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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

the test drive meme.

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❧ optional scenario.
As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly.

Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear.
Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly.
Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them.

Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game!

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Whether he was certain of it or not, that blindfold was in part there because she really hated bright light, like most trolls. It was painful to them even if the sun of Asgard wouldn't blind the normally nocturnal girl. Admittedly, it had a lot more to do with her personal fantasies of being a regular 'Lady Justice,' and therefore she was supposed to be blind. Either way, she didn't seem too bothered by the attention. So, he was a talker, was he? She'd known talkers in her life.

"Hah," she barked, laughing and showing off those chompers in the process while she faced out over the fields of eight legged horses, hearing them a little but seeing none. "Hehehehe, Flattery's easy to give, but it's not free. Nothing in life's ever completely free. It's just something you want them to think is free. Clever play, clever play. So tell me. What specific fancy words come to your think-pan?"

In that case, better keep the blindfold on, both to avoid pain and for the cool Justice factor. Peter could sympathize with both things, god knows he's done worse things for the sake of committing to an aesthetic.

Ohh, she was a feisty one. Smart too. Because she was right, flattery was never free just like nothing in life was ever easy. It was a way to get people distracted in a relatively harmless way. The fact she called him out on it so quickly only made Peter laugh back in turn.

"Think-pan, that's a new one." After one last pat to its mane, Peter's attention left the horse to focus only on her.

"How about 'what's a girl like you doing in a place like this'?" It was an honest question this time, maybe she knew.

She snorted and gave Quinn a rueful grin when he said that. Faced with the option of calling him on something or not, she was always going to default to calling. "Hah, not bad but that's not a compliment is it?"

"Buuut, since I'm feeling magnanimous today, I'm on break from being an agent of justice at the moment." Not to mention being on break from being dead, but no need to say that.

Calling Peter out on his bullshit had practically turned out into an intergalactic sport, he shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Okay, fair point." There was a pause before he added. "No wonder I didn't see you because you were blending in, this place is full of goddesses."

His heart really wasn't into casual flirting given the circumstances but ey, they were only just playing and Peter would say that the line wasn't half bad. Her next words were far more interesting and he took a step closer to her but not enough to get into Tezeri's personal space.

"And what does an agent of justice do on an average day? You work for the law?"

Calling Peter out on his bullshit was a veritable cottage industry if one was being brutally honest. She snickered at him, not seeming to react at all when he got in closer, mostly because the girl basically didn't have personal space and was prone not to giving others much herself. "Hah, goddess am I? Oh how wrong you are, but that's much better as complements go." Yeah, she kind of flunked out of the whole 'god mode' thing.

"I am the law!" Thanks Judge Dredd. "A veritable bailiff, judge, jury and executioner. Seek out the wicked and cull them for the sake of the masses. Plenty of lawlessness here, even if the lawbreakers haven't figured that out." There'd be plenty to do soon enough.

He lost count of the people who enjoy picking on him, first because it was usually well deserved and second because it really was a lot of people who dedicated their time to make fun of him. More often than not he just rolled with the punches but Peter had to admit it bothered him every now and then, like when his team was losing their minds over Thor's muscles. Those weren't even that great! As for gods, Peter had his own heritage to dislike and no love left for these kinds of beings but as far as he knew, the goddesses were better.

"The law..." His eyebrows rose at the explanation but she sounded very earnest and about that affirmation. "Boy, you really must have a lot of work on a daily basis. That's why you wear a blindfold?"

"Oh, you have no idea just how right you are. There is no end to troublemakers and ne'erdowells in the world, this world, any world. Always crimes to solve, witnesses to interrogate, rulings to execute. It is a never ending ordeal." She said it with such a panache for the overdramatic that it was probably pretty obvious to anyone that she was hamming it up a little. "But a magistrate's work is never really done."

His question about her sight, though, that just got a shrug. "It completes the look, wouldn't you agree? Justice is blind, impartial, not swayed by emotion, shenanigans or tomfoolery. Besides, sight is overrated. Your eyes deceive, but the nose knows."

Peter did have an idea of the number of troublemakers running around across the galaxy. Hell, he was one, or had been for a long time. Now his efforts were more focussed on causing criminals trouble and guarding the galaxy.

