assguardians | ASGARD GENESIS

[A. Awakening]

[Huh. Well. Hm.

It's not the moon, though these people remind Dia a lot of the Lunarians that lounge around up there. The light catches their hair rather oddly, making rainbow lights scatter across the ceiling and walls and floor as Dia moves around, exploring what they can.]

It's so beautiful here...And so full! [Dia sounds impressed, leaning out a window to stare out into the world beyond it.] So much...

[They whirl around, eyes landing on the nearest person, who they eagerly approach.] Excuse me! You're a human, aren't you? Wow, I've never seen one up close before. You're so cute!

[Regardless of how you might actually look, Diamond, at least, thinks you're adorable...And is currently circling you and fawning over you like you were an animal. It's fine. Probably.]

[B. Bærsveit Row]

[While Dia's probably been chosen (or has chosen themselves) a different god, the training thing is familiar. It's been a couple hundred years since they've actually had to fight, but they certainly aren't rusty--though they have inadvertently destroyed a few training dummies completely.

It's hard when their strength is as monstrous as it is and it's why Dia refuses to spar with anyone hands-on. They don't know their own strength against a human and they might accidentally kill someone.

Granted, Dia doesn't know what 'killing' or 'death' is, but they DO know that humans aren't able to be pieced together as well as gems are, so they're not taking any risks of damaging them. That might make some people upset, okay? But they've definitely destroyed like 5 training dummies already and look rather sheepish about it, apologizing to a rather angry-looking person who may or may not be the one in charge of these sorts of things.]

Sorry, sorry... They're just awfully flimsy, don't you think? I was going easy and everything. I don't know what to do if they can't withstand my attacks like this...

[Dia winces as they get another round of angry lecturing, casting a desperate look around. HELP...]

[C. Training Take 2]

[Well when in doubt, Dia supposes they can be a training dummy! But this has its own flaws...Namely in that swords keep breaking on them. Like, literally. They block a blow with their arm and the sword in the person's hand snaps clean in two, sending the broken half spiraling away and embedding itself deep into the ground.]

Oops...! [Dia slams their hand (actually fairly gently, for them), against the head of the attacking person and sends them spiralling as well, until they collapse onto the ground in a heap. Which seems a bit overkill for what appeared to be just a tap, but Dia stands around fretting between the broken sword and the person currently KO'd on the ground, bleeding from a nose that probably isn't broken but is...certainly bleeding.]

Um... Excuse me? This person appears to be leaking!

[And despite taking a sword to the arm, Diamond has absolutely no injuries, not a sparkly hair out of place.]

[D. Sleep Tight.]

[It's nighttime and somewhere outside (it doesn't matter where, exactly, could be anywhere) there is an unearthly glowing. If you follow it to its source, it appears to be...a person??

Diamond lays curled up on their side, their hair seeming to glow with its own light as they nap. If you try to touch them, you'll find their body unnaturally hard and freezing cold, much like putting your hands on a cold rock. Their 'skin' is also not that at all, but a powder that won't be coming off anytime soon, but done in a way to give the illusion of skin.

They barely stir though, seeming content to just lay there and doze, but... Surely that's not good for them, right?? Especially not out in the middle of this place in the middle of the night! If anything, the glowing might be obnoxious and distracting at least...]

[E. Wildcard]

[Obligatory wildcard! Out in the rain being pensive or running around chasing cute animals trying to pick them up, whatever goes!]

Edited 2019-06-15 20:59 (UTC)

a. awakening

[The last thing she remembers is falling and that terrible face fading out of sight. Her throat is still sore from screaming when she comes to with a start. Gamora wishes she could feel truly at ease at the sound of that woman's face. Thanos is nowhere to be found or the guardian. She's clearly on another planet unless things have somehow changed from the soul stone's trade.

Even so she knows what it's like to have her feelings toyed with. She can't trust these women who have shown themselves to her, but the bar is on the ground right now. They're not Thanos. She'll go along with them for now if only to see why they're claiming to be at a place that should be dead.]

b. Fregnahöll

[One thing holds true no matter the galaxy: libraries are a great place to find answers. Gamora takes off to Odin's district for information. She can be found going through the stacks to see what exactly the people in charge deem is worth knowing. Evidently the answer seems to be a bit of everything, but it'll take Gamora a while to reach that conclusion. Feel free to join her or wonder why she's stomping through a library with such determination.]

c. Optional: Thunder + Rain

[She is on her way back when the storm starts. Gamora doesn't think anything of it. She's been every variation of cold and wet before. It's one of the perks of being raised by a monster: the weather isn't much of a bother. What does get her is how her mood seems to change with the storm. She feels both anxiety and sadness that settles into her bones going on and off like a switch.

Both her hands curl into fists as she continues to walk back to shelter. What else can she do, but endure it? Maybe someone will be concerned why this strange woman is either shaking or withdrawn at any given moment during the storm.]

D. Wildcard

[PM with ideas or just leave a prompt. I will roll with anything.]

[Arrival]
[ This was not suppose to happen. He had expected the rush of sensations as the magic engulfed them both - the feeling of the Fruit, the blood still pulsating in the thick vein-like roots, the contempt and anger and broiling fear that it wasn't enough then... this. V blinked at the welcoming face of the strange woman, mentally trying to come to terms of having form again. Led outside on weak legs, he leaned heavily on his cane and looked up at the sky. ]

When wilt thou return and view my loves, and them to life renew?

[ Chuckling, he shakes his head and glances over at whoever is near him, a mocking twist to his soft voice. ]

So, do you believe what they said?

