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asgardeventide2012-09-21 04:43 am
purpose) wrote in asgardeventide2012-09-21 04:43 am
( 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?
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?
[ video ]
[ 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? ]