He could tell the woman was having fun boasting and who was Peter to interrupt? That would have been hypocritical of him.

"Yes, it sure does. But staying impartial is a difficult task. You could always pull it without trouble? On your own?"

Now, if she were being absolutely honest, 'How did your attempts to be impartial go' would have been answered with a resounding 'pretty damned shitty, Peter. Pretty damned shitty.' But she wasn't about to be honest about something like that.

"A most difficult task, especially since you must come into a case with a potential suspect in mind and eliminate them as a suspect, or simply eliminate them." Oh yeah, that went great with Vriska didn't it? Hadn't she sent some idiot back in time not a half hour ago just to fix that exact judgment because she'd been wrong? Yep, she was a bang-up magistrate... in her mind.

"I do all that I can to remain absolutely cold and logical in eliminating possibilities. But in the end, a troll is only a troll. We aren't perfect, just astoundingly close."

He didn't know any living creature that wasn't biased in some small way or another. Thoughts, feelings, our uprising...They were things that impacted everyone's decisions and only really wise or really foolish people could be always impartial. So when Tezeri gave a text-book answer, Peter just raised his eyebrows. He was sensing bullshit but if she wanted to go with that explanation, then so be it.

"There's always repercussion to killing people, deserved or not." Repercussions that more often than not came to bite you in the ass sooner or later. "You're a troll? and the light doesn't bother you?"

Terezi was usually full of a certain amount of shit, so his suspicion wasn't off the mark at all, not that she was in the mood to admit that (If she was ever.). However, she did at least turn her head towards him and nod silently to the first statement. Killing someone, even if it was deserved, did always have a consequence, and sometimes 'they had it coming' wasn't enough of a justification.

"Ngh, yeah, always...," she muttered before shrugging and grinning at him. "The light? Why would it bother me?" She reached up to flick her finger at the blindfold over her eyes. It was a casual non-answer to the question since you're damned right it was too bright around here, which was why she wore the blasted thing on her face, but she could still technically see.

"Unfortunately." Peter wasn't any better really, takes one bullshitter to know one. In Peter's experience, even killing bad guys had repercussions. After Ronan was gone, his followers still caused trouble, some even seeing him as a martyr to their cause. He's sure it might become the same with Thanos.

"Ah, no, I meant...it's silly." Peter chuckles, shaking his head."In the fairy tales I read as a kid, sunlight was dangerous to trolls. Turned them into stone.Good to see this isn't the case now."

Oh, those stories. She laughed uproariously, focusing on that rather than what she perceived as her own mistakes killing the wrong people. Slapping her knee, she snickered and giggled before breathing in and shaking her head.

"You humans have such weird-ass stories about us. Nah, it doesn't burn us or anything. Easy to make us go blind, though, if we're not careful. Alternia's sun's a harsh mistress."

Not talking about accidentally killing a bunch of people by mistake was fine with Peter, especially considering what happened back on earth. He went to the stables to distract himself from thinking too much about Thanos after all.

"We have such weird-ass stories about everything, I'll tell you about Christmas one day. We could do somewhere less sunny if you want. Alternia is the name of your planet? "

"Oh, I know aaaaalll about Christmas. I've heard plenty of stories about fat humans in sinfully cherry red outfits breaking into people's homes, absconding away with lusus milk and sugary confections and leaving behind packaged toys in his wake." She shook her head and snickered. "Oh, and his many flying hoofbeast sled. Yes, yes, I have heard all about that insanity. You'll have to pick another."

...her understanding of Christmas involved a blind girl licking the computer screen while she voyeuristically watched ectokids growing up. So... the accuracy was debatable.

"Yep, I'm from Alternia, homeworld of the trolls. It's where the younger ones of us live before joining the war effort."

"The flying hoofbeasts are called reindeers."

She wasn't that far off the truth about Christmas, considering she was talking about a whole different culture than her own. Peter was mused at her explanation until she mentioned a war, smile fading and concern taking over.

"Wait, what sort of war is that? Against whom?"

"Yeah, those things!" She giggled and shook her head. Christmas was soooo silly if you asked her. It was positively ridiculous as holidays went, but whatever. Human stuff was always weird.

