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Characters: Lyra Silvertongue, and anyone who drops by!
Format: Whatever you want.
This log is: open
Location: Red Common Room.
Summary: After finding out she's a player and poking around the campus a bit, Lyra spends some time in her dorm's common room.
Warnings: Probably none.

That woman was unnerving, and had been no help at all as far as answers went, but at least she'd given Lyra everything she asked for. Notebooks, paper, pens, pencils, markers, and a large pile of sugary snacks and candy, along with six cans of cola- she'd realized she couldn't remember what it tasted like, but it was one memory that she could recover through experience. The same with whatever the word was for that color the sky was.

Leaving the candy untouched for a moment, she tacked up her first two pieces of paper to the noticeboard, both written in Lyra's messy hand. The first read "I'm a Player looking for Weapons", and the second read "How much does anyone know about this place?"

She decided that would be enough for now, and started trying to draw a picture of Iorek from out of her memory in the meantime, as she curled up on the most comfortable chair she could find.

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"I've met a few already, yeah," Lyra says, not taking her eyes off of the boy in front of her.

"The Authority... Is what the Church calls God, but he en't, really. He's just the oldest angel," She supposed it was possible Lord Asriel might be behind this too, but the lack of choice didn't fit. Nor did him involving her in it- she expected he'd ignore her since she didn't have anything he wanted.

"It's just a guess, though. They've been beaten, anyway," Lyra shrugged.

"'God', is he?"

He almost smiled wryly at the word, at its implications. So it would seem that those terms were used just as liberally in other worlds. Instead, El feigned a thoughtful frown as he rested his elbows on his knees.

"It's said that people who have been defeated are twice more motivated to get back at those who defeated them. But is this something he would do, force people to fight each other mock battles?"

She was speaking literally, actually. Lyra pursed her lips at his next question though.

"It depends on what the real purpose of this place is. His followers didn't have a problem kidnapping kids and doing terrible things to 'em, though," Lyra said. She didn't bother disguising that she'd seen said things, shuddering a bit.