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[sadly she was a honest to goodness trusting person. By now one would think she would have learned, with all the moments of betrayal and pain she had suffered in the past three years... she still trusted people]

I've met a few people who seem unable to die. Immortal in most cases. Searching the news of the past as well as history points out a few. It's fascinating, really.

[unseen to the other, she shifted in her seat, moving to flop over, like a teen on a phone, only much less oblivious or relaxed. She lay down in the couch, NV still in place and frowned, thinking over what to say]

Discomfort only in the fact that he was mad and a little helpless. Just a head after all. He was very mad when someone he knew showed up as well but... no, he didn't seem in pain. Just said he... or someone, would Bless the person who put him back together. That will take a damn lot of work, considering how many parts he seemed to be in. I couldn't really count it, really. He was... fine. No discomfort other then Miss Castor picking his head up.

[she frowned deeper, feeling guilt for being interested. A hand went to her belly, feeling mildly sick again. It was a human life... scattered all over the place. She had seen it before, thanks to the darkness, but it still made her feel gross]

It shouldn't... be so interesting though, should it. That's not normal, is it? Not that being a talking head is normal either...

[eats-the-rude.livejournal.com]

[So he was beginning to see. Fierce loyalty and trust could easily get her into hot water here, where monsters with the masks of men lurked about corners unseen. She had a..undeniable amount of poor luck, it would seem. Or maybe that was simply part of her gullibility leading her unwittingly into traps. She appeared more intelligent than that, however.]

In the case of most who have arrived here, yes. I've been told as much. But not necessarily those who are considered to be 'local'?

[Lecter was not one who was easily riled; in fact, he barely budged an inch from the comment, letting his eyes wander about the room in which he currently occupied. The heavy draperies were emerald and gold-embroidered, smothering the pane of glass with the thickness of fabric. He reached out to touch it, the velvety texture rubbing smooth against his fingertip.]

It rather reminds me of a story written by the Brothers Grimm. Darker fairytales, you might say...

But it is only within human nature that we be intrigued by the oddities of the world. Had we not that fascination the world would be rather dull indeed, I think.

[controllingluck.livejournal.com]

[These things would get her into all the trouble ever. Her Bad luck will do the rest.]

Not all of the of course, but there are some cases of it. The darkness man, the one who writes about the beasts? Darwin Watts. I've bear that he's been here since the start of the island. Or so it seems. We've seen birthday parties for people who were 300 or older. It's... kind of interesting.

[Oh but the Brothers Grimm? She smiled, loving the strange fairy tails and such. How witches ate children and evil queens had failed princesses for breakfast before the next one showed up. Japan had some really messed up tails as well, some about the headless, no less]

It reminds me of a few stories, actually. I wish i had some of the older darker fairytales though. At least those stories don't make me feel sick. but I suppose yo're right. It's just... human nature.

[eats-the-rude.livejournal.com]

[300...Well, that was quite a number. Though not exactly a comparison to Methuselah, who'd lived to be over 900 years old. Through man's folly however those years started to quickly dwindle away...He wondered if that could be reflected in the City's denizens here. But then there was still the idea of Resurrection to contend with.

Imagine his amusement if he knew God—or a version thereof—was here in the City?]

I'll have to tell you one from France, some time.

[Or from Germany, which is where the Grimm tales originated.]

[controllingluck.livejournal.com]

[How about several versions of 'god' or just gods in general? She had noticed there was a strange influx of powerful beings that were generally deemed a god here or there.]

I would like that, very much. Old fables and folklore was always interesting to me. A friend of mine was studying it, last I heard.

[Besides, folk lore was a easier topic then body-less men and talking heads. She some how went from talking to Sylar in jail to dealing with a blown up body at work It had truly been a strange and messed up day.]

Have you ever had to deal with a body that was blown up? I don't think i should bother asking if he was alive still but... [he is a medical student after all]

Better late than never?

[eats-the-rude.livejournal.com]

[Discoveries of that nature could be made In due time. For now he'd more important things to mull over.]

Oh, the older stories certainly have a...charm to them. You'll see.

[A hidden smile as the reflection from the glass of the window shone in the whites of his eyes, little pinpoints of red within his pupils.]

...Yes.

[During the war there was quite a few of them. But he'll not elaborate.]

I've never seen a case quite like this, if that's what you're asking. But there have been instances...