1963-10-19 - Reunited
Summary: A pair of old friends catch up over drinks.
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liv eisa 


It started late night sunday. An irritated and weary Eisa calling Liv's number with all the obliviousness and disregard to the time of a people that barely sleep, and even after nine centuries amongst them, isn't the best at being considerate of mortals need for such. A message left with likely grumpy roommates indicating "I'm back.", as if that would be enough info for a sleep-deprived person to relay without any indication of who "I'm" was. Followed up with another call the next day equivalent of "Seriously, Liv. Get in touch." Again without proper introduction. Finally a third at stupidly early morning just today, again missing her, but getting the likely irritated roommate to pass along equivalent to "Tell her Eisa's pouting at her off having fun without her and needs to drink heavily at the state of this city she's returned to."

The message actually got across this time (or the name helped a bit) and so was the call returned, drinks set up, and a pair of old friends to be reunited after six or more months gone by since the daughter of the demon Surtur went off on one of her wild divination-driven jaunts to other realms as she's been prone for all the years they've known one another. And so here she sits in their favorite pub in the counterculture center of New York that is Greenwich Village, dressed in her usual odd mixture of styles, the sleek black pants and striped white and black top worthy of a beatnik girl poet, but the draping shimmer of the silken blouse jacket falling to her ankles and bearing draping decorative cuffs a thing of more ancient (or Asgardian) styles that she somehow makes work for her with her elaborate coil and fall of fiery braids and tresses. She's already got a mead in hand as she waits at their familiar table, whether its too early to be drinking by usual standards or not.

*

As if Liv has ever given a care about what counts as 'too early' when it comes to drinking. She is from Asgard.

For all the difficulty there had been in getting ahold of her in the first place, Liv doesn't leave Eisa waiting very long once they have actually set a time to meet. In fact, the door to the pub opens precisely on time, allowing a too-tall blonde in jeans, motorcycle boots and a rather comfortable-looking cable knit sweater to slip inside.

Liv doesn't bother looking around. She just heads straight for their usual table, lips quirked into a lopsided smile when she sees Eisa's already there. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," she says warmly. "You're well?"

*

Eisa was up with a big, bright relieved smile as soon as she saw Liv's arrival, rich throaty contralto answering back as she's spreading arms effusively. "Well enough. Well enough! All-Father but it's good to see you!" A big back-patting hug is inevitable barring being pushed off, a brief enjoyment of being able to thump with Asgardian strength without squishing a poor soul against her. She does tend to get a little hungry for her own people after awhile away from them. Jovial (and likely attention-getting) greeting either done or held off, the half-demoness is laughingly moving back to the table and signalling the barman, presumably for more liquor for either herself or them both, depending on how often Liv changes her preferences in that department. Either way, as she's settling in, the flowy white robe-like coat smoothed down behind like a dress as she sits, the redhead's going on with slightly more surreptious tone. "I swear, I was beginning to think I was the only of us in the city, even if I can sense there's more now, just as I predicted. It just bloody figures that they'd all come while I was led off to chase other matters across four of the eight!" She pauses as the mortal tender comes over with drinks or to take order as appropriate.

*

There was a time when Liv might have been more hesitant about accepting a hug from Eisa, but those times are long past. Instead, she walks right into it and returns it fiercely, a broad smile on her face. "It hasn't been that long, has it? I admit, lately, things have been rather… distracting." She makes a bit of a face, finally stepping back so that she can drop down into a chair.

Liv takes a moment to order herself a drink — a pint of whatever the bartender recommends, as usual — before she clasps her hands in front of herself and returns her attention to Eisa. Now her smile is… odd. "Oh, it's… it's not just you and I," she says with an anxious-sounding laugh, her thumbs tapping together.

*

Eisa scrunches up her own pale features a bit at the 'distracting' bit, murmuring. "Tell me about it. Damnable hell rifts upstaging my entrance." The woman seems genuinely affronted about that little central park feature and its audacity to be a much scarier rift than the fiery one she reentered the world through the other night. On seeing her friend's reaction though to the other bit, an exasperated sort of sigh escapes her and a laughingly chiding tone. "Oh Liv, don't tell me you're still in hiding from them! Not with so many about. I tasted their magic on the winds. There's got to be at least four or five of us in town, not even accounting the others like that nice elf Keiden I reunited with the night of my return."

Eisa looks sympathetic though despite her long-held disagreement about the keeping on the downlow, something she's long held secret of as needed, but never fully understood. After all, she'd give just about anything to return to Asgard, even if she enjoys Midgard better than most. Regardless, sighing a bit and waving a languid pale hand dismissively. "Regardless, I know at least the Princes are here, though someone's blocking my Hel-cursed divinations from finding them so I can offer my aid in what's coming. I admittedly had hoped you'd come to your senses and rejoined our people so that you could direct me to find them." She looks a little down at potential prospect of Liv having stayed hidden.

