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[Didn't she just make a video today? NO. That would be her younger sister, and the keen of eye might even be able to realize there are hereditary similarities between the two. But there are differences also. For example, this particular white-haired woman appears much more...stiff. Even if she's not wearing her uniform anymore, her squared shoulders and lifted chin seem to scream 'MILITARY!' even in a soft and fuzzy gray sweater.]

Greetings. My name is Winter.

[Some of you might remember her all the way back from summer when she made a very detailed presentation on what types of moonlacing were and were not acceptable. This time, she's not asking for help. She's offering it.]

It has come to my attention that when we return to our worlds, we lose all memories of this one. It would seem that our actions do not matter.

[She drops her gaze for a moment, reinforcing her resolve to remain professional. Her emotions are starting to leak through just the same.]

But I would very much like them to, for the duration of my stay. Consider this an open invitation to seek my aid for any troubles you might have. If I am unable to render assistance, then I will help you find someone who can. The impression I leave behind will not be forgotten. I would have it be one of fond remembrance rather than hedonistic selfishness. I don't require compensation. I don't desire it either.

[Her jaw tightens, and her brow furrows.]

This is what I want to do. I am choosing it for myself. Seek me out if you have need of me, in public or in private.

That is all.

[Blip! And she's gone.]

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There are ways to earn that if you're so inclined. You'll find, however, that most present in this city possess a kindly and forgiving disposition. You may have to try harder to deserve their scorn.

[He wonders where attempted murder falls on that scale?]

And that's a fine thing, but not always what's needed. But I'm getting away from the topic and into some darker territories I'd rather not take anyone else into.

[His mind is a terrible place to be in.]

Am I to understand that your reason for helping is just for the sake of leaving a kind of influence? Is that so important?

[It's all extremely vague, and she's not confident she can provide anything useful when she doesn't know what she's working with.]

That depends on who you ask. While my reasons are more complex and personal, it is safe to say that I would prefer to leave a positive effect over a negative one.

And those relations that are already stained? Do you intend to try and leave a good impression as well?

No. And you erroneously assume favorable opinions to be my driving motivation. If you have wronged someone, you owe it to them to make it right. You should not require me to tell you this.

And you assume I don't already know that.

[It's the 'owe it to them to make it right' part that's murdering him.]

I just want to understand.

I cannot help you when you persist in speaking vaguely utilizing the anonymous feature.

My apologies then. I have my reasons. Although, if are willing, I'm at Crystal Beach. I'll buy you a drink if you're willing to sit with a guy like me.

[She'll get a message shortly after, if she choose to meet him.]

I'm called Bishop. I'm at the hotel bar, furthest from the entrance. Can't miss me.

[She massages her temples. When she offered to help people, she didn't think she'd be counseling them on their life problems. She's ill equipped for this; he's a stranger, she can't feign sympathy she just doesn't possess in the first place.]

[But who knows. Some people prefer Winter's harsh and blunt mannerisms for whatever reason. She's honest if nothing else. But if he just wants someone to listen, so be it.]

Forty-five minutes.

[Color him surprised. He honestly thought that she was gonna turn him down, no one was really excited or even willing to sit with a stranger that has a chip on his shoulder like him. Half intended that but, well, I guess he's got someone to talk to.

He waited patiently in the spot he indicated, a drink before him but barely touched, and when she arrives he gets off and greets her. The impression she gave really was not properly conveyed in the video. Definitely a military lady, reminded him a bit of his commander.]

Miss Winter.

[He says extending a gloved hand in greeting. She's not the only one who carried a soldiers training and discipline. He matched her stance, shoulders squared, eyes forward with chin raised, and while his clothes are worn from use and time, they were still washed until they smelled clean, pressed until wrinkle free, and his boots were shined. Well, shined as much as they could.]

Please, have a seat. I'm glad you'd sit with me. I have to be honest, I was quite surprised. I half expected you'd say 'another time'.

[He's polite, if nothing else, and good manners go a long way toward earning Winter's tolerance. She takes his hand without hesitation. Her grip is firm, cordial, and brief.

Indeed. I presume 'Bishop' is sufficient for you.

[She chooses the empty stool to the left, waiting for him to sit as well.]

I have no wish to encourage false hope. Whatever it is you seek from me, I can't promise is within my ability to grant.

[He nods in confirmation as he sits back and grips the untouched drink smiling weakly.]

That's perfectly reasonable, and honestly I don't think the answers I seek can be found from just one person so I'm...gathering intel so to speak. So just showing up here already gives me much to think about.

[He taps the bar and clears his throat.]

Excuse me, bartender. A drink for the lady, if you'd be so kind. On me.

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