Alfheimr

The Black Friday opened up a Dimension Gate from the Veritas to come see the land of Alfheim. She was interested in it because it had fae like herself, as well as Goddesses, like herself. But this gothic lolita wearing dark Goddess was looking for a good time, and sought it out here at the beach. Though there were no eyes in her sockets, she could see just fine. Her tattered black dark energy wings spread wide as she hovered before a minstrel. "Sup?" she asked casually.

The Black Friday raised a brow at Tristan, crossing her arms and smirking mischievously. "Yeah, Dimension Gates Are All The Rage Back Where I Come From. Best Mode Of Transportation To Any Dimension And Any Place In Any Dimension." She uncrossed her arms and shrugged, closing her sockets. "No Need To Be Jealous. It's Not That Fancy." Or, at least not to her. She then spread her fingerless gloved arms out and opened her lids lowly. "I Am Called Black Friday, Dark Goddess Of Misfortune... And Other Stuff. But Mostly Misfortune." She was really casual, it seemed, about herself and everything. "Nice To Meetcha." Normally that sent terror into the hearts of men... But she was new around here, so she understood if it didn't have the same effect here.

The Black Friday gazed off to the side, trying to hold back a snicker. "Yeah, Accidents Happen..." As Goddess Of Misfortune, she was quite aware of how 'accidents' happened. When he honored her, she was taken aback, for Black Friday was used to screams of terror and malicious behavior toward her. "W-Well... Thanks," she said in a bland tone. Her face became expressionless as she said, "My People Have Been Frequenting This Place Trying To Establish Peace And Whatever With It. I'm Just Along For The Ride, Really." She shrugged again. "Came To Check The Place Out. See What The Veritas Is Getting Itself Into. We Always Scope Out The Other Realms We Visit And Seek To Connect To." It was a normal thing for them to traverse other realms.

The Black Friday bent over midair to inspect Tristan a little better, noticing his features. "Yeah... The Veritas..." Her voice sounded distant, and Black Friday hovered in a circle around Tristan. "... Water, Eh? Yeah, We Got That Back Where I Come From..." Friday snickered to herself, finding herself funny. "I Don't Mind A Tour Or An Explanation, But I'm Not A Being That Should Be In Crowds, See. Someone Might Step On A Crack, Break Their Back, Get Crossed By A Black Cat... Or Get Struck By Lightning Or Something." Of course, Black Friday had control over her powers, but it was part of being what she was to have such things occur. After inspecting Tristan some, she gazed at his face and asked him, "What Are You, Anyway...?"

The Black Friday pulled back after her inspection, hovering upright again. "Yeah, We Can Do That, I Suppose." Truthfully, she wanted to cause some mischief in secret, but she knew that would be bad relations and her lover would be highly upset. "Nice Breed," she said, clicking her tongue and pointing at him as if her finger were a gun and firing, "I'm A Baku And A Fairy. I'm The Dark Side Of The 'Friday The Thirteenth Fairy'. Hence Why I Have Control Over Superstition And Probability." She made spooky gestures with her hands, wiggling her fingers as small bats fluttered from and back into her gloved palm. A small black owl emerged from her shoulder, which she pet, saying, "Yeah, I Do... Stunts Like That, Too. Only Much More... Uh... Destructive. Heh."

The Black Friday smiled softly. "True Enough," she'd say lightly, knowing some things about her 'Good Friday' side that made 'Black Friday' look like the Fairy Godmother. "Anyway," she'd say, pressing the owl on her shoulder back into the blackness of her clothing, "A Baku Is A Dream Eater. I Used To Give People Nightmares And Eat Their Dreams." Black Friday chuckled a little. "Good Times... Good Times." No, they weren't. "I Am An Embodiment Of Bad Luck, Itself. It's My Other Half That's Got The Good Luck... And The Bad Luck..." She was still the same person, but she was also two different entities entirely. "Anyway, We Won't Get Into That. Just... Tell Me More About Yourself, Yeah?" The dark Goddess fairy was more interested in others than herself... As of recent.