*

"I'm not hiding!" Liv says insistantly, as though her pride were wounded. Of course, she also immediately seems to deflate, sinking back in her chair and grudgingly adding, "Not anymore." Her lips twist unhappily to one side, blue eyes flicking towards the bar to see if her drink is coming. Ah, good.

She offers a quick smile to the man who delivers her drink, waiting for him to retreat before speaking again. "…I can give you an address," Liv says with a sigh, offering Eisa a very tired-looking smile. "They have established an… I suppose it's an embassy. Thor was here, but I believe his duties have taken him elsewhere by now," she murmurs, thoughtfully scratching the side of her nose with a fingertip. "But Loki should still be here. Possibly Lady Sif, but I'm not certain."

*

Well the fiery-haired demoness did at least have the good grace to look apologetic for the 'hiding' thing, even if her pointed arch-brow look before the deflating kind of ruined it. She's instantly perking up at the talk of an address though, both red arches of brow up at the 'embassy', wry twist to lips mirthful at the thought. New of Thor having left already brings a bit of a sigh, but other potentials draws her back a little straighter, a firm nod leading to a glass raised now that Liv has hers in turn. "Well then, I think that news deserves a drink certainly. Here's to hoping they remember the good more than the bad." So, so much bad. It's kind of hard to forget. After her little sardonic toast and a good swig, the sorceress is canting head a bit to sway of sidelock braids, biting at her lower lip with a centuries old gesture of indecision or perterbation, finally breaking as she's asking with certain delicate hesitance. "So…how did they take it finding you here?" Now she's feeling guilty at her disappointment before about potentially having stayed hidden, instead worrying about her friend's status in regard to the ones who could potentially send her home.

*

Liv is not the sort to leave someone hanging — she raises her glass in return, though she takes a bit more than a swig. Fully half of her drink is gone by the time she sets it back down. "I imagine the means by which they found me helped my case somewhat," she says in a wry voice, dragging one hand down over her face before she reaches for a napkin. "There was a beast that had emerged from the Hellmouth, Thor and the Lady Sif were attempting to handle it. A friend and I were passing by, and… helped." She's just… going to leave out the part where she considered bolting afterwards. Unimportant. "Do you have a pen?"

*

A rich, happy laugh escapes Eisa as she sees the other woman's drink, then eyes her own, muttering. "I've been drinking with light elves too much!" And so is promptly trying to catch up, tossing back more of her drink while listening to the other's words. She's finished the large gulping by time the story hits the good part, and her cat-green eyes are flashing with pride and approval that she doesn't hide from her rich voice. "Well done, girl! You see? They'll forgive much for a brave heart!" Which of course reminds her she's not exactly forgiven so much as tolerated, and so, while she's bending aside to search through a big purse-like satchel hanging off her chair, she can't help but murmur. "Not all, but much certainly." Handing over the pen, along with a small pad of paper, she's pushing away her mood and smiling again. "Still. I'm glad you found a good way to it. Why do you still seem uncomfortable? Isn't the worst of the matter over in that first revelation?"

*

"I honestly don't know. There was a feast, but it didn't exactly get… discussed." Liv looks a touch troubled as she reaches across for the paper and pen, murmuring a quiet thanks as she quickly jots down an address. "But Prince Loki, at least, did seem genuinely pleased to learn I was here. I'm probably only fretting because I've gotten used to it." She pauses to add a second address beneath the first, then offers the pad and pen back. "Top one is the embassy," she explains with a smile. "The other is my apartment, in case you need to find me."

*

"I always wondered how Loki would take matters. I'm glad I wasn't mistaken." Eisa offers with that wry grin as she's taking the paper across with a gleam to her eyes of anticipation, sliding it away into a pocket of the tight pants and then raising up her glass. "To our old habits, and learning to grow past them!" At which point, she's totally going to race the warrior woman to the bottom of the glass, even grinning past the rim of it at her for the behaviour.

*

Oh, well, if it's to be a race… that realization actually makes Liv laugh, but she does a good job of silencing it in order to throw her own drink back as well. Plenty of time for laughing with a friend once there aren't races to be won, after all.

Her empty glass hits the table at just about the same time Eisa's does. Good enough!

Liv drags the back of her hand over her mouth in a very unladylike gesture, finally letting the laughter out. "So what have you been up to, anyway? I could use a distraction from everything that's been going on around here."

