[It's the Candle Cavern again, and here's Pyro with a message for you all. But this time, he doesn't look disdainful or angry - in fact, he looks somewhat uneasy, like he's standing on a precipice with toes curled around the edge and only one step away from changing everything.]

I know what you all think of me. I'm used to it.

[The beginning of a challenge? No, his voice softens to match his expression.]

But everyone faces a choice at least once in their lives where there's no other answer but doing the right thing. And yeah, even I can do that.

[And now he stares out earnestly, almost vulnerably.]

Euri... will you marry me?

[More out of character confessions! Is it another curse, or is this one for real? Break out the popcorn, folks. It'll be fun either way.]

[ So. A lot of her close friends have been sent home. And the thing is, she never really had many friends back home. There were a few she was very close to — ones she cared for greatly. But being in Asgard for six months now (oocly one year . . .) has had a large effect on her. She had grown to accept these people as very good friends.

And even if she knew that it was possible that they'd disappear — and possibly reappear with no memories — it was still a shock as one after another, they left. And they all had friends here too — she felt terrible for those like her as well.

The girl on the screen gives a small grin, attempting to look cheerful. It probably fails. She couldn't distract herself enough with the other Hinamizawans, so here she is.]

...Aha...!! They should let us have farewell parties for the people who leave. Or at least a proper good-bye! [ What she would give to at least say thank you to those she met. She'd ask the people related to them to pass on messages, but she knows how this all works now. ] ...I'm sorry if someone you knew left.

Heh, that makes me realise how long I've been here. [ She actually knew perfectly how long she's been here — she keeps records of everything, but she prefers to act like this. Also. It's been like three months since she's properly trolled anyone!! ]

Some people have been here a little longer than me, but not many of those people are still around. [ Which is depressing in itself. ] Who's even left?

Oh — [ At this moment, the cat she was left by Yozora pops it's head up from the bottom of the screen and proceeds to climb onto her boobs awkwardly. Say hi to Melons in front of her own melons... ] Hey--!!

[Wrathia Bellarmina, queen of hundreds of galaxies, ruler of an empire, warrior and curse maker, generally awesome person, is finding that all her plans have gone awry yet again. It's not a pleasant discovery. She is getting really tired of all these goddamn wrenches in her goddamn plans. Living body? Great. Lack of anything else? Less than great.

Things would be on fire, if she could still generate the heat for that. Another fucking problem that's going to need solving.]

Putting aside the freaking idiocy of a plan like this- your plans, not mine- I'm willing to concede the point that we could be useful to each other. You send me back, in this body, put together the correct fucking way so that it works properly, and in exchange I'll give you whatever it is you need most. You want these guys dead? I can make you a curse that will wipe them out with one taste. Problem solved, and I can get on with my unfinished fucking business that is substantially more important than this pile of crap. This goes for anyone who thinks they can hold up their end of the bargain, not just the so-called gods.

[And she smiles, with a nasty display of very long, very sharp, very pointed teeth.]

So, how about it? Do we have a deal?

OKAY, FUCK IT.

I WAS HERE A FEW TIMES BEFORE? GREAT. JUST REMEMBER THAT ANYTHING THAT I MAY HAVE DONE BEFORE DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME IMPACT ON ME NOW. IF THERE'S SOMETHING IMPORTANT I NEED TO KNOW, THEN FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU BETTER LET ME KNOW.

ONLY FORGET ABOUT IT. YOU'VE PROBABLY ALREADY TOLD ME. WHATEVER. NOT GONNA LIE, IT'S KIND OF MORE TO TAKE IN THAN I WOULD HAVE HOPED.

[There's a pause.]

SO, WHAT SHOULD SOMEONE DO IF THEY'RE LOOKING FOR A JOB? LIKE TO KILL TIME OR WHATEVER.
WHERE SHOULD THEY GO? WE BETTER NOT BE BOUND TO DISTRICTS OR WHATEVER. THAT WOULD BE STUPID.

[See Road.

See Road eating a lollipop.

See Road eating a lollipop while perched on a churning washing machine.

See Road eating a lollipop while perched on a churning washing machine that is starting to very quickly overflow with frothy bubbles.

... most people would probably spend their first post blathering on about additional weird powers, or the lack thereof, or about how they may or may not have better things to do at home that they would rather be doing than whatever it is they are doing here.

Road is not most people.

And there are more important matters at hand, anyway. Such as:]

I want a new maid. Preferably one that isn't a stupid box.

[As well as:]

-- and a new dress. This one is wrinkled.

[Ladies and gentleman, Road Kamelot has entered the building.]




It's also advised that the residents of Hel should... probably watch their footing, lest they want to end up sprawling into the floor. But she isn't going to say that. Perhaps she'll get a show out of it.]

