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[Henge]

Welcome one and all to our newest facility, our very own bar! please leave your hats, coats and mags at the door, kick back and enjoy a nice stiff drink on me!

lets see if we can't get to know eachother, and ourselves a little better.

[Bryn]

"Have any of you ever been to this Relay Station?"

Fingernails carve half-moons into Brynhilde’s palms as her hands curl into fists. She hides them quickly in long, tapered sleeves as frigid memories assail her in this place of warmth.

An endless descent of snow coils downward from a cruel slate sky. The Sil beast’s roar of angry frustration is heard in the distance, and is echoed by the actions of a human ranger, a friend,
...His name was Cal….
as he throws his broken headset to the frozen ground and gives voice to his rage. Her power….gone. Her hand searches desperately through concealed pockets,
.....It was a long time ago......
only to find empty vials… their energy spent. Not even power left for the warmth of flame.
..... You were never there......
Kneeling on the cold ground, as snow helixes around her, all seems lost.
.....Is it real?.....

No.

Brynhilde gives herself a quick mental shake and refocuses on the bar. Odd thoughts often came to her of their own accord, and she had grown used to dismissing them as manifestations grown from her dependence on the chemicals needed to replenish her power, and the mental repercussions of too many battles.

She had never been to a “relay station”, and she had never had an association with a human ranger. Most likely his image was brought on by the appearance of the newcomer that had just entered the bar.

Regardless, this now was real. These people were real. If her presence were needed in an endeavor of theirs, she would of course come. But still, she could not entirely suppress a feeling of dread. As she looked at ‘Rinn’s open expression of excitement and curiousity, it seemed very likely that she would soon see the very place that had left Harbinger so wounded in body and spirit, for herself.

“So”, she says to Dive in a cool, controlled voice, “has there been any word on how Harbinger is faring?”