Lady_Grimm

@dragonfang_:

The bane to the criminal underworld had fire and defiance in her eyes. Although she said she didn't know whether her piece of perspective was helpful, the Android gained a new understanding of the world around her.

"You have indeed helped to comfort me despite our stark differences."

For a moment, she just sat there. Starting at the empty air and without using her advanced cybernetic interject, reflected in the duos conversation. This woman didn't accept the what fate had dealt to get, so instead, she dealt get own cards, forever changing her destiny. Most likely to the dismay of the universe and the strings it had now entangled.

"I would like to help the community as well... The world if I can. With as much sincerity and gratitude, I thank you." The femme fatale freaked her drink and finished its contents, numb to the dry and burning sensation that was normally frowned at.

Grimm stood and offered a slight bow and courteous wave. The count of extraordinary people she has met had now been tallied to two. Two souls that she felt would cross paths with her once again.

@dragonfang_

Lorna refrained from elaborating on the origin of her name, fearful of the possible repercussions that could come about from divulging too much about her own anscestry. Instead, she offered a mild answer to the second question before turning the interview over.

"I am a Cyborg. Mostly machine if I'm being completely honest....But, I don't know where the robot ends and the human begins."

She said it plainly and coldly, shrugging off the moral underlining of her statement.

"As the heir apparent to a crime syndicate, what makes you go against the grain? How did you manage to find the middle ground between two warring parties and manifest that into your inspiration?"

Lorna leaned in closer to the fellow patron and whispered playfully,

"I bet it's the violence. Doing something you can do simply for the fact that you're able to."

She reclined back to her seat before raising a single finger to the bartender, signaling for another drink.

"Or maybe it's because you can right the wrongs of the despot before you with the methods of this...Rook?"

@dragonfang_:

"You seem to have strong feelings about...Cut throats, Lady Taylor."

She was clearly intrigued in what business she meant, but depending on what she does as a profession or who exactly she might be, it could probably be a corporate risk so Lorna avoided prying any further in the matter. Out of respect, she also refrained from searching online records that would match her description for more detailed information, although she made a mental note of it in case it was a subject to come up later. Lorna slyly scanned her facial patterns to get a sense of what Taylor might have been thinking, but Taylor seemed adept at keeping her thoughts her own.

"Lorna....was given. It was meant to exhibit my purpose as a single automaton that was severed from all other life. "

The android admitted reluctantly thinking back to her day of liberation. The day she considers her birthday despite her essence being from another world and another time. The self-christened machine normally held onto these facts, but she needed to tell someone. She needed to know that she wasn't alone in this world. Even if that shared connection was only a shared secret.

@dragonfang_ :

"Have you found all there is for you to find?"

Lorna's curiosity matching the question.

"What makes you do whatever it is you do?"

She moved her palm from her face and gripped the tan glass, letting out a sigh of disappointment being completely aware of the ineffectiveness of the alcohol before downing it.

"Apologies. That seems intrusive. What's the common saying? I'm Negative Nancy?"

Still unable to comprehend common sayings, metaphors and sarcasm, she chuckled awkwardly to help easy the tension and not seem too standoffish. She needed whatever life advice anyone had to offer and was currently batting 0-0.

"My name is Lorna."

She was still getting accustomed to her name. The meaning 'Alone' or 'Solitude' suited her perfectly.

@beatrice_dubois:

If Lorna's face pigmentation would change like a normal human's, the burning crimson streak would betray her emotions. She staggered back, taken by the surprise inquiry that had already been answered by it's own utterance.

"What does that name mean to you?"

The words seethed from her lips as she crossed her arms in defiance, shoveling away her normal politeness.

Lady Grimm

The magical entity that had once, for a very brief time, held the title of Sorceress Supreme. The Mistress of Malevolence that had once razed a city and ravaged a nation. The soul from which Lorna had been created from or merged with, wither way, she didn't know. It was a fragment of her shattered memories that she could not purge, but instead was cursed to live on with.

"Because that was a different world, and a different life."

Lorna replied, eyeing the broom the witch had rode in on. Cautiously watching her movements, hoping this wasn't a vindictive sorceress from something Lorna wouldn't even remember.

• @deicidium is the only actual person she knows.

@kaija@beatrice_dubois

Lorna skimmed through the pages of the relic, the dust floating off the parchment and on her hands as her eyes met the hand scripted words. She could scour the internet and comb through countless of articles in less than a second, but the modern world had abandoned the arcane arts long ago and whatever information they held had yet to be rendered onto digital formatting. The old school way to research what she needed to know was her only viable option.

The tome had revealed the possibility of countless of dimensions universes and parallel realities with either stark differences of minor variations in their worlds. It intrigued her knowing that her soul was not from this world and was therefore not bound it.

"Help with what?"

The break in solitude caught her, for the first time, off guard. She turned around causally, closing the spine of the book and folding it's cover under the violet cloak of her arm.

"I hadn't noticed you there."

The Living Virus had said playfully, analyzing the recently arrived woman before her. The strange woman's aura was different in both color, sense, and size. All were considerably distinct, indicating someone who knew there way around the world.

"I just found the section of mythology that I wanted."

It was difficult for Lorna to seem like an average person given the paleness of her skin and glowing marks that could easily mistaken for tattoos. The long shawl and cloak were her only option to go incognito, but even now she was realizing how pointless her disguise was if she could be so easily approached.

@beatrice_dubois

The dusty shelves creaked as the thick ivory book had been retrieved from it's long occupied spot. The cover of the grasped tome had been branded in strange characters that were illegible to the untrained eye. Lorna Crown however, was not untrained. She scanned it's cover identifying and memorizing each turn, edge, and curve of every symbol.

Reviving The Past.

She transcribed the title in her mind, admiring the sheer beauty of the engravings. The Living Virus couldn't feel the exact texture as well as an organic being could, but still, she held it in awe as if the slightest movement of mishandling would turn it to ash within her palms. The recently revived cybernetic was only now picking up the shards of her past life and attempting to put them back together. Their was too many missing pieces however. Images in her mind that had no meaning and snips of sounds and smells that held some sort of locked bliss.

She ignored to think about it any further. It only brought her to a dead end with answers and so it was best not to become distracted. The library was tucked away in between some of the countless blocks of lower middle class living in between The Narrows and Avalon Hill. It's collection wasn't modern at all and was more of an antique shop, but for the few adept in the arcane arts, they knew that these were the kinds of merchants that held the best artifacts in regards to magic.

"I think this will help."

Lorna said aloud, verbally reassuring her that there was still a chance to recover what was lost. What was taken.

@dragonfang_:

Lorna had intended her words to stay her own and hadn't expected someone to overhear her. The stranger's response however, struck a chord and held a lot of truth. It was a difficult conversation to simply shrug off and dismiss.

"How can I know what I want, when I don't even know what I have?"

The cybernetic being rested her elbow on the counter and let out a deep sigh. Her cold fingers traced along the deep etches of her artifical skin. The lines ran blue with subtle neon as electricity flowed through her like blood in an organic creature.

Lorna turned and faced her fellow patron, sensing the chaotic aura around her. The tugging of two paths that she had faced and how she triumphed over her own demons. She permeated of sin, but didn't give off the impression of evil. Lorna remained cautious, but intrigued.

"Where should I start?"