[Fregnahöll]
[ Surprisingly not only did he still have his cane, but he still had his book sitting snug in his inner pocket. Not surprisingly none of his three demons were with him, which at first was fine. V knew that given half the chance, Griffin would have been flapping around him causing the kind of trouble he wasn't sure if he could handle, not without first getting a feel of this place. But the longer he walked the streets, the more he misses them.

In his short life they had been his close companions despite what they represented, and he didn't know what use he would be without them. So he came to the library hoping to maybe find information. He didn't expect anything too grand, but if this was a realm of the gods, wouldn't they at least have useful books of that nature?

Apparently not.

With a snort, V dumps a handful of books on magic and necromancy on the table and drops into a chair, his cane making a loud clatter as he tosses it on the table next to the books. ]

Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain... It would seem demonology is not a subject they teach here, but at least magic is something they have notes on.

[wildcard]
[ooc; what it says on the tin - V is a tall guy with a lot of tattoos, tends to quote poetry at the drop of a hat, wears leather and sandals no matter what, and walks with a cane that is suspiciously pointy. ]

[Arrival]
The first thing that Ariadne noticed were the scents. Never mind the glorious, gilded architecture, the unfamiliar voices, the feeling of completely disorientation dancing around inside of her head. It was the scents. Or, more accurately, the lack of scents. She felt like there was a cotton sheet over her face, and she was smelling everything through the fabric. It was all so dull, so muted, so...lifeless.

She reached out to steady herself, a hand against the wall. And then it was her hands she couldn't stop thinking about.

Her fingers traced the creases in the wall. Like she was wearing gloves. Her sense of touch was...shot. How did that happen?

Maybe she'd been drugged. She couldn't see how. She'd been safe and sound in the servants' wing of the castle, before this. Curled up by the fire while her hair dried. She hadn't eaten anything strange. Nor had she had a drink that tasted off. How was this happening? How was it that her senses felt completely wrong? Something to do with this place, obviously.

She didn't like it.

Regaining her balance, she crossed the room, a slight stumble in her step that forced her to keep her arms out to either side, like a bird ready to take to the skies. "Excuse me?" she said to the first person she saw, her voice lyrical and soft, belying her age somewhat. "Are you feeling dizzy too?"

[Thunderstorm]
Ariadne loved thunderstorms. Most people were afraid of them for some reason, but she absolutely lavished the opportunity to run around, her hair plastered against her skin, cheeks flushed with pleasure. She supposed it had something to do with the forest fire when she was a little, barely more than a hatchling. You couldn't have a raging fire in a driving rain. It was the safest she ever felt outside.

Or something.

She didn't dare think about it too much. It would ruin the excitement.

By this point, she was soaked to the bone, but she didn't mind. Sensation--any sensation--was something to be grateful for. Most of the time, she felt like she was walking through a dream. But when she felt the rain pelting her skin, she knew she was still...well. Herself.

That didn't make a lot of sense either, but she let it be.

Arms spread wide, eyes to the sky, she spun in a circle, her dress pressing against her skin. She let out a laugh of pleasure. And then spun around in the opposite direction.

[Wildcard]
((What it says on the tin. Ariadne is a curious little critter. Also, Natalie Portman face-twin confusion is more than welcome!))

Edited 2019-06-17 14:05 (UTC)

i. rain, rain, go away

[ This is what rain feels like. It touches her pearlescent pink skin which glimmers gold, the physical rendition of her holo-form made flesh; thick and meaty, she can squeeze her arm and sense it in a wholly different way to the shifting of code. The water spatters off her iridescent new body and she smiles, combing her fingers through her hair to press the cold wet flop of it to her cheeks. It's so nice.

But she's still alone, disorientated when cut off from the Stark hivemind that she calls home, and the sensations of experiencing weather don't stay gripping for long. Sadness lodges in between her now very much real ribs and breathing becomes difficult, oddly. Is it a panic attack? She's helped Tony through so many of his, the symptoms are incredibly similar. It's more unpleasant than she ever knew. Sitting down heavily on the edge of an ornate fountain, she lifts a hand to reach for any passers-by, trying to flag down someone to help, the lilt of her Irish accent carrying weakly through the stormy air. No one seems to stop, at first. ]

Hello, I require some assistance ... Excuse me, hello, do you know how ... Hello? Hello, please?

[ Friday can't sense her ethernet, boundless AI senses dulled in the extreme now that she's not surrounded by kind faces explaining her situation, and she sags into herself. Breathe, Boss, she used to say to him. She follows her own advice now, slumped in the downpouring rain like a pink crystal made human. ]

ii. lightning lunch

[ Having never owned a physical body before, meals are a concept Friday has only ever understood remotely. Healthy eating is better than anything, she knows, but there's something about the flash of lightning overhead that makes her brave enough to enter the pub when she notices the delicious smells emanating from it, homing in on fried food.

She burns herself and hisses, sucking on a finger before more carefully sitting down to a plate of what appear to be chicken-wings. She has no idea what the animal actually was, nor does it matter fifteen minutes later when Friday has sticky hands smeared in meaty sauces and is making a mess of her herself. Luckily, she only choked once on her first swallow, but now she has the hang of it and eating is a pleasant activity. ]

| - Awakening

[Asterios isn't really handling this well. Like, at all.]

Rrrr... RAAAAAUGH!

[He's not with Master, or any of the Servants, so he automatically assumes this was done by enemies of Chaldea - and he needs to go back NOW. Being a Berseker, his insanity increases when he's angry, and his super-strength is something to be feared. He's picking up chairs and tables and throwing them, punching holes in the walls, trying to destroy anything he can get his hands on - at this rate, it might include people.

He continues to roar like an animal - you lack the powers you had in your world, but the right words can get through to him! What words are they? Good luck figuring that out.]

