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zecuddlyblumedic has entered the den
Another visit to the garden to tend to the flowers and check the vegetables and berries for any potential harvest. It was then she noticed someone. It was always when she was in the middle of something someone came by.
She stood and dusted off her skirts before she turned to get a better look. She remembered the uniform on that other man she met, but this time it was a blue color. How odd.
"Guten Tag." She spoke, "Are you lost or just passing by?"
(I had to draw this.
I'm so sorry)
Ask personal questions about my muse's past. They are not allowed to lie or divert the truth.
"Widow. Yes. Interesting… name."
And interesting clothes. What time period did she warp in from? Obviously someone from another world, maybe. He had met a few like that as of late. It really amazed him how he was now used to the oddity of life’s surprises.
"Aldous Haswell, combat Medic for zhe RED team, currently stationed at Coldfront." She spoke as if he were reciting an oath: tone bland and dry. He raised a single eyebrow before adding, "it’s not every day I meet someone who, ah, looks like you."
"I get that a lot." She said while she glanced down at herself, "You aren't the first, and won't be the last." She did perk a bit at the surname. Haswell?
"Es freut mich, Sie kennenzulernen, Herr Haswell." She spoke with a curtsey. Hopefully he would understand what she said, or she might have embarrassed herself.
She would turn her attention to her surroundings again. This was quite far from her home...She had to keep this place in mind.
"Some of this place's fencing had a large gap in it. Like someone blew a hole...might want to have someone check that."
"Find me a hapless victim, and you’ll be able to see." He grins, a mischievous glint in his good eye. "My experiments vary… depending on if the person is alive or not."
The Widow was a bit disturbed by this, but at the same time, she was curious. After all, she had almost no right to judge given her….diet and condition. Best not tell him about that.
"I’ll…see what I can find. "
She examines him curiously with a head tilt and her hands playing with one of her locks of hair.
He eyed her, just as curious about her as she was about him. More so, perhaps, given the situation that he was a mercenary employed by a war-waging company, and she was clearly not a mercenary despite her presence on base premises.
"And might I ask who you are?"
Well, someone whose attire looks like she stepped out of a medieval history book, and her white hair that formed a trail behind her isn't exactly mercenary material.
"Call me Widow." She simply stated, "Most people do.." She looked around her surroundings. "And you are?" She looked at his attire. What was he? It certainly appeared to be a uniform. The coat reminded her of the doctors she would often hear about as a child...though he lacked the mask.

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"Find me a hapless victim, and you’ll be able to see." He grins, a mischevious glint in his good eye. "My experiments vary… depending on if the person is alive or not."
The Widow was a bit disturbed by this, but at the same time, she was curious. After all, she had almost no right to judge given her....diet and condition. Best not tell him about that.
"I'll...see what I can find. "
She examines him curiously with a head tilt and her hands playing with one of her locks of hair.
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She had been outside, about to finish brushing the ends of her hair when she noticed someone. A man. Dark eyes changed focus from her hair to examine him. He was...oddly dressed. She could tell it was a uniform, but it was nothing like she's seen. The closest she could compare it too was the doctor's regalia sans the mask, and that was shaky at best.
"Haven't seen one of your uniform before..." She spoke, "Why those colors? "
Running. He was always running, whether to escape or to chase, the physical action forever programmed into Julian’s instincts. There was a raid on one of his facilities, out manned and out gunned the dealer set fire to his building, fleeing to the thick woods.
From behind the sound of dogs, barking and snarling at random intervals made his heart quicken, pushing for a faster speed refusing to be the todd in this fox hunt.
Hurtling into a clearing ignoring the burning ache of lungs, Julian spied a cabin and set forth hoping for shelter. He nearly collided with the figure that stood in the doorway, veering to his left and collapsing. Struggling with breath, the man fought for speech.
"H-h-elp….n-n-eed..sh-h-ellter…"
She looked down at the man, eyes widened at his condition. The sound of the hounds made it more so...Seemed to be a sound that hit close to home for her. She knelt down to help him up, ushering him into her cottage. Her hair would slither behind her until it was fully inside and the door could be shut properly. She assumed he was too haggard to notice that thing, or just chalk it off as him seeing things.
It was a cozy little house. Decorated with basic furnishings. A few chairs with cushions near a fireplace, a kitchen, and two bedrooms. One for herself, one for guests. Her seemed to form a trail all over the house.
She guided him onto a chair to sit him down before she returned to check the windows to see if there was any signs of those hounds coming close.
scratchscratchscratch has entered the den
Well, this was a strange sight.
Something caught her eye. Something extremely tall. What was that thing? A construct? A golem? A brow raised in question as she stepped out of her home to investigate...whatever that thing is.
foolish-pleasure has entered the Den
She really has been around for sometime then, has she? That, or this new face comes from an extremely strange place.
Her house looked like any other cottage by a lake. A small garden with various plants and vegetables and berries. She had been harvesting when she noticed this new face. The first thing one might notice is her hair...extremely long and as white as snow. It trailed to the door and was inside.
Nevertheless. She had a possible guest.
"You lost?" Her voice was rather calm and soft. The statement seemed like something she said a thousand times before.

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