*

The question causes Eisa to scrunch her nose in way that'd be cute (if one were inclined to call a daughter of Surtur cute to her face), even while demoness signals another round with upheld empty glass, grinning despite herself for the little race. "Bah, beat me to it, given I was going to ask the same of you and all I seem to have missed, 'hellmouths' and whatnot. But fair's fair." Grinning a bit, wiping at her lips a little more daintily than Liv, she then leans in a bit, keeping eye out for the tender's approach and pausing the story appropriately as not to freak out the mortal. "You remember months back when I told you something was coming? Some confluence of fate that could go particularly badly, or else turn into something wonderful?"

Divination about the future is always so damned vague as to be almost worthless. "I received sign in the runes I thought that some key to that was to be found elsewhere. I've been following those signs for months now. Nidavellir, Vanaheim, most recently Alfheim, though I even detoured briefly through my father's realm chasing rumor of a child half-sister, though the matter was already tied up by time I made my way to the city of brimstone without being seen by my brethren, so it was practically a wasted journey." A grimace at that memory, as grim as she always gets when discussing that side of her heritage, even if Liv is one of they very few she's spoken of it with absolutely freely, and who has seen her true form outside of combat.

A small wave of hand, a grimace, moving past. "A few scrapes here and there, minor adventures and the such, a self-proclaimed Space Pirate, some storm giants, a warrior in need of saving, the usual." It's a sad thing when such things are 'the usual'. You've lived too long. "And all of it right back to being led here, still with the sense of impending, but this time finding the air rich with magic of the Realms, and others obviously, given what you called the Hellmouth. I'm curious to see where it'll all lead. Truly I am. It's felt too much like chasing my own tail thus far."

*

"That makes matters here seem positively mundane in comparison," Liv says with a laugh, though she is quick to reach across the table to try and give one of Eisa's hands a light touch by way of apology. She really doesn't mean to make light of such matters. "I'm sorry your journey didn't come with more solid resolutions for you. That's always frustrating. I hope it at least gave you some good stories to tell."

Liv again falls quiet just long enough for their drinks to be replaced, smiling at the bartender before wrapping both hands around her pint. "Things here are… it's that damned Hellmouth. I don't know who opened it or why, but the local Sorcerer Supreme is working on a solution. In the meantime, the most I can do is keep killing whatever comes out of it. Which," she adds, raising a finger, "includes Dracula, by the way. I would laugh if he hadn't come close to robbing me of one of my roommates."

*

"Oooh, Vlad's up and about again?" It's a perked up question that's one half girlish glee, and one half predatory anticipation. Eisa and Dracula's history is a complicated one. Liv probably knows that much, even if the details are ones she's always been unusually reticent about boasting on or confiding about. Realizing she's letting her expression show a bit too much, the demoness is going on quickly enough. "Though terrible about your roommates. Mortals again though? I've never been able to take roommates for long. Yours did seem rather perturbed at my calls when I missed you though, so I hope I didn't stir up trouble for you."

A little bit of wickedness to the smirk trying to touch her lips hints at not so much contrition, and she's hiding it with a quick drink before going on to ask. "Do you know if Strange has any particular plans? I'd intended to have tea and a chat with him, but he was indisposed. Which probably means he did something heroic and was hurt as he's prone to doing, the wonderful fool of a man. I knew, if anyone, he'd be on top of the matter though. Though it's good some of ours are joining the fray. I was oblivious to it until I tore my way through into central park and sensed that great bloody rift someone's left. Met an elf I knew from the past there, as I'd mentioned, and he was out hunting demons and such as well, so it seems you and others are doing your part."

*

Liv waves a hand. "Oh, no, your calls were fine," she assures her. "The last people who called for me were just… more difficult." Yes. That is how she shall phrase that. She shrugs helplessly, raising her glass for a quick swig. "And I like having mortal friends. There aren't many alternatives around here, for one thing. And it… I find it helps."

She sets her pint down again, humming thoughtfully at the question. "Well, I know that he has set up some Wards for the moment," Liv muses, dropping her chin into a hand. "He feels that the only solution is to fully banish the Hellmouth from this reality, which I certainly agree with. Of course, I have no idea how to do that, but that's why he's the Sorcerer Supreme and I'm not."

*

"Heh, good point. I'll hopefully catch up with him one of these days to see where I can help in turn with that. I imagine there'll be much to do with it. I expect whoever put it there as well as those that've come through it won't be eager to see it closed." There's an anticipatory gleam at that in Eisa's bright eyes at that, though she's going on to add. "And don't get me wrong, I love the many, many mortals I've known through the years. I just haven't enjoyed living with many of them." Says the woman who's 'Devil Den' as she jokingly calls it is a mansion in some obscure corner of the world on the side of a volcano that she routinely keeps hot enough to be uncomfortable even for Asgardians. Either way, she's raising up her glass again, sly mirth and good cheer helped along by the first big glass of honey mead. "To great battles and better friendships!" And its another race! One thing that can be said, Asgardians do know how to drink.