"War? Oh right, that. Galactic conquest, that kinda thing. I never got involved and the whole troll race's dead except for a few of us, at least in my version of reality. If they fixed it right, maybe they'll actually get things started again. Fussy McBritches'll have to not lose the orb this time, though."

Did that explain anything? No? Good, try not to worry about it, Peter. Her world made little sense even to the people in it.

"Maybe they have them here. If they have 8 legged horses, a fly reindeer wouldn't be so out of place." It was only a Christmas story, like Nutcrackers dolls coming alive and elves, but maybe the magic of Asgard could make some things true.

"I'd like to say that all that is news to me but..." None of it is, nor the Galactic Conquest idea or the alternative realities bit. in fact, Peter's way too acquainted to both concept for his liking. "I'm guessing Fussy McBritches' is a nickname for the people who screwed things up?"

Says a lot about his own world that Peter kinda-sorta gets I, uh?

"It'd be believable, but I'll officially take a pass on that. My sense of smell's not good enough for a flyby on a flying hoofbeast. Not even sure it was back home." Shake of the head, nope nope That'd be crazy. "But, no. I wouldn't say Fus... Nah, Kanaya wasn't the one who fucked things up, not really. That's not fair. That was all Eridan's fault."

She thought about what he'd said, though. Hmmm. "None of the whole troll empire thing's ringing any bells in your think pan is it?"

"I haven't seen any here, maybe they don't even exist in this world. " Not like Peter has seen flying reindeer anywhere before. Just the usual kind. "You can use your nose to ? I think moles in my world can do that but not many other creatures, that's so cool."

Might be inconvenient too if things didn't smell right but being able to find your way around even in really dark places sounds very useful.

"What exactly did Eridan do?" If she rather not talk about then Peter will drop the subject but so far Terezi didn't seem bothered by many things. At the last comment, Peter huffed but there was amusement in his voice. "No, I'm afraid not. "

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"To smell colors right now," she explained, shaking her head. "Back home, it worked better but it's kind of dull right now. I'm betting something got discombobulated or another getting here." You know, being dead didn't do wonders for your sense of smell. "But I can smell colors just fine."

"As for that idiot? 'Accidental' genocide of the future of the troll race." Yes, she used air quotes there while making a face. "Not that we'd been doing a bangup job of fixing the race when there were all of thirteen of us left total. So, I don't hate hi for it. We were all extremely stupid back then."

Nah, she'd leave Kanaya the right of hating Eridan. And chopping him in half with a chainsaw. Totally all her, that.

"And what do color smell like? Is red like cherries or strawberries?" It might be a stupid question but Peter is curious. Who wouldn't want to know that? His attention had shifted completely from the horses to Terezi, the girl was fascinating.

Peter didn't have enough context to even imagine what could lead to an accident like that but the word genocide had him wincing. It hit too close home. "It's still terrible, I'm sorry. How come there was only thirteen of you left before that? What happened to the rest of the people? And your families?"

"You've got the right idea. Usually some sorta sweet thing. Red's pretty much all cherry smelling, though pomegranate if it's really deep and strawberry if it's closer to pink, but it's like that." Hey, that was along the right idea, so that impressed her.

"Well... to be honest? It's really really stupid and involves giant meteors, a screaming monster deep in the ocean and an even dumber video game. So, you sure you want the whole story?" Peter, no, no, nobody wanted that story.

"That' cool. My jacket and pants are dark red, does that mean I smell like pomegranate to you?" He's never met anybody before who had that ability. Peter might have lived all his life around aliens but he still finds this sort of differences fascinating.

"Giant meteors and eldritch horrors? That sounds quite a story so if you really don't mind sharing..." Peter might regret it in the future but now he's very interested. First, because he wants to know her better and second because it keeps him from thinking about his own problems.

She raised an eyebrow and leaned in to give him the most absolutely inappropriately impish grin imaginable. "What? Are you inviting me to sniff your pants? Tsk tsk. Forward aren't you?" She wasn't doing that. She was just trying to get a rise out of him. A sniff of the jacket was followed by a quick grin and a nod.

"Pomegranates, yep." And she laughed afterwards. "Alright, I'll do story time, but fair warning. It's dumb. Really really dumb. Pick something you'd like to know out of thin air. Promise you it'll be stupid."

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