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( 001; video; backdated to the afternoon of day 146. )

[ If looks could kill, anyone on the receiving end of the feed would have to say their prayers and wish for the best. While her eyes vaguely hint with a vague, possible murderous intent, she appears relatively calm and composed for someone who's just been kidnapped and prepping for a rant, albeit her tone has a certain venomous edge to it.

She purses her lips, tilting her head to observe the bracelet. ]

One word: tacky. You would think gods would at least be able to afford Tiffany's. What, is this place just filled with criminally awful fashion choices?

[ Priorities. She rakes a hand through her hair, trying to will away the exhaustion that seeps into her voice. ]

Okay, right. Norse gods who recruit teenagers and elven soldiers, apparently. [ Guess who did her homework by briefly browsing the important posts on the network? ] Even if the rest of this little performance sounds like a bad plot for a B-rated fantasy movie, forebodingly talking about preparing for battle like it's at our doorstep — their doorstep — isn't very comforting.

[ She pauses, raking a hand through her hair and biting her lip to stifle an approaching frown or fatigued sigh. ]

Serious question here. Since we can't click our heels three times and leave of our own free will, does this place have any redeeming qualities?

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[... I must be pretty homesick right now, if I'm replying to someone because they remind me of Sonoko of all people ... ]

Some of the people here are pretty cool!

[ Okay, cool people she can deal with. She'll suspend her disbelief for the smallest of moments. ]

Define "cool". [ A pointed brow raise. ] Do they all look like they stepped out of Pleasantville or the Renaissance Faire?

Cool as in either great people, or really talented -- the sort of person you might meet maybe once or twice in a lifetime back home.

They don't generally look like they're from Pleasantville, but the one's that dress like they're in cosplay ... Well, we're all from different universes, so chances are, in their world, that is cool.

Low standards, right?

That was my first thought.

[ Finally, someone who speaks her language. ]

Lower than low, unfortunately. At least someone here understands the importance of good taste.

Seems like the gods are beyond good taste and just having... taste. They'll take anyone. Doesn't seem like a particularly ideal war plan if you ask me. Nor do I really want to fight in their war.

I'd say choosing me was pretty good taste. [ No ego to be found here or anything. ] But they could use work on everything else, like finding people who actually want to be used as puppets.

Definitely good taste. There's got to be some people running the intelligence of the operation.

{she grins]

Maybe that lot went first and we're the reluctant back up.

[ She smiles, a pleased ( and mildly proud ) grin. ]

It would help if there were more than just a handful of us, but it looks like we might be in the minority.

[ A small shrug. ]

Maybe they just gave up and decided to join the ranks of the other weird, faceless minions.

Definitely. I think most of the ones with brains are in Odin. Or at least, I am.

[Clicks her tongue and nods.]

Or maybe they all made a quick escape.

[ Oh, network
Shall he compare thee to summer's day?
Thou art more pointless and full of idiocy.
Full of travellers and their dismay,
He'd like to forget the bouts of crazy.

Are these not all but common ~~blatantly Shakespearean~~ thoughts of one Jackson Whittemore?

No, not really. But if they were to be summed up in something hideously resembling a sonnet, that's how they'd be. So really, he doesn't care much about the network except to check in on whatever the gods might be doing every so often.

He's checking in today only because it looks like the wave of new people is due and while he really could not deal with more people from Beacon Hills (because really, allison's dad too?), he kind of has a small hope in his grinch sized heart (three times too big, not shrunken mind you) that maybe it'll be a face that he wouldn't mind seeing.

Maybe Danny or — ]

Edited 2012-09-21 14:52 (UTC)

[ A very familiar red-haired (strawberry blonde, chimes in a voice in his head and okay, he's hearing double now because he can hear her clearly in his head as well as on the feed), who seems none too happy to be here.

In fact, he even recognizes the look in her eyes and it must really be a testament to how long he's been here when that annoyed and slightly murderous glare doesn't scare him, but actually is a familiar feeling. He'd been on the receiving end of it on occasion, of course.

But getting back to the point. He watches the video all the way through, unsure of what to make of it because that sure was unmistakably Lydia on the feed. Which means she's here. At Asgard. Just like the rest of them.

(and with powers, the implications of which he doesn't want to think about yet) ]

[ So Jackson Whittemore, what do you do?

Do you acknowledge the girl whom you'd basically dumped in the worst possible way ever and made miserable from the last interaction you remember? Do you just ignore her (as you're prone to do) and simply let this post be? Do you go get yourself a non-fat ice cream so you can sob your feelings into it instead?

