So, Samirah's new name is Awkward.
Don't get it wrong.
And yes, I'm male today,
Samirah is now known as Awkward because Leo declared it after his dinner disaster.
It was too much of a mess to write, and I'm lazy, so you ain't getting it written down.
So, I guess, long story short, Leo died of an arrow to his heart (courtesy of the audience after 5 people went up in flames), Samirah died of embarrassment, I died of laughter, and Halfborn and Mallory may have died from lack of oxygen (I'll spare you the details).
So, that was a fun night.
Today, I told Leo all there is to know about this place.
I'm like his new sensei. ÙwÚ
After I told him that we would "sneak" out of Hotel Valhalla often, he pretty much begged me to help him go.
So I helped him sneak out of the luxury prison for the dead. 'Cause that's what friends are for, right?
He said to go to Indianapolis, so... yeah. We got to Indianapolis. (This is an annoyingly long word to write.)
"Come on!" He brought me down the street to a big, beautiful, elegant, vibrant... wall. Of red brick.
Leo laughed at my confused expression. He went and ran his fingers along the wall, tracing the shape of a doorway.
It opened to him, and I poked my head into the hole.
There were metal rungs down a shoot like a chimney.
"Oo-kay, you sure this isn't going to kill us?"
"Probably."
I shrugged, "Good enough for me." And went down the chute, hoping there wasn't a fire place at the bottom.
There wasn't a fire place at the bottom.
I was actually a little disappointed.
We were brought down into something that was a living room, a dining room that might have been able to fit 20 people, a kitchen that probably belonged in to a king, a workshop, and a... henhouse?
I wasn't even going to question it at this point, I've seen weirder living spaces.
"Jo!" Leo called to a muscular woman, who was about 60, maybe, who was hunched over a wielding bench.
Jo looked back in surprise. She lifted her metal visor, looking at Leo as if all she saw was a ghost. "L-Leo?"
Leo gave a small apologetic smile, like so sorry for dying, but I brought my friend from hell, so you can't be too awkward around him, capisce?
Or was "capisce" Italian?
Ah, whatever.
I looked between the two. "So... uhhh.... this your...?"
Jo just stood there in shock. "Hello, Jo?" I looked at Leo, "Did she die?"
"More like I died."
"Oh, yeah."
Jo kept staring at us.
Another woman, looked about 60, climbed down the ramp. Her long silver hair was in a braid, her elegant form landing gracefully at the bottom of the metal rungs.