II - Vænnstaðr

[A park! With animals and plants and all that good stuff Asterios likes! Freedom and fresh air is all he's ever wanted.

With no immediate concern, he's going to find a huge tree and sit under it, just watching the clouds and butterflies.

After a moment, he holds out his hands - a yellow monarch sits right in the middle of his big palms. He doesn't quite smile, but his face is very relaxed.]

III - Thunderstorm

[That rain is a bummer, especially when it brings up bad memories. He stumbles a bit, before ultimately giving up and kneeling on the ground. It brings out his depression, and his eyes are distant.]

... What now? ... What now... Pointless. All of it... Pointless.

Wildcard
[Make your own prompt! For the curious, he is a giant bulking scarred horned fluffy man.]

( i. awakening )

[ not the quiet awakening he had imagined. the castle seems to have melted away to reveal this new place. alucard takes all of it in quietly. wanderer. it brings a smile to his wintry expression. it's been some time since he has wandered anywhere. or possessed a wandering light in his soul. he turns to whoever is nearby, the soft smile still playing on his lips. ]

Shall we wander? Or wait?

( ii. rain )

[ there was a myth about vampires and running water.

as half, alucard had little to fear from myths. or perhaps he is beyond fearing for his life. beyond hurt and pain. he sits under the shade of the tree and recalls an empty castle, breached and hollowed out. he had carved the heart out of it. carved the heart out of him.

he blinks a few errant tears from his eyes, quickly wiping them away before anyone can notice. and if someone joins him in the shade, he tries to smile. ]

There is space enough for us.

( wildcard )

[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? pm this journal ]

Edited 2019-06-16 00:39 (UTC)

a. AWAKENING.

[ Now he isn't an expert or anything but Dante is pretty sure when you close your eyes for a brief second in Hell, you're not supposed to wake up in a completely different place. Certainly not such a nice looking place with such a lovely welcome party.

It's jarring, just as jarring as V's wake up call had been. Takes Dante a moment to shake the heaviness from his limbs and stiffness from his neck. He's still stretching when he wanders outside, glancing about. ]

Well, the scenery is a welcome changed but I can't really stick around.

b. THUNDER + RAIN.

[ A bit of thunder has never bothered Dante much, nor did a but of rain. He wouldn't care, ordinarily, but this is different. Something about the crack of thunder sets deep in his bones, sounds way to much like the creaking of breaking wood. Dante breathes in looking up at the sky, only to push forwards as the darken clouds let loose a blanket of piercing cold rain.

He dashes as quick as he can to the nearest bit of shelter, laughing as he shakes water from his hair. ]

Damn that really came down hard, didn't it?

c. WILDCARD.

[ hit me up for whatever yo. ]

i;; awakening.

[ this isn't dust tumbles.

lorem is on immediate alert when she regains her bearings, knowing better than to panic about her situation. she's been through worse. for one thing, she's not trapped in one place. being able to explore her surroundings and take in her environment is something she takes advantadge of.

so she wanders through the districts, trying to blend in as she takes in the sights and absorbs what she can through the buildings, the conversations, the smells. and though she does see some fantastical passerby now and then, it looks like lore will be able to fit right in. long as she gets the right clothes and adopts the right mannerisms to put the people at ease.

right- lorem decides to take it a step further and 'accidentally' bumps into someone, pretending to have lost her footing just as someone is passing by her side. she nudges them and she rights herself up, speaking up in an obvious flustered, embarrassed tone to get their notice. ]

Oh! I'm so sorry! [ lorem pulls back and smiles at the person she had bumped into, doing her best to not react to whatever their appearance or reaction is. ] I didn't mean to hit you. I'm- I'm a little lost so I've been wandering for hours.

ii;; any of the temple.

[ in the late afternoon, after the rain has passed and her poor mood goes with it, lorem decides it'll be wise to get more information regarding the deities of this place.

and she knows just the places to visit. the gods' districts have a temple to their name, naturally, and those are the places she goes. she first visits the temple of odin, njord, tyr, and mirmir. while she does visit the rest of the temples, she makes sure to spend most of her day in these places.]

Excuse me- Do you have a minute? [ she smiles, doing her best to project an air of friendliness to her. lorem is more than willing to back off if the individual she's speaking with isn't comfortable with her. at the same time, she's going to try her hardest in getting a conversation with someone, anyone, going on. ] I was wondering if we could chat.

I was curious about learning more about the gods, and, I thought, who better than those aligned with them?

iii;;; wildcard!!

[ want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. lorem can also be found at the library, culture museum, and banquet halls in her attempt to gather information. ]

Edited 2019-06-16 03:49 (UTC)

[Wandering.]

Great. So. This is a whole "gods and their shindig" thing, right?

[For someone who has just been taken unexpectedly from her world and placed now into a completely new one, this woman doesn't seem to be upset about it. Rather, her head tilts at whoever is nearby as she exits one of the buildings in the city, arms crossed, looking for answers.]

I mean, more power to them and all, to yank my ass here. Qukais is gonna be pissed. [She taps her finger against her cheek, thinking.] And I don't have my usual garb here, huh.

Quick question though- where the fuck is the nearest Burger King?

[What, she's hungry. It's not like any of that food even matters for her anymore.

Nādhirhöll/Tyr District.

She's no stranger to how different things are here- it's the same, sometimes, with how the modern world and the Outside collide. So to wander in and out of places and trying to take in all she sees... it'd be easier if Theo was here, if she could retain all the knowledge her god kept in her brain like a satellite. It's been a long time since she's been human, or normal in this sort of thing. It kind of sucks? But she isn't going to complain- rather, something has been bugging her, and she's trying to figure things out. Xamã stops whoever she can find, mouth twisted a little in frustration as time passes.]

