[Ah. Did he get it to work right, then...?]

—hello. [Polite, a little quiet and there's a softer sort of serious air about him. Perhaps especially for a weird kid (teen) with stark white hair and silvery eyes, a strange sort of scar (tattoo?) jagging across the left side of his face—is it a pentagram or a star on his brow? There's a militaristic black and red uniform he's wearing as well, visible from the chest up—notably just enough that the emblem of a cross he's wearing over his heart is visible.

Given that he sort of tends to stick out like a sore thumb... perhaps you've seen him around the last couple days either in Sigyn or out and about. He's done the latter a lot.]

My name is Allen Walker. [A pause, as if debating.] —in House Sigyn. I'm an Exorcist of the Black Order.

[Eye and arm out of commission or not, that—and making sure he's a clearer target if there is ever a need for one—hasn't changed.

He does seem to waver for a second though, as if unsure he should ask so publicly.] I'm looking for anyone else you might have seen wearing a uniform or a cross like this.  [Which he indicates with a white-gloved tap to the patch. "Rose Cross" it reads under said intricate design.

He doesn't sound worried exactly, but he is quiet. Sober. Rather formal—his posture's straight and even, chin up—but not like that of a strict person. Quite the opposite, actually.] They might have arrived a while ago. But any information would be appreciated.

Ah... If [hesitation, like it leaves a very uncomfortable taste in his mouth] anyone might be able to explain more to me about the healing ability we're given I'd appreciate it, too. [It's nothing he has against the ability to heal. At all. Quite the opposite. It's amazing; breathtaking.

... it's just not his ability.

But—a smile. Something simple and polite but bright, with a small sort of way he tilts his head into it.

Anything but disingenious, but just maybe it's worn just a little too easily, too quickly, too.]

Thank you.

[Polite indeed. Almost oddly so.

Click.]

Alright, listen up, this one's to all the guys who've hit puberty.  Every one of you. You see this girl?

[He holds up a photo of ]

That's Ange. She's my kid. Real cute, right? I know. Well don't get thinking she's too cute, 'cause you're not allowed to talk to her.  If I catch any guys talking to her, I'm gonna track them down and gut them like a fish, you got it? Good.  Well here's a list of offenders so far after looking back on the bracelet. You guys are safe for now, but consider this your final warning.

Ryuunosuke Uryuu
Eridan Ampora
Hijiri Shinozuka
Kiyomasa Senji
Shiki Tohno
Kurt Hummel
Aoto
Soushi Miketsukami
Arihiko Inui
Kaz
Nezumi
Shion
Koda Hasegawa
Austin O'Brien
Hisao Nakai

[It's video when the feed starts up. There's a shock of white hair and bright red eyes peering out from behind a certificate-like piece of paper that she's holding up to the bracelet's camera. Along the bottom it's been signed twice: once in the Asgardian script everybody learns upon arrival, and another time in a language that will be pretty, but a lot less familiar. Both look surprisingly elegant - who knew Euri had good penmanship??]

Here it is, a stupid formality. [Then she quickly switches back over to audio.]

Back home we'd just follow a logical moral code - I dedicate myself to the appropriate acquisition and usage of materials blah blah blah let my ancestors and the god whose domain I utilize rot out my insides and return me to the lands from which we were born should I disgrace them - instead of having to go through useless tests and paperwork to get access to magical plants. I guess this is better than nothing, though.

[After all that her voice turns very, very dry.] It means after this sleeping recipe is finished I can start working on turning you all into frogs like a proper Witch. [That's for you Senji!!]

[Filtered to Draco]
Want to start working on some real magic?

[ It's Tavros, looking downtrodden and slightly distraught for once. He's been all over, he's checked everywhere, but there is no sign and a quick trip to the bank only confirmed things. ]

Vriska Serket has, gone home. I just thought that, [ an awkward pause. ] I mean, I just wanted to announce that and, get it out there, so maybe, no one else would wonder. Where she was, that is. Because, she's home now, and, that's...

[ He's not even sure where he was going with that thought. He takes a deep breath, scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hands, and turns the feed off. ]

[ For those of you who know Kula, she seems a little more serious today than she normally is. She doesn't have a huge smile plastered to her face; instead she's got a lolipop in one hand, her look a mix between haxy and stoic. Kula'll idly lick and munch at the lolipop as she speaks. ]

You guys seem to get really upset when someone else has control of you. It's like you're not used to it or something? Anyway, it's really weird. Didn't you guys have governments or something back where you're from that you had to answer to? Maybe a boss at a job or a teacher at school or something? How are the gods any different than that? No matter where you are, you're going to have someone telling you what to do.

[ She shrugs, obviously not seeing how her statement could bother anyone here in Asgard. She tends to be selfish and singleminded, unable to understand other people, and today isn't an exception despite her serious demeanor. ]

I think you all need to relax and take a deep breath. It's not that bad here, and all the gods really want out of us is to make friends! And if you say that's bad, then you just must be a bad person, because making friends is the best thing ever.

