Well whatta you know, death comes with an option A and an option B apparently! Weighing the options, if I had to make a choice between Asgard or isolation it's no contest...and, hey, I've heard good things about Asgard...according to Scáthach.

[In spite of being brought here against his will, Lancer looks about as cool as any cucumber...of course his existence has afforded him very little in the way of free will, so he doesn't have much to complain about.]

It's not exactly what I pictured when I was a brat, but if I could color this place with my influence then I could definitely live here! [Whether that's cause for concern or not remains to be seen.] The only down-tick to this whole ordeal would have to be the power loss...there's really no way to get 'em back, eh? Even Runes, what about those? This is Asgard and I was a master of Runic magic, you'd think that'd translate.

[He'll give a mock derisive snort.]

Guess I can live with it as long as this place is well stocked with booze....but I do have a couple of questions. It's possible to be in the House of One God while liking another without offending the God who...I guess...brought you here, right? I'm not in the mood for a shit storm, but that Loki guy, he's a real pip. [Lancer waves a hand dismissively, that was just a cast off question.] No...no...what I really want to know is this--could anyone qualify for this place, or is there some kind of selection process that they have set in motion?

[It's amazing how one's relaxed, laid-back demeanor could so quickly change into something more ominous and creepy, but Lancer pulls it off...and red eyes are pretty unsettling anyway, but it's the forced grin on his face that's the real problem.]

I'm Lancer by the way, common courtesy if I plan on pumping this place for information.