Hey. Have you seen a god around here? Name's Tyr, I think. Whoever this color [She shakes the crimson jeweled bracelet on her wrist.] belongs to. I've got a question for him. Or her. It's important.

[Storm and Thunder.

But this? Most people run at the sound of the storm, at the sight of incoming rain. Xamã? This is where she thrives. As a shaman, this is the best time for her to commune with the spirits, when nature runs at her freest, unbarred; unrestrained. The sky doesn't worry her, the Outside fares far worse when it holds storms- entire forests go scorched if the gods aren't appeased.

She has no ritual materials here, no bones of the elders to guide her. Still, she's curious- what do the spirits in Asgard hold compared to her own? Eyes focused upwards, she stands and opens her palms wide, feeling the atmosphere change even as the seconds pass.

And then, the thunder.

The sound reverberates through her skin like an eerie siren, and suddenly it's as if Liang's touch never left her. The whispers of the dead crawl up her skin, and her breath feels like it's gone cold. Xamã withdraws her hands, whirling where she is, eyes searching for him. She doesn't see him. She doesn't see him. Where is he?

Don't be surprised if she stumbles into your character, she's a bit out of it.

Wildcard.

Go for it, I'm flexible, hmu.]

i; Awakening

[ What shocked him into awareness had been the immediate sense that something was wrong, but even after the so-called explanation? He couldn’t process it, shaking his head and heading out with a flourish, not stopping until he was outside and staring up at the sky. ]

Tether my soul to a god. They can’t really be serious.

[ A disgruntled noise escapes his throat before shifting his gaze backward to the rather large, white wings he has folded somewhat closely to his back. Giving them a slightly disdainful look before exhaling a sigh. ]

...and yet I still have these. Why isn’t the glamour hiding them?

[ He then reaches up and taps a finger against a sky-blue gem in his hair. Once, twice and then a third time. ]

Great. Just great.

ii; Vænnstaðr

[ At some point, Yukie’s taken to sitting beneath one of the trees in this lovely park. Intending to just have some time to think, but somewhere along the way he ended up falling asleep. Which meant his wings unfurled, the tips nestling within the grass loosely while an almost peaceful look is on his face.

There’s no tension or anger visible, so if anyone wanted to bother him, now would be a good time. ]

iii; In the rain

[ The day had seemed nice at first, so there’d been full intention on him trying to go and fly… or he would have if there wasn’t something stopping him from doing so. In his frustration, he’d made to head back to his native district when the skies opened up and released a downfall of rain, which had him scowling a little before hurrying his steps a little.

Though it wasn’t long before the rain seemed to soak into his clothes and hair, then suddenly there was a crack of thunder, bringing with it a memory flashing through his mind. Falling through the diamond studded night sky, wings punctured with vicious injuries as he tumbled through the air and hurtled towards the ground.

It was the first time he’d truly feared death.
His wings flared out suddenly to their full size even as he sunk to his knees, trembling. ]

S-Shit… Why…? I can’t be here…

[ Yeah he’s gonna need a moment. ]

iv; Wildcard

[ Don’t see anything ya like? Hit me up with whatever you’d like and i’ll roll with it. ]

A.

[ he fucked up.

that's the first thing that crosses his mind when he awakens to see his new surroundings and none of his siblings, even though it's not a thought that comes to him easily. but it's basically been proven that five's grasp of his time travel ability was tenuous at best. he thought he could do it, though. he thought that he could time travel and bring his siblings with him. it was a desperate act attempted when there was little time left and no other choice.

see, the last thing he remembers is death staring down the hargreeves children, and five trying to save all of them. instead of being stranded in the future for decades alone, whenever he ended up this time, his siblings were supposed to be with him. supposed to be. yet he finds himself to be the sole hargreeves present ]

What happened to my family?

B.

[ though five argued about it (he doesn't need protection. he's fully capable of handling himself. don't underestimate him just because he looks like a kid), he eventually chose a "god" to allow himself to be tethered to. a means to an end, really. make a choice so he can get on with his life. he's got far more important things to see to.

once five is actually out in the city, the first thing he does is take a single step forward, planting one foot firmly in front of the other and then just stopping ]

What? No. Come on!

[ his expression grows dark as he balls his hands into fists and tries again, but nothing happens. there isn't the faintest glimmer of his ability even trying to work. nothing ]

Shit. What the hell?

C.

[ wildcard ]

( i ) take your time:

[ you are going to see this loser looking ridiculously unimpressed with the surroundings, including (but not limited to): being informed he is now in asgard; being informed that he has to choose a god to hang out with; and, perhaps most importantly, that his powers seem to not be working, which is bizarre, considering he had just been ready to dive into the metaverse.

so, akira (in a hoodie, looking kind of sketch) is reading what appears to be some kind of pamphlet a native has helpfully handed him, and when you try to talk to him: ]

So . . . this is real, then.

[ and he looks up, at you. oddly nonplussed at being thrown into some weird universe. ]

Or are we dreaming?

[ what. ]

( ii ): rain, rain, go away.

[ akira has found shelter in the njord district, and has totally been taken in by the promise of a fresh meal. so once he brushes back his hoodie and removes his glasses to wipe them clean, he's about to ask for said fresh meal at Skipta Mál when the rain suddenly increases, into an increasingly dangerous downpour.

ordinarily, the rain doesn't bother him very much. it's quiet, soothing, calming. but akira is suddenly overcome with a heartwrenching sadness, and it catches him off-guard for a moment, with a quick intake of breath, and a prickling in the corner of his eyes.

why is he sad? he has nothing to be sad over, except the general state of his life, the absence of his team, where is his team? had makoto delivered the calling card properly, was this actually going to work? how could he manage to do any of this alone -- ]

-- do you have curry?