[ As she says that last line, her cheery self seems to kick back in, but only for a second. She's back to linefacing before she turns off the feed. ]

[ Private text to K' ]

Are you okay? I haven't heard from you since you know what... I wish we still lived together.

[It doesn’t take a genius to realize one has been gone for several months. That’s one of the first thing Legault figures out when he meets with the maid, gets his house assignment, everything. All for the second time. Things have changed, so clearly he’s been home and back...without remembering ever leaving. Oh, well. He was never against being in Asgard in the first place, that hasn’t changed. So today, there’s one new assassin skulking about and making observations from the shadows. Or is there? He’s not going to make himself known until he finally makes it back to his new house, Hel. It’s certainly a departure from Freya. And once he’s settled in, he’ll be giving the network a good once-over.

Ah, it’s been so long since he’s done this. Of course, he’s completely smooth when he addresses the town at large, smirking just like always.]

[Filtered to Euridice Taverna]

How lucky for me! There’s still someone familiar around for me to talk to. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? For you, at least.

[End Filter]

[For the others, though, he’ll be acting just a little. He’s confused, can’t you see?]

It’s been a long while since I’ve felt the need to address the network. Several months, in fact, but I’ve been a very busy fellow. I suppose I’m not a very familiar face for many, but I’m Legault, for those who might have forgotten me. Now that we’ve got that out of the way...

[He stops, acting as if he’s trying to pick the right words to say something.]

Is it unusual to suddenly change houses? It seems I’m a happy resident of Hel now. How depressing. And after all that time I spent in Freya...maybe I just wasn’t the right candidate. Maybe I’ll never know why, but it’s interesting to think about, though, isn’t it?

[And he’ll linger for just a second longer before cutting the feed.]

[ooc; heads up! legault’s been gone for months icly, he’s just trolling. also this is backdated to day 113 because of the event. hopefully, that’s not a problem! c:]

[the feed shows a shirtless & rather scrawny, knight holding up a shirt with a disgruntled pout on his face. upon closer examination one will find tiny holes scattered all over the fabric]

This... was the last one, too.. [he sighs] Now I need to buy more but I do not have that kind of money.

[a look is tossed at the Mistress Piper nuzzling herself quite contently in his bed] Piper, what am I going to do with you?

[no Castor more importantly, how do you film yourself accidentally seriously

omg this is the right comm pretend no one saw that flies into the sun]

[ By now you are perhaps used to the girl and the dragon. If not, here they are in what appears to be Dany's bedroom. Drogon hisses, clearly agitated. for one reason or another, smoke filling the image as it emerges from his mouth.

Dany, however, doesn't seem bothered. Her mouth forms a soft smile. ]

I know. I long to see Viserion and Rhaegal as well; I too, long to be somewhere else.

[ a beat of silence and. ]

The one who calls himself Loki has mentioned trade, armies and alliances. I would hear from those who know of whom he has spoken of. What armies and merchants exists outside of Asgard?

[Hanging in the Odin Welcome Hall. Itsuki offers a smile and a typically composed look to the bracelet.]

Greetings, everyone. Perhaps not all of us have had a chance to go through the publicly available, ah, discussions with our resident trickster god. I thought that I'd perhaps offer a little executive summary of information which was new, at least, to me, to those who haven't been able to. It is attached as a text file to this message.

Of course, I would love to hear other thoughts on these matters. My own opinion is that Loki's argument was reasonably compelling. No matter what our true affiliation is, there is certainly no purpose to be served by not even appearing to be cooperative. For my part, I'm inclined to say that cooperation is in fact the best route for all our interests. [Though of course he'd say that either way.]

( attached file )

[added after this thread]

( video; private to Hel )

I trust all are having fun dancing to the tune of the gods. [ loki's voice can be heard before he can be seen, and when the video is turned towards him, it's clear that loki is away from the festivities of the olympics — he'd observed the first day and reached the conclusion that it was all he needed to see. at present, he's sat in a café; it's quiet, and primarily unoccupied if the noise (or lack thereof) is anything to go by.

his gaze flickers briefly to the glass just to one side of him — water, presumably — before turning back to the bracelet; his features are set in a primarily detached expression of mild entertainment. ]

Apparent satisfaction aside, I admit to curiosity on several matters: passage into Utgard has been granted, has it not? And the [ the briefest of pauses, a small quirk of his lips — private amusement, a joke only he knows the punchline to. ] king of the giants, Loki, he shares an uneasy truce with Odin, yes? I wish to know more of Utgard, and if there are any who would travel with me to the realm — be it for curiosity's sake or something more — I would be a fool to refuse company.

