You honestly don't want to know about me. It won't do you any good. Honestly, you may already be in too deep. But I suppose...
I'm The Lady Door. The only surviving daughter of Porticos, a living decendent from the family of Arch. We're- I'm an opener. Discovering doors is my talent, my gift. But now my family is gone, and I am on the run from Croup and Vandemar. Do not tell them you saw me. I really shouldn't be explaining this too you... damn. I just need a safe place, okay? I need help. My Father told me to find the Marquis de Carabas, but until then.. I guess anyone shall do.
ooc- Rp Blog for Door. I own no rights to this character or Neil Gaiman's beautiful story, Neverwhere.
A name is just a name - Unless it’s Rowdy.
I think I’d like that very much, seeing as my imagination is not capable of meeting the standards of your homelands. Anyhow, I think we can agree to disagree - But you’re not right, you know? I was stating that your Travellers are different from the normal travellers, therefore you should name yourself something that states the difference. And yes, cats are rather regular in the Undergrounds. You should try it, sometime. It fills you rather nicely - Not like a nice mutt would, but nevertheless. The sewers take what they can get. *A crease in her brow formed at the sight of the bracelet* But to know all of my History, it must of been recorded previously. I’m not recorded anywhere up here. And it’s broken anyways, isn’t it?
Alright, Door. I can agree with that.
Fine, you can think I’m wrong all you want, but I’m not. Most call Aliens, Martians. But Martians are strictly from Mars, therefore not all aliens are Martians. Having a different name does not always work. -looks a little upset- Cats are pets on my world. Not… food. I don’t think I would ever be able to eat a cat with good conscience. I’m sorry you don’t have a choice. -he rolls his eyes- It knows from your mind. You have touched me, the bracelet knows everything I know and more. It’s only a little broken… I can’t go anywhere, is all.
I thought I said agree to disagree? And what on earth is a Martian whe it’s at home? *Scoffs at the idea of cats being pets* Yes, they are pets up here too, apparently. We don’t eat them all - Some prefer to keep them as pets, but they are mainly our newer citezens. The older lot will chug it down with ale and be done with it. *Nods* You’d eat a cat if you were close to starving, mate. Like I said, these people are from the undergrounds. Not all of us could eat rabbit and beef, all that fancy stuff. As for your bracelet… Fuck. *Shakes her head, cursing at the wristwear* You could of bloody warned me.. Oh for the love of the Temples and Arch.. I think I should leave.
Eh, most do. Slightly ridiculous sometimes, how odd people think I am.
Yes, but the descriptions I can come up with you, you wouldn’t understand. My imagination and imagery is far from yours, yet so close. -faceplams- But cats are considered animals, and humans are animals. Essentially, cats are humans. You don’t think the same way I do. -looks at the bracelet and smiles- Indeed it does, it remembers people. Your voice, mostly. It knows who you are now.
People have their judgements, I find it best to ignore them. A quirk is a quirk; it worries me how people up here can isolate you so much because of it. It’s almost like the whole leprosy situation all over again.
I wouldn’t understand? I have no chance of trying, with a walking contradiction such as yourself. And as for your arguements on cats, that is the most idiotic theory I have heard. I would never eat the breast of one of my own kind like I would a tender cat. That would be cannibalism. I know some who do that sort of thing, but I always found the idea hideous. Cats and Humans are far from the same breed. *Follows his glance to the bracelet, tilting her head as she tried to understand it* But.. if it can recognise those by their voices.. Damn.
Indeed, a quirk is just a quirk, just like a name is only a name. -gives her a look-
Just nevermind about Juspeczyk, alright? I’ll take you there someday, if you want. And when the bracelet works again. No, my argument is correct. If you think about it how you’re trying to make your point, a cat is an animal and a human is an animal. They are the same. The same way you described Travellers. A human is a different type of animal, and my type of Travellers are different. -arches an eyebrow- You eat cats? Strange. -he smiled at her and held up the arm with the bracelet on it- I could know all of your history with just one touch to the bracelet from you.
A name is just a name - Unless it’s Rowdy.
I think I’d like that very much, seeing as my imagination is not capable of meeting the standards of your homelands. Anyhow, I think we can agree to disagree - But you’re not right, you know? I was stating that your Travellers are different from the normal travellers, therefore you should name yourself something that states the difference. And yes, cats are rather regular in the Undergrounds. You should try it, sometime. It fills you rather nicely - Not like a nice mutt would, but nevertheless. The sewers take what they can get. *A crease in her brow formed at the sight of the bracelet* But to know all of my History, it must of been recorded previously. I’m not recorded anywhere up here. And it’s broken anyways, isn’t it?
Irene. *Nods firmly, storing the name to memory.* And yes, I am glad you can understand. Many can be stupid, you know? They don’t listen and then they misinterperate.. It’s fatal flaws in your lot.
I can certainly vouch for the stupidity. but it only works in my favor so I can’t complain.
Oh really? And how do you manage to pull that one off, if you don’t mind my asking?
People are entirely too trusting. They don’t realize something, like important information, is stolen until it’s too late.
Surely that is not stupidity, but human nature, no? I know many who have suffered at the risk of trusting, Ma’am. It’s but nature.
Eh, most do. Slightly ridiculous sometimes, how odd people think I am.
Yes, but the descriptions I can come up with you, you wouldn’t understand. My imagination and imagery is far from yours, yet so close. -faceplams- But cats are considered animals, and humans are animals. Essentially, cats are humans. You don’t think the same way I do. -looks at the bracelet and smiles- Indeed it does, it remembers people. Your voice, mostly. It knows who you are now.
