to go back to. The idea that someone as bright and fun and full of life as Kenzi not...well, having a life at all back in her home world is just depressing. Even if the says it in a way that makes it sound like it's no big deal.

Kenzi looks back over at him and starts to offer a smile -- that kind of smile she typically puts on when she tells people she's fine -- but the mask is in the way.

"I died before my return here." Before that even, but that's not important. "Every time I return home it's to the same point, me waiting around in Valhalla for my bestie to come get me. Which I know she will, she's not the sort to just leave me there."

She turns back to cleaning the oven. "It's all gucci."

"Right."

The tip of his tail starts twitching again, as he tries to tell himself that it's fine. Everything's going to be fine. She's...dead, and that's incredibly sad, but she's going to come back to life.

"So you do have a life to return to, you just...have a few extra steps to go through after you get back before you get there," he says, trying to comfort himself as much as clarify.

"I don't have to do anything but wait in Vahalla for Bo to find the helskór and come get me." She wishes she could do more but that's it. There's nothing she can do on her side other than upset Freya and she's not about to do anything to anger the Valkyrie in charge of the afterlife.

She pauses her cleaning, setting everything down so she can move over and carefully hug Anton from behind while being careful of his tail. "Don't worry about me. Even if things don't work out Vahalla is pretty dope."

"Well, that's good to hear, at least," he says, the end of his tail wrapping around her ankle for a second and giving a quick squeeze for a second before releasing in an attempt to return the hug.

"Thanks. And I'm glad to hear that you're situation back home is pretty okay even if you are...dead."

It's a difficult piece of information to learn, but he knows he can adjust to it. He just has to keep reminding himself that at least she got a good afterlife, and that she'll be getting to come back regardless.

She keeps the hug brief.

"I knew what I was getting into when I sacrificed myself." She says with a soft snort. It might have been harder to do if she wasn't aware of a 'get out of jail free card' existed.

"Right," he says, "And at least it sounds like you died doing something that meant something."

At least, he assumed so much if she's referring to it as a sacrifice. It's just sad, all the same. But not as bad as if she'd just happened to die, and not as bad as if she was going to stay dead.

"I died fulfilling a prophecy. Which, by the way, those things suck."

She moves back over to continue cleaning the oven.

"Would not recommend." Unfortunately, prophecies tend to be unavoidable and once events begin rolling it's impossible to stop them.

"Well, guess I'm lucky then. No prophecies about me, so I'm not going to get stuck with something like that."

Because it sounds pretty shitty to be stuck dying because something said you had to.

"Yeah I didn't think those things existed and, oh look, all this bullshit that's happened was predicted long ago." She tosses her rag into a bucket and grabs up another.

"Really makes one wonder how much their choices really mattered."

"Yeah," he says as he continues to scrub. "I guess it's pretty depressing when you think of it like that...but hey, at least there are a lot of things that haven't been prophecized, right?"

Kenzi goes quiet for a few moments as she stares into the oven.

"Yeah, I guess." It might have been fine if it was just her death that had been part of the prophecy, but no, it had to take the love of her life too.

"Like...all the stuff here. That's not prophecized, right?"

Kenzi shrugs. "I dunno man. I went my whole life not knowing about any sort of prophecy and then one day, BAM, prophecy central!"

"But they probably don't prophecize stuff like...whether you're going to get drunk tonight, right?"

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