[ it's said suddenly to the next person available, regardless of whether or not they're an employee, and akira puts his glasses back on, forcing himself to get a grip on whatever the hell was happening to him.. but the sudden grief, and absence of his comrades, propels him to ask another question, one that he would ordinarily never do, because outing them as friends is stupid -- ]

And have you seen any other people, my age, come through here? Japanese high school students. They would be in uniforms.

[ . . . mostly. ]

Edited 2019-06-16 21:39 (UTC)

[A. Awakening]

[It's been all a very strange dream so far. After all, when she woke up, Tuuri found herself not in the familiar cramped space of the cat-tank, but probably the nicest bed she'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping in. And then the lady and the man and the welcome. Wanderers? Asgard? The bracelet? Clearly all her skaldic knowledge was mixing in her unconscious. ]

What a weird dream this is... [She wanders tentatively until her shin accidentally connects with a bed post.] Ow!

[ There's a long pause. Things aren't supposed to hurt in dreams, right? There's a dawning comprehension on her face as she realizes this isn't a dream. But instead of any sort of distress there seems to be excitement - and quite a lot of it - on the woman's face. ] Oh! This is real?!

[B. In Fregnahöll]

[Tuuri is taking every advantage a skald can get and is deep within the stacks of the library - You might catch her poring over books or juggling with stacks of books seemingly nearly as tall as her. Feel free to chat with her or maybe she's holding a book you're looking to get your hands on. ]

[C. Wild Card ]

[Anything goes - She's super-friendly!]

[Awakening]

[Oh... This... this isn't Kingdom's Edge at all. The sensation they experienced wasn't necessarily an alien one, they'd been zapped several times before, as far as their short memory served. It was more the actual circumstances that left them laying where they were for a moment.

This isn't a bench either, curiouser and curiouser by the minute, here! It'd take them a good moment to even get off that bed, feeling the sheets and fussing about with the pillow, before tossing it off the bed and rifling through the sheets for a moment. Fascinating! No, they were aware they had to get back home, yes, but well. Curiosity demanded some answers. About everything new.

At some point in time they'd be wandering down the hall, this toddler sized creature, with a sheet clasped in their hand (one never knew what one might need), not really looking at where they were walking. They were more entranced by the bracelets locked around their wrists. Yes they absolutely will just march right into someone, and chances are that might not even stop them, they might just try to keep going around, sorry.

What do the bracelets do? They don't know, but they are very pretty.]

[Fagna Heima]

[Speaking of not knowing: Where are they going? They also don't know! Really, sort of a theme in their life so far. Getting home was, of course, the main idea, they haven't really accepted that there's no tunnel back to Hallownest. Why would they? Anyone else who's told them they can't do something, or shouldn't do something, had been wrong up until now. They were pretty good at figuring out patterns, if nothing else. Now however, they've found themselves somewhere worth pausing in. Them and their sheet.

They have no idea what to make of the tea and fruit they've been offered though, taking it and stuffing the fruit away for later.

The tea, however... Anyone else in this hall might earn themselves a cup being shoved up unceremoniously at them. Someone must need this, but they sure don't, and when one has no voice to ask if anyone would like their tea instead, one must make due with charades. Though they might also start pointing at whatever food you happen to be carrying. No they don't want to eat it, they seem to just want it. Trade?]

[Thunderstorm]

[They knew of rain. The City of Tears rained all the time, but for a world that seemed to be far outside of the caverns they knew, they didn't expect water to fall from nothing.

The immediate fascination was short lived, as they paused outside in their wandering to stare at the iron colored sky.

The next feeling was... an odd one. One they couldn't place. Unsurprising, all things considered, they only knew one feeling. What was this one? It was... difficult to be curious about it. Not with the sudden heavy, leaden weight it left in their chest. They swayed for a moment, took two steps back... and slowly sat, rainwater pounding on their head as they tried to process the sudden, overwhelming thing that had settled itself like a blanket made of rocks over their shoulders.

Right there in the middle of the path, uncaring about the sudden downpour, staring straight into the ground as if that might answer their ever frantic question.

What?
Why?]

[WILDCARD]

[They could be anywhere, grabbing your pant legs, pointing at everything, chasing animals, maybe they even challenged you to a duel somewhere, who knows! Who wants to get hit with a knife by a baby?]

Edited 2019-06-17 05:03 (UTC)

a. Skadi's District - Park

[It's starting to look gray out, but Max decides to stay out and explore. Her skateboard's tucked away in a lower-hanging branch, and you can just see the 13 year-old's bright red hair as she climbs a high up branch on a large tree. She misses a branch with her foot, though, and skids down the tree before grappling onto a lower branch.]

Ow! Shit! [She's examining her hands, grimacing.]

b. Anywhere - Raining

[She's running now, the rain beating down on her and her poor skateboard which is tightly wrapped in her arms. She stops for a minute, trying to figure where she is, and thunder booms near here, and she feels a sinister fear crawling up her spine, gasping. Her eyes are wide, and she's scared and lost. No, she can do this. She'll find somewhere safe soon. She grits her teeth and starts running again, running straight into someone.]

c. wildcard

[ooc: If you have any ideas, go for it, or message me and we can talk!]

( ONE: WITHDRAWL )

( Well this is certainly a mixed bag. On one hand, having access to more magic is certainly a pro -- even if Luusi shortly discovers that all of her alchemical abilities have been thrown out the window. But whatever! This is a more direct line to what it is she actually wants to do in the world.

The negatives, however, are so very glaring. She walks around a common area for a while, occasionally thinking about going on Twitter or taking a picture of a pretty plant -- except sike! The phone she keeps reacing for in her pocket doesn't exist! Fuck off!

