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Posted: Mar 21 2017, 07:36 AM
Tag Victoria Scarlet / Notes: Underworld, presumably before the first curse when Victoria first died
Evanna remembered a time when she had counted the days passing after she died and first arrived in the Underworld, but as the days turned into years and then centuries, Evanna got to the point that it seemed rather pointless to count the days. She'd stopped considering her unfinished business a very long time ago, not long after she chose to dedicate herself to caring for any lost children that found themselves there, cut down at the start of their lives, unfinished business, no family around them to help. It seemed death truly was blind, it did not care who it took, how old they were, how good they were, it took and it took and that was just the way life was.
Today was just another drop in a very large bucket of days, her routine she had down to the point she never even had to consciously think about the tasks ahead of her. Look after the children, make sure they had something to eat, give the older children tasks for the day, eventually go on her walk that was essentially an exploring expedition of sorts. She would walk around some of the areas that children were quite often drawn to after they woke up in the Underworld, see if there were any new arrivals. She would also sometimes go into new areas of the Underworld, though there were less and less of those as she'd been there so long. The Underworld was vast, but not without some limits, and she never ventured too close to where Hades kept himself and his dungeons for the souls he punished and tortured. Sometimes when she did venture too close, she could hear occasional screams of agony coming from below.
She made her way down a path through what for all intents and purposes appeared to be very much like a forest, sometimes it even felt almost familiar, like it was some mimicked version of the Enchanted Forest, though she imagined trees looked the same wherever one wandered. She knew she was close to some caves, and every so often she would find children hiding in there for shelter, she wasn't sure what or who she would find today, but it was her routine and since she died so very long ago, routine was all she had left to cling to.
Posted: Apr 12 2017, 08:13 AM
Routine had been all Victoria knew when she lived in the Enchanted Forest. Day in and day out of working at the parish, with Friar Tuck, Victoria would be considered to have obsessive-compulsive disorder these days. But here in the Underworld, chaos uprooted the simplicity and routine of her former life. Making her way around the Underworld's lair and trying to remember where everything was, Victoria suddenly stumbles over a basket that someone had dropped and goes to pick it up. “Ma'am, you dropped this,” she calls out to the redhead retreating. Knowing it probably wouldn't get the woman's attention but hopeful that it would because Victoria wasn't about to let the woman forget about her basket.
Once her slender hands had closed around the handles of the basket, Victoria makes her way over to join the redhead woman and gave her a soft smile. “You don't look familiar. Are you new like I am?” Victoria asks, suddenly curious.
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