The Black Friday lowered her eyelids over her eyeless sockets. "Yeah, I'm Sure Baku Are Real Rare Around These Parts... Can't See Why A Dream Eater Would Exist Here." Black Friday then became silent and expressionless to listen to what Tristan had to say, making no motion at all -- as if she were dead. Even after he finished talking. "AMAZING!!" she suddenly shouted, trying to scare him. Then she went back to being casual. "... Yeah, I Don't Travel Much, Unless Duty Calls... Which Means I Destroy Something Or Curse Something, Or Something. Fortunately, That's Not The Case When I Travel Of My Own Free Will." She still was The Friday The Thirteenth Fairy, after all, even if her dark side. "I'm Sure Meeting Me Has Been... Uh, Eventful," she said.

The Black Friday nodded her head slowly, lids half open and mouth curled into a slight frown. "Enjoyable, Eh? Must Mean I'm Losing My Touch..." Black Friday snapped her fingers angrily and out at sea, a lightning bolt fell from the sky and struck down. "Or..." Suddenly, she smiled and giggled, batting her lids to her eyeless sockets in a girlish fashion, "... I'm Just An Amazing, Awesome, Astounding Person That-- No, Let Me Stop." Her entire face went stale. "Not A Lot Makes Me Happy, Guy. I'm Surrounded By Misfortune All Of The Time." She extended her hand and let a spider fall from her palm on a black thread, which she brought up and down like a yo-yo. "You Learn To Love It." Maybe, though, he could show her another side of happiness. "Let's See The Beach," she said.

The Black Friday couldn't help but laugh when he thought she was unhappy with the misfortune all around her. "Hahaha! I LOVE Doing What I Do! It Just Backfires On Me Sometimes If I Get Out Of Control." She could tell that this was a kind, earnest guy with a heart that was full of love and beauty... But Black Friday was definitely the opposite of all of that. "I Create Happiness All The Time!" Friday jested. But she was also serious. Just then, he started walking, and Friday followed, hovering slowly behind him. "Sunset, Eh?" she said quizzically, gazing off to the waters. "I Like The Moon Best." She turned to Tristan. "It's Obvious We Have A COMPLETELY Different Perspective And Opinion Of Things. Nearly Opposite." She smiled, saying genuinely, "That's A Good Thing... For You."

The Black Friday looked at Tristan skeptically, knowing that causing misfortune for others and keeping it from yourself was hard work. "Yeah, Who Says That? I'll Murder Em." She laughed grimly into a dark chuckle. "Huh, No One's Ever Asked Me That Before. You're A Real Oddball." But, it got Black Friday to grin big and wide as she said, "My Name. There Is A Type Of Total Calamitous Chaos That Is So Discordant And Destructive, It Blots Out Existence Entirely From The Activity Alone. We Call It 'Black Friday', And It Comes In Many Forms. Mostly My Wrath Or Someone's Undoing." Placing her hands on her hips triumphantly, she kicked up a leg behind her and floated with pep. "Now It's Your Turn!" she said, unusually happily. "What's Your Favorite Kind Of Song?"

The Black Friday could understand where Tristan was coming from when it came to selecting a favorite. The dramatics made Friday giggle some, and she placed her fingers cutely to her lips. She listened to the son that Tristan allowed her to hear and she closed her eyes solemnly, smiling darkly. Black Friday rose up into the air as a storm brewed out at sea in melodious harmony with the song, tides dancing and dashing about wildly... All until the song calmed and ended, wherein which Black Friday opened her eyes lightly and a large lightning bolt crashed down far off in the distance. When the song was over, the storm departed and the sea calmed, all to Friday's saying, "That Was... Beautiful... It Reminds Me..." She came in close, whispering, "Of Me...!"

The Black Friday was now going to be the voice of reason for Tristan where he'd been to her. "Nah, Loving Your Own Work Is Important! If You Don't, You're Not Really Doing It Right, Ya Know?" She crossed her legs and floated as if sitting down, continuing to say, "Your Own Work Is Supposed To Be Most Beautiful Because You Put Your Love Into It." Suddenly, Friday started gagging and beating her chest, which then led her to spew out a black cat made of shadows that hit the ground and took off running, sifting away the farther it got. "Huh, Sorry, I Almost Got Cheesy For A Second," she joked morosely. "Makes Me Sick!" Black Friday began to cackle, spinning around in the air and kicking her legs joyfully like a child.