She'd like nothing more than to march back into that stupid, tacky room and talk to all these Gods about returning her iPhone to her, but alas. The time has passed. Not being able to text is slowly killing her...she'll have to resort to some drastric measures.

Luusi takes a stick and finds an open patch of dirt that she begins scratching words into. Let's see if a God -- or someone else -- finds this: )

Give me back my phone you fucking cowards 👁️👄👁️

( Yes, there are literally emojis crudely drawn on the ground. )

( TWO: BOREDOM )

( Might as well get used to her "district" of sorts, if she's expected to live here. She's wandered into Báðum Hǫndum, initially appreciating the aesthetic of the location. It's quaint...at least not as awful as some places around here.

She sits in a cozy chair, accepts a handful of cookies from a native. And she waits. She waits. She waits. )

Oh my. God. ( Luusi slaps the crumbs from her chest onto the ground, flailing in boredom. ) How do you people just fucking sit here all day long?

( THREE: DOWNPOUR )

( The longer Luusi wanders, the more her easily-manic mind gets more and more restless. At times she breaks out into a sprint from one place to another, afraid but not sure of what exactly. She wants something familiar, something that tethers her back to where she was from. She clutches a cloth bag she has tied around her neck from time to time, taking deep breaths.

-- But then the rain starts so abruptly, soaking her within a matter of 10 seconds. Her hair is all mused, she feels like the world is suddenly collapsing in on her, and now she's hit with a barrage of memories. So sweet, but so bitter at the same time. Everything remains hopeless, no matter where she is.

And so she sobs on the ground in the rain. This is so hateful. )

( FOUR: ETC. )

( Want to wildcard or discuss something? Talk to me! My plurk is ships. Also, Luusi is wearing this all day. )

[A. Arrival]

[She bears the entire confusing awakening as best she can, stoic and straight-backed and quiet. Despite what they say, she convinces herself that there must be something different with herself, because.... Because if her connection to her own world was so thoroughly cut-off, shouldn't she be dead? Her world would be destroyed and herself along with it. There had to be...something.

She politely excuses herself to wander the halls of this unfamiliar world. It's not the world of her book, but it's not the human world either. Curious... She wanders the halls with a distant sort of look, the train of her gown-which appears a little too like a wedding gown--drags along the ground several feet behind her and her bare feet make little noise against the ground. However, since she'd been taken shortly before averting disaster, her dress is still rather tattered.]

What a beautiful world... And with such strange magic. [She doesn't know if her own abilities will work here, but she's not entirely keen on finding out, either. She'd need someone else to make a wish first anyhow.]

To be even stronger than mine is no easy feat. [She sighs deeply, mouth turned down in a little frown, her face seeming far too serious for one of her apparent age.]

[B. Fregnahöll]

[Odin's domain is certainly the place for her and she wastes no time in choosing him for a god, though it makes her feel a bit odd to do so. She was technically a goddess enough in her world and the human one, so it's a little... Hm.

Either way, she marvels at the library and wanders through the stacks of books, pulling some down to look at their covers, carrying them with her a ways until she finds other books that catch her eye. Old books are abandoned on tables before she wanders off, leaving little stacks of books in her wake.

The problems only really come in when she wants something high up. She's pretty small, after all, and while she considers just summoning her familiars to help her, she isn't entirely sure if she can. And she can't find a ladder, so... At length she opts to just...literally climb the bookshelves.

She balances herself carefully, up as high as she can go on some of the towering bookshelves, accidentally knocking a book down to the ground.]

My apologies! [She at least has the grace to look sheepish] I thought perhaps my book was here too, but it doesn't appear to be... That one didn't hit you, did it?

[C. Storms]

[She's caught in the sudden downpour by surprise, having thought she had enough time to make it back to Odin's temple before it really hit.

When it does she doesn't actually move for a good minute or so, just tilting her head up and closing her eyes. SHe can't recall the last time she was able to just... enjoy the rain. The last time she'd been caught up in a storm it had been snow and her entire world had been literally tearing apart at the seams. This situation was decidedly less fraughtful.

Still, it leaves her shivering and cold, hugging herself as she carefully tries to make her way to shelter.

Send help. Or at least an umbrella.]

[Jogging Around Asgard]

[This place? It's entirely new. In fact, in all his countless years of being he had yet to see something like it. It's almost like the office in that it's not quite normal but at the same time it's entirely something new, equal parts familiar and not and that's saying something for the Archangel. This would normally cause him to start demanding answers (which may or may not have happened when he showed up but he Wasn't Talking About That) but that, well wasn't going to be of help here. First of all he was, much to his annoyance, entirely human, and so lacked in his usual armaments of ways to get information from people, including lacking Michael. Secondly, he hadn't a clue what these Gods had done to him to start with to do that besides dragging him here. Lastly, maybe it meant The Great Plan had succeeded and they had lost and now he was here (he wasn't banking on that one).

All this to say that upon freeing himself from the castle and getting a change of clothes (because he wasn't even going to think about ruining his suit) he decided to do the one thing he enjoyed in his human body: jogging. Not to say he was used to such human things as sweating, feeling tired, or anything else that comes with being human and jogging but he was now experiencing.

The scowl on his face if someone sees him stopping to catch his face is probably comical, as his the look of disgust as he wipes at his forehead. Or maybe you run into him, literally, as his attention gets pulled away from his jogging at something else. It's all so new, this place and distraction comes easily.]