[ he doesn't truly mean anyone, of course; through a mixture of conversation and observation, there are only a few that loki would even come close to trusting, but the term is used out of a want for the appearance of inclusion, and curiosity as to who would offer. he pauses again, attention sliding from the bracelet to the table ground for several moments, expression shifting to a pointed (deliberate) look of thought and recollection. ]

Queen Thiazi. [ the name is uttered with a degree of deliberation and a hinted lack of familiarity, and after a few moments, he raises his gaze back to the bracelet. ] Ruler of Jötunheim or — I believe they call it Thrymheim here, do they not? [ beat. ] None are aware of a previous king, are they? A Laufey, perhaps, and what his fate may have been? [ a beat, and a genial smile. ] Idle curiosity and nothing more; I shan't mind if an answer is unforthcoming. [ it'd be preferred, in truth; for as much as he detests the majority of the differences between 'his' asgard and this one, the presence of laufey — or more specifically, the death of laufey — would be a particular hindrance. ] But on the matter of Jötunheim, have any been there? Or if not, have any held discourse with her or her kind, be it in person or through these— [ he waves a hand towards his bracelet dismissively. ] toys?

[ a beat, and he sits up a little straighter, leans forward a little more, and his tone gains a touch of earnestness. ] I find myself wondering: if we are here as mere cannon fodder and warriors for gods that care little for our plights, should we not be seeking to avoid the eventuality altogether? Are you all so content to sit and wait for whatever the fates bring you and [ a twitch of his lips. ] Asgard?

[ Kaz's trip to Utgard? Wasn't exactly the best experience he's ever had. He met someone he wasn't intending to and now he's gotten himself roped into working for the Queen of Thrymheim and it's been a pretty subduing experience. "Go and convert others against the Gods." Great mission.

The perks are pretty nice though. He's sent back to Utgard without much trouble which means catching a carriage back to Asgard since he's bushed. Once he's close enough for the network not to be so unreliable, though... ]

What the fuck. I leave for a week and you guys almost kill yourselves while camping???? Seriously, how the heck are humans still even around? It's a miracle you haven't gone extinct by now. Maybe it's because you multiply like rabbits. [ Kaz what are you talking about you have 90384768934693 siblings back home ]

Seriously, what the fuck has been going on here? Why does everyone have beards??

[ He'll decide to leave it at that because THIS IS HIS STOP, central Asgard near the castle and dear gods he did not miss this place or anyone in it 8| But being treated like a pet spider by an ice queen is just a bit draining and this is the furthest place from her that he can think of heading to. yep. ]


[ ooc; KAZ IS BACK did you miss him probably not sob he's a terrible person. Feel free to run into him near the castle! HE HAS SOUVENIRS. ]

There! Ah - no, it's okay, piggy - um!

[ Taiwan tucks her hair behind her ears and sits up straight. Judging from the background of the feed, she appears to be somewhere in the Sigyn district, not so far from the water - and drenched. Man, she shouldn't have worn than sundress. ]

Weiii! Ah, today's a nice day for a swim, isn't it? Ahahaha... Anyway! I was wondering if anyone has some towels to spare? Piggy and I are wet. [ Taiwan lifts a baby mini pig up for everyone to see. She has a spot on her right eye and she should appear less pink because of Asgard's color problem but I just grabbed the first pic I found okay. Where did Taiwan get the pig? You'll probably have to ask. ]

Aiyo, piggy doesn't even have a name yet, so I need some suggestions, too, you know. Is anyone good with names? She's a girl! I think.

[ While saying this, aforementioned mini pig is trying to get back in the water in the background. Her grunting noises don't go unnoticed, and Taiwan goes over to pick her up. ]

Piiiiiggy, you know the water's too deep for you!

[ After she gets some towels, anyone in the Sigyn district can find them on their way back to the Freya welcome hall, with Taiwan's new pet wrapped and carried like a newborn baby in her arms. Feel free to contact them before or after they get help. ]

[ Someone was awfully busy today! On the side of Hel's Welcome House, Painwheel has set up a small vegetable garden. Right now she's in the middle of setting up little signs to indicate where certain plants are growing. Looks like she's got tomatoes, onions, and carrots set up. It's a very small modest garden but Painwheel actually seems to be enjoying herself. She's even traded in her old ratted hospital gown for this dress, the choice being made quite obviously because of the wheel sticking out of her back. Though, she still hasn't felt the need to take off her mask while outside, it's a strange mixture between cute and downright scary.

After she finishes putting up the small signs, Painwheel fills up a watering can to begin watering the plants. She really hopes that watering her garden everyday will help calm her down enough to live a somewhat normal life. Her anger felt misplaced in Asgard. There were no laboratories or experiments or doctors or anyone else who could tell her what to do. And hopefully, it would stay that way. If not, she'd deal with it when she needed to. ]


[ Later on, she'll address the network. Audio only, as usual, sometimes it's nice to be a faceless voice. ]

Does anyone know if we're allowed to keep pets in the welcome houses? I don't think we are... but maybe I could get around it somehow.

[When the feed turns on, the first thing you see is clothes being thrown off to the side. Obviously, the owner of the bracelet didn't realize it had turned on. Maybe it was payback for something the woman had done but honestly, what could've she had done?]

Oh come on! I can't wear this, I have work!

[And Sora appears, wearing this little number and looking a little freaked out. It get worse when she notices the bracelet recording. Oh crap.]

Um, can anyone tell me if they've been under the same thing I'm going through right now? I mean the clothes type.




(OOC: Sora's been hit with a small curse of being only able to wear that particular outfit for a week ICly. Oops?)