The Black Friday stuck out her tongue playfully and winked, rubbing the back of her head. "Let's Just Say, I've Had A Long Time To Get My Act Together. Heh Heh." She was, however, interested in what he said about spewing his own critters... Which she knew to mean that he intended to do some watery mysticism. "Huh, I Wouldn't Mind Seeing What You Can Do With Water, Sonny Boy," Friday said, leaning forward and lying down, interlocking her fingers beneath her chin. "You Can Do Whatever You Like, Guy. It's Not Like I'm Having A Terrible Time Or Anything." That was her way of saying she enjoyed his company. "Nice Change Of Pace, Ya Know?" Black Friday winked again, a little bat flying from her eyelashes and dispersing back into lashes after a moment.

The Black Friday started to hold back laughter, snorting and coughing as she did so. Folk music did that to her sometimes. "Oh..." she snickered some, then regained her composure, "... Totally Was Not Expecting That After That Other Song." It was good, but a bit too peppy for Black Friday's taste. "... Yeah, You're Good, And I'm Glad You Like That Song So Much." It took all her strength to not burst into laughter, though, admittedly. "Really Fitting For One With Your... Attitude. Cherish It." Black Friday, smiling wide, flipped her short black hair with her pale fingerless gloved hand, "But Alas, Too Cheery For My Taste. Maybe My Other Half Could Enjoy It More. When We're Whole. I AM A Fae After All, And Folk Music Is Right Up Our Alley."

The Black Friday, smiling, shook her head a bit with a raised brow. "I Forgot To Mention That My Full Self Is A Goddess Queen Over All The Fae Universe In Our Dimension. Very Busy. I'm Her Dark Side, So I'm Only Around When She's Unhappy. But I Get Bored And Lonely Waiting For That Time, Ya Know?" Friday sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "Don't Go Out Of Your Way, Ya Know? I'm A Very DARK Being. I Like Dirges And Elegies. Sadness And Woe. That's... Not Exactly What I Think Will Keep Your Spirits High." She placed her hands on her hips again. "Besides, I've Heard Enough. I Want To See Your Skills With The Water. I Have A Certain Affinity For It, As Well, You See."

The Black Friday responded to Tristan by saying, "Thanks A Million. Appreciate Ya!" It was hard to tell from her tone if she was being genuine or sarcastic, but context clues would lead to the former over the latter. She slung another gunshot finger at him and winked again as confirmation for what he was saying when he spoke of making people sad or happy. "Exactly. That's Why You Shouldn't Worry About Me. My Happiness... Is Others' Misfortune." When she saw the water spider, she said, "Cool! Let's Make Our Spiders Fight!" then released another spider from the darkness of the palm of her hand on a thread, wriggling violently at the water spider. As she did this, Black Friday noticed a woman coming toward the beach. "Oho? Looks Like Someone's Interested In Us."

The Black Friday snickered, manifesting shadow boxing gloves on her violently wriggling spider, "Aw, What Gave Us Away?" Friday extended her four black tattered dark energy wings, which wavered like plasma. "Was It The Dark Fairy Wings? Or My Gothic Lolita Outfit?" With her other fingerless gloved hand, she pointed to her eyeless sockets of darkness and asked, "Or Maybe The Lack Of Eyes?" There was a bunch about Black Friday that was out of this world, but her personality topped it off. "Call Me Black Friday. Dark Goddess Of Misfortune... And Other Things." She shifted her eyeless sockets shadily. "You Look Like A Party," Black Friday said in reference to the alcohol in the woman's hand. "Who And What Are You, Miss Lady?"

The Black Friday withdrew her fighting spider back into her palm, crossing her arms. "Gothic Lolita Is A Style All Its Own! Cute But Deadly, As They Say!" Black Friday kind of snickered when Thorgerdr mentioned transformation or spitting up something. Black Friday could do both. But she had a feeling that the question wasn't directed at her. "If You Can't, Tristan, I Sure Can Put On A Show For Our Unexpected Guest. Heh." Though, Black Friday's thought of entertainment might widely differ from this woman's... She seemed like a hard person. Friday would lay in the air, then floated upside down, somewhat inquisitive about this Thorgerdr person.

The Black Friday watched Tristan do one last trick before he took off, shouting, "Bye, Guy!" at him as he went off to eat. Black Friday looked around, as if trying to find the source of the saying. "Uh, People That Are Cute But Also Secretly Deadly! Duh!" She poked her own head and it rattled about with tons of creatures, which spilled out of her eyes as she made a dumb face. Bats and rats and cats and spiders found their way out of Friday's empty eye sockets and into the air or off on the ground, dissipating only a short time after their conception. "Anyway..." Friday said, her face becoming emotionless as she floated upright, "... You Don't Seem Like You Like Too Much Goofing Around. Don't Take No Shit, Huh?"