[Who Gave Him Food? (somewhere around Asgard take 2)]]

[Most people would be thrilled at the selection of food before them that Gabriel has. It's all local food stuffs that looks delicious and smells it, and yet he's looking at it as if it's poison. Or utterly disgusting matter that should just not go into his body. Does he have to eat? If everyone back home is to be believed, yes, because humans do and he's human now and therefore he has to eat it in order to keep living, but does he have to? Does he really?

So instead of eating it however, and he's not one to let such a thing go to waste, he just starts shoving plates of food at people as they walk by. He's not asking if you want that plate of cookies okay, he's just going to give it to you.]

[Wildcard]

[Got another idea in mind? Go ahead and just post it on up or send me a PM or something!]

Edited 2019-06-17 05:40 (UTC)

awakening
[Sure, it's been the most... civil and perhaps even most kind kidnapping she's ever encountered in her life but...]

"I'm sure you have many questions," you know I bloody well do!

[Isha is muttering to herself as she slowly makes her way out of the room, out into this so-called Asgard, which is another farce in its own right.]

Asgard this, Wanderer that... [She sighs heavily, crossing her ams, twisting her lips as she gazes out towards this too-perfect tableau presented to her as a land of the gods. It does her no good to stay frustrated, as much as she believes this is some clever simulation, some side effects of medications, something more logical than magic.] Now what are we going to do here, love? Something dastardly?

[The question was, actually, to herself, but you're free to answer if you're nearby.]

firar samka
[A museum she certainly did not expect, but it was a good start besides the library. Isha really had no head for thinking so hard, and, truth be told... ancient places were her favorite haunts. If she hadn't been such a crook and a technophile, she would've surely become a historian.

Her footsteps, oddly, make no noise as she idly browses the museum. A culture museum as made by Tyr, is it? She wonders if this place has all the slant and the bias as any other museum would back on Earth. Surely no being could be faultless, and what little she does remember, the gods were never fond of being made to appear anything less than godlike.

Isha stops, tilts her head when she truly starts inspecting an old set of armor, buffed to shining perfection. Really, the entire outfit seemed ludicrous and inappropriate battle, but what would she know? She preferred to sneak into places and use a computer.]

Somehow, all of this makes even less sense, don't you think?

[Being in a museum dedicated to a godly culture was ripe for, well, culture shock.]

wildcard
[it's whatever! Isha is a hacker, thief, and engineer working for INTERPOL and would more than likely be in house Odin.]

awakening

[He didn't spend too long in that bed, up and out the door swiftly and calmly, already fixing his clothes and adjusting his sleeves and cuff links just so. Nothing was going to be gained laying in that bed all day, and... well it was past mid afternoon. Just about time for him to get up anyway! He'd noticed... immediately honestly, that things were missing. Naturally the first thing he'd attempted to do was take a shape more suitable to this strange place he'd woken up in, why wouldn't he be somewhat concerned about coming to in a strange land where he'd no idea who would react favorably or unfavorably to the grinning sharp toothed skull of a talking, horned wolf? Why not immediately attempt to look more presentable?

Nothing ruined a person's day more than getting hit with the current favorite weapon of the era.

Of course, that shit didn't work. He couldn't even slither away into the shadows to hide himself. Which... was... concerning to say the least.

So yeah that's why there's an eight foot plus tall horned creature stalking down the hall with a cloth over it's face, no big deal, totally normal, everyone chill out, it's just blanket face, leave him alone.]

firar samka

[Naturally, he'd head to the library. Yes he took the cloth off his face, he'd like to read a book and the cloth didn't allow that much to see through.

... Still about as cuddly as he looks though, anyone who'd get too close, or look like they'd be about to speak to him, would be getting a loud, agitated snort from Elias. It's hard to be a gentleman when you were screaming internally, cut him some slack.]

wildcard

[Where is Elias? Anywhere you need him to be! Trying to eat food without making a mess, enjoying a hot cup of tea, getting into a pedantic argument about magic because he's very smart shut up, being so bluntly evasive about personal questions that it becomes painfully awkward, whatever your flavor!]

option one, arrival.

( alanna was no stranger to magic - she'd been around enough sorcerers for what felt like a lifetime, and that was just counting those beyond her dear brother. after all, only a few weeks ago she'd put a sword through roger of conte's heart.. she was done with magic was far as she was concerned after that, after seeing the horror and despair it could wreak upon those she loved and had sworn to protect.

it seemed, however, magic was not done with her.

she'd had enough experience with the great mother goddess to know better than to interrupt in the presence of an immortal - even though her temper was demanding answers. one moment she'd been laying her head down on her bedroll, coram grumbling beside her - and the next she was here. asgard. somewhere that hadn't been covered in any of her lessons, somewhere she'd never even heard of.

and then there was the small matter of swearing some sort of allegiance to one of the gods here - not that alanna had ever been particularly devoted, but as a chosen of the great mother goddess, it felt a bit like blasphemy. she'd sworn her shield to king, country, and the great mother. she'd only sworn it a fortnight ago!

by the time she finds others, she's fuming and in no mood to mince words or make small talk. imagine being approached by a short redheaded woman with violet eyes narrowed with temper, lips slashed in a frown: )

I suppose you weren't given a choice then, either - either stay here or risk the peril of being sent home with no guarantee of survival? ( she's certainly grumpy, but not unfriendly; if anything, alanna seems like someone looking for commiseration. )

option two, thunder.