ALL PERFECTLY VIABLE OPTIONS. BUT THE ONE YOU CHOOSE IS— ]

Edited 2012-09-21 15:11 (UTC)

...Lydia.

[ Ding ding ding. Jackson's put on his video feed as well as is now replying to her. He really can't afford to let her talk to Scott or Stiles or any of the others here first because who knows what they might do.

And whatever may be between him and Lydia now (or whatever it's escalated to depending on when she's from because he may not admit it, but there seems to be some proof for this people coming from further along his future thing), they've always at least had one another. It's been long enough for him to forget the details of everything that had plagued him back at school... everything he'd sort of taken out on her and blamed her for. Right now, amidst the unfamiliar and familiar faces, she's something better at least.

He stares at the feed for a moment, like he's internally debating something. Despite the way he'd sort of just blurted her name out a second ago, he looks more stoic now (although she can probably pick up on the way everything about him seems on the edge). ]

When did you get here? Where are you now? Did you — did you see anyone else yet?

[ And so begins the barrage of questions. They can't seem to wait it seems and he kind of feels like he's stepping back into this strange over-protective boyfriend role even though that isn't what he is at all. Not anymore. She might be a sight for sore eyes, but he still means what happened back home. All he wants is to keep her away from the Leather Pack and the Stooges.

It's the least he can do when she's completely new to this place right? ]

[ Lydia.

Given how certain she had been that she'd never hear that familiar voice flowing into her eardrums, it very nearly resembles a melody to be cherished — but that particular sentiment is fleeting. She proceeds to respond as she ordinarily would, distant and biting, but then his countenance flits across the screen and finally, finally registers within her mind.

She'd been a bit hesitant to approach him before, recalling his numerous outbursts targeted at her existence, but the manner in which she reacts is nothing compared to those instances. Her face blanches at the sight of him, any remaining colour draining from her face as though she's captured a glimpse of something spectral — and as far as she's concerned, she has. ]

Jackson?

[ It's surprisingly meek, questioning (are you real?), as her eyes search his own for some iota of genuineness, but words and images lie. Lydia knows that now, perhaps always has, but Peter had merely solidified that line of thinking.

She should be overjoyed to see him alive and well, a mirror image of the boy he'd been before she had cradled his head in her lap and prayed for him to return to her as the life drained from his eyes, because having Jackson torment her on a constant basis and tear her to shreds was an improvement from having no Jackson at all.

He isn't real, she tells herself — just another presence in her mind destined to haunt her.

Girls like Lydia Martin don't cry often, but the fresh wound is a painfully deep and she can feel the beginning of tears threatening to spill from her eyes like a waterfall even as she dryly swallows, willing it away. ]

[ He's another trick, another curse, another reminder of everything that had gone sour in the past few months. While the desperate portion of her brain ( and more importantly, her heart ) yearns for him to be real and not another dreaded hallucination to add to her collection, she can't risk dropping her guard like she had with Peter. And so, without that confirmation, his questions go unanswered and the words trapped in her throat remain unspoken. ]

Stay away from me.

[ It's intended to be scathing, strong, but it isn't difficult to detect the manner in which her voice wavers and almost cracks, nor the flicker of hurt, anxiety, and bemusement present in her eyes. She's as vulnerable as she had been when she'd cavorted through the woods, as vulnerable as when Peter had preyed on her and manipulated her to his heart's content, as vulnerable as she had been when Jackson gone and died and left her all alone again — and though it's a weak attempt, at least she's trying to keep herself from falling apart completely. ]

[ To see her on the verge of crying only sends his stomach churning because well isn't that great? is she still so triggered by what he said about her ruining everything -- or is it something more? It must be the latter because while he's seen Lydia cry... it's never been quite like this.

There's something he can see in her expression as she stares at him and he can't seem to identify it. She's staring at him as if he's a mirage, an illusion, unreal and he swallows trying to figure out why she hasn't replied to any of what he's asked yet.

Can't she see that he's actually trying to be helpful to her for once? ]

Lydia, where —

[ And there it is. The words that send a strange punch straight to his gut and shock him enough to keep the annoyance at bay. He's being overwhelmed by confusion anyways because he's never had to deal with anything like this in terms of anyone else from Beacon Hills who's shown up here. He can recognize the vulnerability and he stares at her, concern shining in his eyes before he squares his jaw and continues talking like she hadn't said anything at all. ]

Listen. I need to know where you are, or else you might run into something a lot less pleasant than me.