People have their judgements, I find it best to ignore them. A quirk is a quirk; it worries me how people up here can isolate you so much because of it. It’s almost like the whole leprosy situation all over again.
I wouldn’t understand? I have no chance of trying, with a walking contradiction such as yourself. And as for your arguements on cats, that is the most idiotic theory I have heard. I would never eat the breast of one of my own kind like I would a tender cat. That would be cannibalism. I know some who do that sort of thing, but I always found the idea hideous. Cats and Humans are far from the same breed. *Follows his glance to the bracelet, tilting her head as she tried to understand it* But.. if it can recognise those by their voices.. Damn.
Irene. *Nods firmly, storing the name to memory.* And yes, I am glad you can understand. Many can be stupid, you know? They don’t listen and then they misinterperate.. It’s fatal flaws in your lot.
I can certainly vouch for the stupidity. but it only works in my favor so I can’t complain.
Oh really? And how do you manage to pull that one off, if you don’t mind my asking?
I am aware, as most call me so. Just be glad I don’t speak in Ye Olde English anymore.
I’m vague because you can’t know unless you’ve seen it. I can’t describe it well enough. And we’re Travellers. Our race is called the Travellers, not the Juspeczyk-ians. -he looks back to her and smiles- Because it is my first time here. I can check the bracelet and know. I won’t forget, because I cannot.
Oh, I used to adore it when they all spoke in the old languages! The Earls Court still do, if I remember correctly. I hardly deem that as odd.
Isn’t that the point of imagination and imagery, though? Half of the wonder is in the illusion you create. But the term Juspeczyk-ians is so much more fun to say! Anyways, Travellers is an awful term - We’re all travellers. You’re different, it seems, so why would you be reduced to fitting into the same terms as many others that aren’t your kind? It’s like calling a cat a human too. *Shakes her head, refraining from laughing at him* Well you conned me there, but your bracelet does not record people, does it?
*Withdraws her hand* Oy, Traveller boy. You do not get to start on my name.
Juspeczyk.. Sounds intriguing. There must be a door to it somehow.. What is it like, in Juspeczyk? *Cocks her head to the side* Above. On land. Here and now, we call it the Above. Is this a hard concept, for you Juspeczyk-ians? Anyhow, I will walk down there *Turns her head and points her arm to the left, showing him where she means* In a matter of minutes, and you will forget. Nifty, eh?
-grins at her and holds up his hands- Alright, alright.
It’s very complicated, what it’s like. It depends on your status, mostly. Kinda like here, I assume. -rolls his eyes- Yes, I get that now. And call us Travellers, not Juspeczyk-ians. -he looks to where she points and arches an eyebrow- Except I won’t forget. I don’t and can’t forget.
*Shakes her head but allows a smile at his mock surrender* You’re rather odd, are you aware?
Well everywhere is kinda like here. Except that it isn’t - You’re really vague, aren’t you, Rowdy? Is that another trait of the Juspeczyk-ians? *Mirrors his action and returns the arched eyebrow* How do you know we haven’t encountered before and you didn’t forget? You will forget; Trust me. You have to, really.
theladydoor-notdoreen started following you
Hello, I’m Irene Adler.
Irene? These names are so odd, up here. Well, I assume it is a pleasure, Lady Adler.
Up here?
It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Miss…?
…Door. But spare me the formalities, if you would. And yes, up here. Under your skies and Above. It’s all so… peculiar, Lady Adler. No offence, f’course.
Please, call me Irene. If you aren’t used to being under my skies than I can understand how peculiar it could seem.
Irene. *Nods firmly, storing the name to memory.* And yes, I am glad you can understand. Many can be stupid, you know? They don’t listen and then they misinterperate.. It’s fatal flaws in your lot.
Yes, well. Hate it all you want. My friend gave it to me. And I’m not regal, I’m a Traveller. My real name is no concern of yours.
Well then, a gift given by a friend should be cherished, of course. Never know when it could come in handy …despite how odd it sounds. Anyways, I’m one to talk.
So, traveller boy. It seems we’re two in a boat in that sense. Bet you can’t go too far, can you, up in the Above? I’ve heard it’s rather different, the majority of it.
I still don’t know what the Above is. If you told me, I could give you an answer, maybe. This is not my time nor my place.
You never told me your name.
Door. The name’s Door *Extends her arm* Not that it will matter for much longer.
So, Traveller boy, if this isn’t your time nor place, when is? Where is, even? And as for the Above, I figured that would be easy for even simple minds. You are in the Above now. Above all the sewers and tunnels, walking above those who slipped through the cracks.. But as I say, it’s not going to matter for much longer. *Grins*
-shakes her hand- It’s nice to meet you, Door. Weird name you have.
I’m from the Traveling world, Juspeczyk. From long ago. And I figured that you meant above something, but I don’t know what you mean by the Above. Why won’t it matter for much longer?
*Withdraws her hand* Oy, Traveller boy. You do not get to start on my name.
Juspeczyk.. Sounds intriguing. There must be a door to it somehow.. What is it like, in Juspeczyk? *Cocks her head to the side* Above. On land. Here and now, we call it the Above. Is this a hard concept, for you Jespeczyk-ians? Anyhow, I will walk down there *Turns her head and points her arm to the left, showing him where she means* In a matter of minutes, and you will forget. Nifty, eh?
theladydoor-notdoreen started following you
Hello, I’m Irene Adler.
Irene? These names are so odd, up here. Well, I assume it is a pleasure, Lady Adler.
Up here?
It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Miss…?
…Door. But spare me the formalities, if you would. And yes, up here. Under your skies and Above. It’s all so… peculiar, Lady Adler. No offence, f’course.