( she ought to have known there would be trouble when she saw the rain clouds - godess, how she hated being caught in the rain. still, with all the shelter around, it wasn't the same as riding moonlight through a downpour, or huddling under a bedroll at a makeshift camp in the middle of the forest. there were plenty of places to wait until the storm passed through, and alanna had chosen one that was at least marginally familiar to her - a forge.

with the warmth from the hearth, she would't have to worry about being cold. if there was anything she hated more than being caught in the rain, it was being cold.

nudging the embers with a poker she found, a flash of lightning rent the air followed in short order by the loudest clap of thunder alanna thought she'd ever heard -

duke roger, sneering at her from across his classroom as the other boys watched him transfixed - gods, they had been so blind, mistaking his deception for charm! orange, the color of his gift, moved across the room between them, wrapping around jonathan and squeezing.. he's killing him! suffocating him and she's - alanna blinks hard, swearing enough to make a sailor blush and rubbing her eyes, before sneezing three times in succession. magic. )

It's not real. He's dead. ( she mutters under her breath, letting out a long breath. he's dead, i killed him. )

Edited 2019-06-18 02:33 (UTC)

Raven's Garðr:

[ There's been a dull thrumming in her ears at the simple thought of choosing a god house. Because it had gone so fucking well for her the first time around. She'd blindly trusted that who she'd prayed to was really them and she'd watched her friends die - had --

Squeezing her eyes shut, she plants her feet and focuses on her breathing. No point in having a full blown panic attack in the middle of the fucking day because she was staring at a fucking temple. It'd be so much easier to deny it all if two of the supposed Goddesses they were able to possibly worship. All she knew was that if she had to pick a house, it probably wouldn't be Frigga's. She looked too close to Our Lady Underground - too warm and inviting. It made her nauseous. Eyes flickering open, she runs her hands run over her face - gently swearing under her breath. ]

Fuck this.

[ She needed more time. To come to terms with not having her own powers, with not being home -- with all of this. To being god-touched again, even if it wasn't violent this time around. The crystal around her wrist remains colorless as she walks away, fingers fidgeting with the band. ]

Skipta Mál:

[ It was stupid to delay the inevitable, really. If she could be rational about it for one minute she'd have just made the bond then and there. Gone into the temple, talked to Odin to set some things straight, and taken care of it - at least while the choice was still hers. She wasn't stupid - she knew they wouldn't let her linger forever without choosing. She might as well hold onto whatever little bit of power she might have in this mess. So she opts for the healthiest coping mechanism she can find in this place - booze.

Walking into the restaurant, she stops the first person she can find. ]

Please tell me this place serves alcohol.

Wildcard:

[ Go for it. Feel free to catch her in the storm or whatever floats your boat or PM me if you would like a different starter. ]

[Awakening]

[There's another figure wandering the halls here, freshly awake and arrived. If he looks... a bit awestruck, only a little, well trust him, it's entirely understandable. Considering what he'd just left.

He'd not even noticed his powers weren't present, even as aware of them as he usually was, too taken with the place he'd woken up in. Hadn't even occurred to him that he was walking, rather than drifting, far too distracted, sorry. Massive wings, the softly glowing, sky blue runes casting a gentle glow across the walls of the hall, were, for the moment anyway, pulled cautiously close to him, the man obviously trying to make heads or tails of where he was.

... And no he still can't quite figure out what he should feel about this, please hold.]

[Firar Samka]

[He'd stick out pretty well in the library. Not many good places to sit with wings like that, but he had no issue with standing, having only now fully realized, with a degree of muted embarrassment at how long it took, that he'd no longer any access to... well any of his powers.

He'd come to the library for information, and no it's not just books he was after, though considering the small collection he now carried under his arm, he wasn't writing them off just yet. And, well, he needed something to relax him. Books seemed like an obvious choice, not all of those were non-fiction.

In any case, he's certainly not shy. Someone would eventually be addressed, his voice soft, low and as ever, impeccably polite.]

Excuse me, if I may have a moment of your time.

[Awakening]

Ah--

[In that moment, he'd felt so on edge, that it takes a long moment to understand that the terror, the fear he'd faced-- was gone. Without blinking, everything had changed, as if the strange castle he'd awoken in never existed at all. More than that, the snow, the mountain... everything... had changed. The process of awakening properly hadn't helped any. What he'd seen there-- was any of it real? The words he's fed hardly help, ]

...eh?

[Looking around it. Didn't make any more sense.]

Eh???

[...well at least he's trying to process all this. It's just an awful lot at once probably.]

[Tourist Mentality]

[If you'd seen him in his daze earlier, then it's probably quite a surprise to see him when he starts really looking at the city of Asgard. There's a starry eyed wonder that radiates off of him as he basks in the glow of the holy city. Everything from Gladsheim Palace to the river; he darts around with a childish sort of energy, pressing his face to windows and generally gawking at the unfamiliar.]

Even compared to Paris there's really something incredible about this place!!

[...careful though, if you take your eyes off of him, he may yet wander off on you.]

[Still Wandering]

[More than just his typical sight-seeing route, you might also, in particular, catch him visiting Hlíf Drengr. After all, it is the temple of Heimdall.]

What a peaceful looking place...

[A Little Fall of Rain]

[The storm reminded Noé of warm times, not that they weren't painful in their own right. But with the pitter pattering of rain, any of the sweetness that could have been found in those memories turned completely bitter; going down a path of loss and bloodshed. With it comes the familiar feeling of helplessness that he remembers so well from those moments.

Without his hat, he should be taking cover and yet... the vampire finds himself frozen in place, lost in a memory. And in the process he's just letting himself get completely soaked, as if he doesn't even notice the rain anymore.]

[Wildcard]

[Because there should always be the option to go wild.]

Edited 2019-06-19 04:40 (UTC)

Diamond | Houseki no Kuni/Land of the Lustrous | prooobably Tyr idk

gamora | mcu

V | Devil May Cry 5 | Njord ofc

Ariadne | Original | Will Match Brackets If You Prefer <3 (and probably Sigyn...)

friday, marvel comics

Asterios | Fate Grand Order