ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

[asgardmods]

the test drive meme. ❧ let's do this. Anyone can post to the test drive meme, including duplicates! Please put your character name and canon in the title of your comment. All threads are considered open to everyone! Tag around and make some friends (or enemies)! If you decide to apply to the game, you can use your TDM threads for your app samples! You only need to provide seven comments if you use TDM samples. You can't be "late" to a TDM! This will be considered open until the next one goes live next month. You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character selecting a god house, or use our optional prompt below! You do not need to pick a god house to play on the TDM! You can have your character still in the process of discussing/deciding/despairing instead. If you are accepted to the game, you can keep TDM threads as game canon as long as you fudge some of the details depending on your original thread. If you aren't sure exactly how to do this, you can always ask a mod. Reserves open on May 25 at 12:01AM PST and close on May 31 at 11:59PM PST. Applications open on June 1 at 12:01AM PST and close on June 7 at 11:59PM PST. Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥ ❧ 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! navigation.

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[voktys]

My hair and I are very grateful for your intervention.

[ 'Event' is an odd way to put it, but then, so is 'ritual' – he, too, must be from someplace without the Lord of Light and his Grace. And, well, his followers. ]

Not an event, just prayer. [ Ordinary, almost. ] Will you keep the horse?

[wizardinthebook]

[ Harry chuckles, then nods at her words. ]

May I ask who you pray to?

[ He was curious. Some gods were more dangerous than others. ]

Well, I dunno. Maybe if he wants me to. Unless you want him? [ He waves a hand to her, one eyebrow rising. ]

[voktys]

I'm a priestess. I do not have wants.

[ She stands, and steps closer to him, giving the horse a long look. Like this, she comes out at about 6 foot in height – in case he's inclined to keep track. From one of her pockets, she produces a red apple, and offers it to him. ]

We shall see if he takes a shine to you with this.

[ Of course, there is a more important question to answer. ]

I pray to R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

[wizardinthebook]

Okay. [ Hary's expression at those words is openly disbelieving. Seriously, lady? Seriously? He eyes her as she comes close, and tries not to sink down so they are on the same level. But he takes the apple, and brushes her hand in the passing, trying to sense anything, anything at all, and failing, and grumbling inside. ]

Alright then.

[ He offers the apple to the horse, keeping an eye on the woman at the same time, ]

Hmm, must be from a world other than my own. Never heard of that one. What is he, or she, the god of? Other than, obviously, Light?

[voktys]

Watch your fingers.

[ Just in case the horse gets overzealous in his attempt to get the apple – or perhaps in case that other than eight legs, he might come with an extra row of teeth. By now, nothing much would shock her about this creature. ]

He is the God of life, or fire, of warmth and safety. He promises a way out of hell, and into his Hall of Light, where there is no suffering.

[ She tilts her head, but doesn't question his disbelief. Not yet. ]

[wizardinthebook]

[ Harry nods, carefully watching the horse who seems to placidly take the apple, with very sharp teeth.

His eyes go a little wide at that, but he listens as the woman speaks. ]

Hmmm. Sounds like a nice god to know.

[ He glances sidelong at her. ]

How do you work with that, and this place's demand for people to choose a god?

[voktys]

[ She seems very much placated at someone calling R'hllor a nice god to follow – she certainly thinks so, but most of Westeros has been positively doubtful.

Might be the sacrifices. Just maybe. ]

They aren't real gods, so it is them who need to worry about the blasphemy they are committing. I do what I must to survive, until my purpose is done.

[ She tilts her head. ] And you? What do you believe in?

[wizardinthebook]

Me? I believe there are infinite possibilities, and infinite ways those possibilities can be expressed.

[ He grins at her. ]

Who is to say that what is called R'hllor in one universe is not called by another name in another universe? Who is to say how a god of light and safety would be called in another world, or would choose to express himself?

[ He nods. ]

I believe that we are beings in a very large cosmos of wonders, and that we choose our paths.

[voktys]

I can agree some of us choose our paths.

[ She would rather think her own choices are somewhat limited, but that is just the fanaticism speaking. ]

And in this case... [ He is definitely dressed in the strange manner she has seen other wanderers dressed, which lends itself to the assumption. ] Neither of us chose to be here.

[wizardinthebook]

Truly. Some things are chosen for us by life. All we can do is choose what we will do and how we will stand.

[ His eyes dance with the idea of it, and he nods to her. ]

This place is intriguing, at the least. I have a feeling it will get very much so.