[[Residents of Hel, if you are passing by the laundry room and would like to nearly break your neck traversing soapy floors, or something, I am totally welcome to actionlogging!]]

[The ghost is back, sort of speak, with a soft smile on her face. It could be many things; Asgard should know by now she's a pretty cynical woman.]

Isn't it a wonder? You've never really considered how insignificant your life really is when you're stripped of everything, even left to primordial desires. And yet there are so many who take it for granted. What about you, girl?

[She's referring to Samantha, of course, as Regina's smile turns into sadistic, wide grin, exposing her fangs.]

Any of my ilk should consider themselves very lucky. I'd hate to see this land go barren. That is when my kind really does forget how insignificant their lives are and gorge on each other. We'll be at our worst.

I do hope that doesn't happen again or that I run into others with demonic blood.

So, hopefully everyone's okay again after all of... that. It got a bit tough for a while. [ Understatement, but she rolls with it. And quickly moves on. The sentiment was definitely real but just a bit of a preface for what she really wants ]

And I'm hoping that people are okay enough to answer a few questions? You know, being the new girl and all there's just one or two. [ Or one leading to two leading to twenty... hundred ]

So. Things have been said which are kind of making me think that this has happened before. Maybe not this this but something bad. That and the war, and war's bad enough, well... we're kind of really underprepared. [ She doesn't even know what to do herself - or if she can do anything ]

But. Second point. They say our powers are gone, but what about something more... innate? [ Like her natural magic. She can't orb but she hasn't exactly tried a spell yet. Or scrying. She'd love to do that, scry for a god, or someone ] Something that's kind of natural to you. Has anyone had anything like that and kept it? I know people have talked to the gods about powers and they've kind of shown us what'd happen if we had them [ She's so glad she missed that - for them ] but what if it's not entirely like a power? [ And that's about all she can say without being vague. Oh boy ]

So. Thanks. And feel better.

[ Filter: Sam Winchester ]
Hi, I'm Paige. [ In case you forgot from her last post ] So, Conan might have mentioned one or two things about where you're from and I was kind of curious? [ Okay. He said possession and demons may have come up. Or she might have just assumed since possessor demons etc etc. She just wants to chat ]

... So this is what they mean when they say no good deed goes unpunished.

[ Aether sounds peeved, for the lack of better word. To leave the city on a mission meant to help the war effort, only to inadvertently end up leaving the front lines, is as frustrating as it possibly can be. ]

Is there anyone involved in handling this ordeal who I can speak to? I was out on a mission and need as much information as possible. The exact method of attack, the compound used, the names of those who suffered through it. Everything.

[ Beat. ]

And to everyone else... is there anything someone needs done right now? Housekeeping jobs. Sparring partners. City guides for the newcomers. Anything. I could use a job to busy myself with.

There's -

[ A cough. Not what he'd intending. One day, Arthur will appear before the city without looking horrible, I promise. Today is not that day, though he's looking considerably better than any that might've caught sight of him the day before or earlier this morning. Still pale and flushed, voice rough with soreness, but Arthur's a fighter through and through.

He's on the mend. He got better. ]

There's a cure - a treatment, rather. Both Dr Watson's clinic and the hospital have been working together to produce it; what we need now is to see it brought to those afflicted.

I have already asked much of you, and I fear I will do so again before this is through, but you are needed once more, Asgard. I ask any well enough to travel to meet me outside of the hospital. We must move swiftly, before it is too late.

[ A beat, and he looks at something just beyond the camera's feed for a brief moment. ]

It may also be - wise - to come armed, if you have them. While there's no immediate danger, we will always be met with conflict in a time of crisis. We have stood strong through every other; this one will be no different. Let Muspellheim know their petty tricks will not defeat us.

[ Or something like that. He has to stop and inhale deeply, try to steel himself. ]

For those of you that will join me, we depart within the hour.

[ ooc; this is the position three milestone post! the distribution log is ready and waiting for you over here, and it has handy dandy links to all of the other relevant posts for this plot!

for those of you that saw my ooc post (turned recruitment post awwyis) RE: building a formal army, this would be a good "in" for Arthur involving y'all in this DIY home project! but also not necessary. do whatcha do, asgard. ♥ ]

Ugh--figures she'd leave the moment I moved out, that stupid... [ YIFEI 8||| ] Very funny, Gods. Loving it, really.

Alright, listen up all you psychos and weirdos and anyone else near it--Hel is my territory so back off. I got rid of Amionmom or whatever the fuck his name was, lived through Anemone and Venom an' my psycho honking neighbour Termites and I will fucking outlast all of you so don't even try. Got it??

Hel. Mine.

Mine.