*

Another emptied pint. It's a good thing Liv has a job to pay for all these drinks. "I can give you his address as well, if you need it," Liv offers, already shifting in her seat to dig in her pocket for a business card. "Though it sounds like you are already familiar with him. More than I am, at any rate. He seemed… guarded, when I told him Loki had sent me," she says thoughtfully, nodding slowly from one side to the other. "Which, I suppose, is only wise."

*

That earns a big grin. "Anyone who's met him does tend to share a degree of such caution. But yes, he and I have known one another a few years and enjoyed tea and debate. I've always been fascinated with human magics. Studied with a few of them through the centuries." Signalling another pair of drinks from a rueful looking bartender, Eisa's relaxing as she goes on, rolling her shoulders and letting tension ease out of her. "Guh, it's good to have a drink and relax a bit. And have the weight of the search somewhat relieved. Thank you for coming tonight, Liv. Truly, my friend, you're a sanity-saver." A pause while the drinks arrive to happy thanks and brief friendly asking after the apparently familiar bartender's children, then the demoness is going on after a sip. "So what of you? Aside from this hellmouth foolishness and your outting of long-held secret, what trouble have you been up to? Any fine mortal or immortal men in your life?" A sly playfulness as she adds. "Or women. I'm not picky for my gossip."

*

"Always happy to help," Liv replies warmly, grinning across the table. She settles into a comfortable slouch in her seat with arms loosely folded across her chest, relaxed and calm. Definitely a nice change from the way she's spent most of the week. When Eisa seeks gossip, however, she can't help but bark a laugh, rolling her blue eyes upwards towards the ceiling. "I don't have time for any of that. I barely have time for friends lately. Although, I did run into Duke," she admits, her lips quirking into a lopsided smile. "It's nice to have him around again. Though it still isn't anything like that."

*

"Bah! It should be though! That is a fine piece of immortal meat right there! All the better that you can love him and leave him, then start the chase all over again a few laters when he's forgotten you!" Yes, Eisa's demonic wickedness tends to come out a bit when she's giving relationship advice. Rolling eyes and scoffing, she takes a big swig of drink, complaining afterwards to the air. "Bah. Warrior women! It's always about duty and heroics and showing you can be every bit as strong as the damned men, never taking care of the important things in this long life like getting your proper itches scratched!" Lamenting is silenced by another sip as the woman lays back languidly in her chair, a pant-clad leg folding up over the other knee, showing off expensive short boots of italian leather. "What about these room-mates that sleep too much?" Like the normal human amount probably if that. "They good sorts who know of you? Or are they kept in the dark for their own good?"

*

As Eisa goes on, Liv watches her over her drink, her expression growing… patient. She drums her fingers against her glass, quietly clucking her tongue before taking a sip. But does she actually say anything on the topic of herself and Duke? Of course not. She never does.

Instead: "My roommates know," Liv replies as she sets her glass down again, her eyes on her pint. "I only told them about Asgard recently, but they've always known that I'm not normal. They're good people."

*

The one thing that can be said for Eisa, she at least knows when to let a thing drop, and so isn't pressing on the matter of Duke, just smirking to herself, sipping more and listening to the talk of friends. A pleased nod is given. "Good. You deserve that chance to be who you are. Hopefully I'll have opportunity to meet them someday." The wicked glee creeps back in and she's offering out with her throaty tone OH so innocent. "Maybe we can take them out drinking sometime." Yes, because taking her friends out to get raucously trashed and into a bar fight sounds just like Eisa's sort of suggestion.

*

"You'll get along well with Max," Liv says confidently. "She's a terror and drinks at least as well as anyone I grew up with. Jack… well." She smiles oddly at Eisa and shrugs her shoulders. "She works in insurance." So hanging around the likes as Asgardians and demonesses is bound to drive the poor woman mad.

*

Eisa's caught mid-sip with the 'insurance' bit and actually snorts a little of the mead up her nose with her barely-suppressed laugh, eyes watering as they twinkle with mirth. Rosy lips are twitching with it as she rubs at her face and her eyes, trying not to break out into full smile. "Insurance. Right. Well… it's always the quiet ones that surprise you, isn't it?" Lips still quivering, she hold up her half-empty glass again to toast laughingly. "To the surprising ones!" Yup, she's totally planning to get them drunk. Pity about that Asgardian constitution and how much liquor they're going to go through for that, but then she's planning to pick up the tab, even if it ends up turning into a brawl for who gets to get it.

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