3002/College Life, Amirite

College Life, Amirite
Date of Scene:	29 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hoodlum, 300

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Hoodlum has posed:
It's a shady afternoon on the quad of the local college. Since it's nearly Halloween, there's a lot of people here and there drinking, partying, and living it up... all in costume. Clarine is no exception, with what looks like a 'horn of mead' in one hand. She's kitted up in full Viking regalia, with a black stripe painted across her eyes, a wooden shield on her back, her favored weapons, and all kinds of furs. It's very authentic looking. Especially the sword at her back and the hatchet at her belt. Probably because they're real. The sword itself is several hundred years old as well, though it looks like it could easily be new.

Joke's on them. More than a few of her memories are of real vikings. She barely counts as being in costume at all! Still, her size, relatively deep voice, and overly-muscular physique keeps most people from approaching her, so she's settled on a fountain to drink, and mostly watch the students playing about, flirting, dancing, or in some cases drinking and puking. It's... well... it's college.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa, on the other hand, was actually a /really real/ viking many many centuries ago. Though, she's not one to take part in the holiday, she's bored enough to be taking a walk around the campus grounds. She's dressed in full black though, a long sleeved turtleneck sweater and black slacks with leather boots that push her height over six feet. She even has the /viking woman/ look about her as well, with auburn hair and emerald green eyes.

    As she walks about, she takes a moment to sit somewhat near Clarine on the same fountain, but doesn't seem to have anything with her.

Hoodlum has posed:
Clarine however is a bit... open about her emotion. She recognizes Sassa, alright. Or rather, one of the countless people floating around in her brain does. "S... Wait. That's not possible. I'd know if she were..." The last part is muttered to her, and the girl suddenly blushes rather fiercely,"Sorry. Ignore me. I just... you look exactly like someone I used to know." It doesn't help that she's staring at the woman like she'd seen a ghost. "Please ignore my word vomit." A pause, and she offers the horn of liquid (yes, it's actual mead) to Sassa,"Something to drink?"

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa can't help but to turn to Clarine and smile warmly. "What would you know if I were?" she asks softly, the accent still very much there that speaks to her being nordic. "Also, why would I ignore you?" she asks with that slight smile staying on her face. With the actual mead being offered, she blinks and shrugs, "Sure, I'll take some.." she adds.

Hoodlum has posed:
She knows it's likely a bad idea, but she can't help herself. Gothic is one of the many, many languages buried in the back of her brain, and so she speaks in that language. The accent is old, even for that dead language,"Nevermind that. You just... look exactly like someone who must be long dead. Then again, if you understand a word of what I'm saying right now, maybe it's not so crazy." She waits for the woman to have a drink, then stares off into the quad proper. She drops back into english,"It's like I already know you." A pause, and she holds up a hand, suddenly embarrassed,"I swear that's not a pickup line."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Now, a twenty something year old woman knowing Gothic? Knowing a dead and ancient language? Sitting here, on a fountain, on a college campus that no doubt has absolutely no studies devoted to an ancient language like this? At least as far as Sassa knows, that, gets her attention. She switches to Gothic and reples, "I do, actually, understand what you are saying. Though, now, I admit to wanting an explination as to how you know this language, and why you keep insisting you know me."

Hoodlum has posed:
"... Especially when you're older than me. By several centuries, at least." This, in Gothic again. Clarine makes an apologetic, strained expression,"I have... Nnng... Memories. That..." She presses her finger against her temple, as if trying to physical marshal said memories into order,"... that aren't my own. I don't suppose you remember an old salt-and-pepper haired man named Magnus? One eye? A fast temper, and an even faster hand around unattached women? Or how, following a lightning storm, his body was found missing its head?"

Sassa (300) has posed:
    "And how would you gather that child?" asks a very intrigued Sassa staying in gothic. Then, the explination comes and a name is mentioned, one that she does recognize. One that causes her to tilt her head rahter slowly to the side. "I do..."

Hoodlum has posed:
The girl flicks her eyes around and lets her eyes slide closed in contemplation. How best to put that. "Then I forward you a thought experiment. Imagine that there are beings of an immortal stature that walk among us. Now imagine that, placed against other immortals, they can still be killed. Follow that up with the idea that the memories of those immortals pass from the dead to the victor in their fight." A pause. And then she goes on,"Now understand that I'm in my twenties."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    "Then I pose a question to you in return..." and she pauses a moment, "how then did you come about these powers and memories?" she asks. The look on her face screaming a great deal of intrigue and interest in this person now. "Oh, and as a note, if you remember me? From so long ago? That would make me an immortal as well would it not? So, I wonder, if you've any idea that there are other types, flavors if you will, of immortals? Ones that rather prefer to keep secrets.."