The Black Friday's face remained expressionless, but she lowered her eyelids lightly over her sockets. "More Freaky Than You Know," she said in bland tone, her tattered and torn dark energy wings vibrating like wisps. "I Don't Think We Have Time To Talk About Gothic Fashion Nor Lolita Fashion, And I Doubt You'd Like To Hear. You Don't Seem..." Friday looked Thorgerdr up and down, "... The Fashionable Type." Friday flicked a spider from her eye, which dissipated into darkness. "Oh, And Another One? This Place Must Be A Party At Night. I Could Get Into That," she said in an emotionless tone.

The Black Friday's face remained stale. Not a single maggot came from Friday's face. "I Hate Maggots," she said blatantly, having no quips or jokes about it. "You Should Really Be Open To Things Outside Of Your Culture. Makes You Look Very Close-Minded." Friday narrowed her sockets. "Doubt You Care. You Seem Racist, Too. Doubt It Matters." Black Friday could sum this lady up from her drunken stupor. "Don't Choke On The Last Drops Of Alcohol." Goddess Of Misfortune might make that happen. She turned her gaze to the at least pleasant seeming one, Fjara, saying blandly, "I Don't Care." Black Friday then became completely motionless, as if dead, her stale, expressionless face with a hint of contempt clear and pale as the moon.

The Black Friday repeated herself rather clearly, stating, "I Don't Care," to Heidr. She meant what she said the first time. Her expressionless, yet contemptuous face did not change. At all. "I Don't Care," Friday reiterated to Thorgerdr, clearly and blatantly. To Fjara, she quickly -- and quite viciously -- said, "I Don't Know Them. They Just Walked Up To Me And A Friend Of Mine And Started Talking Shit To Me About How I Look And What I Am And Where I'm From." That was about as much as they were going to get out of Black Friday further. Her true abysmal lack of care held no bounds, and it would show on her emotionless face and in her emotionless voice. Black Friday continued to hover motionlessly as if dead, silently after that.

The Black Friday was silent for a long while. After a while, she smirked at Heidr, her face becoming sinisterly playful, and she asked, "You... Wanna Fight?" Black Friday thought it a joke. So she giggled. Lightly, slightly, and with a single obnoxious, "Hmhm~!" as if holding back laughter. "You're Joking," Friday said rather matter of fact. "I'd Sweep You." But that was neither here nor there. To Fjara, Friday answered, "I Am Dark Goddess Of Misfortune, Black Friday. I Am A Fae And Baku From Another Dimension." Her appearance was short, black hair with three white stripes running down them, black tattered dark energy wings that flowed like wisps, a Gothic Lolita style skirt, long fingerless black gloves, and leather zipper boots that came up to her thighs. And, no eyes.

The Black Friday returned to her expressionless face, saying to Heidr, "You Sure Do Talk A Lot." She smirked. "Don't Bite Your Tongue." Goddess Of Misfortune could make that happen, too. "Look, I Don't Care. You Don't Know Me, And If You Want To Face Me, I'll Show You What Makes Me GODDESS Of Misfortune." That 'misfortune' was not limited to your simple superstition, either. Regardless, Black Friday didn't REALLY care either way. "There's A Saying From Where I Come From: Talk Shit, Get Hit." Heidr was literally asking for it, all that dump coming from her mouth. When Fjara said her goodbyes, Friday simply returned to being emotionless, giving neither acknowledgement nor return of farewells.

The Black Friday had been about the dimensions causing misfortune to things that usually deserved it, relishing in the destruction when she returned to Alfheim, where her husband frequented. He told the Dark Goddess Fairy of all of the misfortune that happened and she looked around, her eyeless sockets glaring with a sense of mischief. "What's Up?" Friday, who wore a black Gothic Lolita dress and some fingerless gloves placed her fingers up to her chin, pondering. She didn't see anyone. "They Sure Did Make The New Place Nice And Pretty," she did say, aware of the city being destroyed previously. "Guess They Clean Up Nice." Friday interlocked her hands and stretched them, cracking her knuckles, "Now Let's See About What Fun I Can Have Here...?"