[ okay true the wolves can't really wolf out here, but their still a weird looming threat. and if he has to do a little bit of lying to maybe convince her to let him come find her — well, whatever works right? ]

[ Seeing Lydia's face pop up on her screen makes Allison simultaneously happy - it's her best friend, after all - and guilty. Lydia's gone through so much back home and they've all just left her out of the loop, actively tried to keep her out, and while Allison could tell herself over and over again that it's for Lydia's best interest, sometimes she wonders if that's true.

Not that it particularly matters here. ]

Any chance your best friend counts as a redeeming quality?

[ Just as Allison faces her own conflict of emotions, so does Lydia. She's overwhelmingly relieved to have another familiar presence ( one that is supposed to be alive ), but the reminder of how frequently she'd been left out of... well, everything, freshly plays in her mind. The pang of the slight betrayal remains in the depths of her mind to be remembered for a later date but, at the moment, her focus is on Allison.

She makes a hum of consideration in the back of her throat, as though she genuinely has to ponder her answer to that question. ]

I'll have to think about it.

[ But the beginnings of a smile might say otherwise. ]

[ Allison laughs and rolls her eyes, though both reactions are completely affectionate. She's missed Lydia, more than she honestly realized, and even though it probably makes her incredibly selfish and horrible, she's thankful to see her best friend's face again. She just hopes they're from the same time, otherwise things could be weird. ]

What house are you in? [ She'd like to do the actual greetings in person, if at all possible. ]

[ In a twisted sense, being surrounded by familiar faces upon arriving is mildly comforting, as much as she may attempt to insist otherwise. She's not entirely alone, not here, and for once, she doesn't feel entirely left in the dark. She purses her lips, jostling the bracelet around to provide a view of the Welcome Hall. ]

Odin. [ She pauses before adding: ] You are coming, aren't you? [ But her voice implies that, even if Allison hadn't intended to, she's not taking no for an answer. ]

[ Allison knows that Welcome Hall; it's where she went to meet up with Stiles when he first got here. Should she mention him now, or should she wait until they're face to face? (Face to face sounds better, honestly.)

She laughs and nods at Lydia's question, the demand in her tone more comforting than it should be. ] Yeah, I'm coming. [ She's already slipping into her shoes. ] I'll be there soon, so don't go anywhere.

You'll have to ask Allison who else is here besides Scott, but you have more friends than you probably expected around.

Edited 2012-09-21 19:27 (UTC)

[ Friends. It's likely a loose term now, given how they'd insisted on leaving her out of their little circle and how far she'd fallen from her position as Queen Bee to a spectacle, but it's still a relief.

But... oh. Scott and Allison is still a little barf-worthy with how lovesick they are ( and she might just be a little envious of that after Jackson had unceremoniously dumped her ), resulting in a scrunch of her nose. Yeah, she doesn't really want to be subjected to watching them make kissyfaces at one another right now. ]

Lucky me. [ Okay, there's a little sarcasm there, but her lips quirk up in the slightest. ] I had no idea know gods favored Beacon Hills so much.

Beacon Hills doesn't seem like the ideal place for war recruits, does it?

[ It isn't quite a smile, but the corners of her lips do twitch faintly. ] You might be surprised. Not all of us are useless.

Edited 2012-09-27 05:26 (UTC)

[Redeeming qualities about Asgard...] We don't have to do homework here?

[ Oh boy... Scott knows someone who's going to be really happy to see her. A clue about this person: his name rhymes with 'biles'.

Before Chris showed up, Scott would have said the most redeeming quality about being here, at least for him, was not having to worry about Allison's family giving him the stink eye whenever they're together.

But now Papa Argent father is here. Which sucks, by the way, so he'll give her another answer. ]

You're not alone? You have Allison, Stiles, me... and Jackson.

Sorry, no Tiffany's, but there is a spa in Freya.

Some of the food is very good and there is some interesting scenery.

[ Positivity is a skill which, in this case, once learned cannot be unlearned. Or, at the very least, he's gotten too good at faking it. ]

[ but yet another +1 to team beacons hills, it seems. there has to be something wrong with the gods for them to keep thinking that adding more and more teenagers into this war is a good idea, especially someone like lydia martin. then again, it's not like he's forgotten what she did the last time he saw her. not just anyone can sneak up on a werewolf, after all, so maybe she's not quite as ordinary as she seems... ]

[Aww, this is just great. Kuroneko couldn't resist.]

If there are, shallow queen bees aren't one of them.

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