Just because Yifei's gone doesn't mean it gets to belong to any of you assholes.


[ ooc; OR ELSE >8((((( yes. Kaz is technically moved out now but THAT DOESN'T MATTER ]

[There are a lot of things that Draco has been thinking about over the last couple of weeks, but at least he's had something to distract himself with. When he and Euri finally perfected the formula for a nightmare-free sleeping potion, he immediately threw himself into the idea of marketing the product. After all, Asgardians had money. And Draco Malfoy was used to having a lot of money.

Besides, preparing a sales pitch was much better than obsessing over things he had no control over or perfecting plans he wasn't even sure he could complete.

When the bracelet feed begins to play, residents of the city will spot Draco striding through Gefion Park with a satchel lightly bouncing against his hip as he goes.]

All right, listen closely because this is a one-time sale. Euri and I have created something I'm sure many of you are going to want to get your hands on. We've managed to perfect a sleeping potion for those of you who can't seem to rest easy in the city of Asgard. Potions and charms, actually, for those of you who are stingy and refuse to consume anything. Our asking price is one gold rune, which really isn't that high of a price considering the product, the labor and the materials. You understand, don't you? And Granger thought she was the most brilliant.

Speaking of, Hermione Granger seems to have disappeared from the city, though I can't imagine how many people would care. [He just waves it off as he approaches what looks like a giant mushroom. He pauses in front of the mushroom house for a brief moment, frowning briefly before another idea comes over him.]

But let's get back to business. I've changed my mind. Asking price is actually two gold runes. We need to update headquarters and all should this become a successful endeavor. Unfortunately for those of you who can't afford that, I suppose you'll just have to try knocking yourself out with another cheaper, less effective method. Good luck with that.

[Unfortunately for Draco Euri is outside, just around the side of the house, preparing the surrounding garden for winter vegetables and plants. She's close enough to catch that last part about eighteen silver runes and oh geez he better not be implying what she thinks he's implying. She'll get up from her spot and the dirt and make her way over.]

Hey, what are you doing gouging people?? That's way too high a price! It should be more like - like 3 silver runes! What about the people who can't pay right away, too? They should still be able to get a charm or potion too...!

[Stopping in front of him, she huffs, hands on her hips. She has yet to mention his biggest offense, which she will be doing in a thoroughly offended tone of voice.]

And what were you insinuating about the mushroom??

[Anyone watching will notice that he jumps slightly upon spotting Euri. He looks at her, back at the bracelet, back at her, and back at the bracelet.]

Price to be decided, then. [And suddenly the feed cuts out. There you have it, Asgard. The beginning of a wonderful business relationship.]

[[ooc: Additionally, Euri and Draco will both be commenting around in this post! If any of Euri's CR would like to talk to her alone, or any of Draco's would like to talk to him alone, let us know via subject line! Otherwise characters will most likely get both characters responding.]]

[Hello there, Asgard. Enjoy a message from everyone's favorite mystery writer and wannabe cop. He's currently sitting in his room, his brow furrowed in thought.]

I have a question.

[He pauses, trying to determine the most delicate way to ask this.]

What if we don't want to fight in this supposed war that is coming our way?

[This place isn't that bad. He's met some really great people that he likes. But to be honest? He cares about Beckett and Alexis. They're the only ones that he wants or needs to protect, and would be willing to give his life for. What the hell does he care about the gods and their stupid war with each other? None of this is worth any of their lives.]

What are they going to do? Pull us out of the halls and drop us into a battlefield?

[Maybe he shouldn't have said that out loud because that's probably exactly what they'd do. Castle sure as hell didn't sign up for this. And wouldn't the gods want people who were actually interested in fighting?

He wonders if a deal could be struck. What would be the price for sending he, Beckett and Alexis back home?]

[A pile of books surround Eridan in fort-like towering stacks, a blanket and pillow shoved into the corner with a lit candle beside them on the floor. He is seated cross-legged on the ground,  elbows on his knees and his chin propped up on his hands.

Guess who didn't pay attention to the maid and has been living in the library and the park on nice days since he arrived. Certainly not Eridan Ampora.]

So. I'm goin' to cut to the chase, Is there anyone wwho hasn't lost complete control a' their think pan? All a' you idiots spend your time prattlin' on about parties and free hivves and shit that doesn't fuckin' matter!  I mean, honestly, is there anyone left wwho has the sense not to wwant to be some "god's" playthin'! I don't care about your inane arguments. "They need us!" "Oh, but they're soooo nice to us."

[Eridan smirks, showing off his sharp fangs, as he motions to the stacks of books. He picks up one of them, brandishing it at the screen.]

Clearly none a' you humans havve evven read your owwn military theory an' history. They're just placatin' you into stayin' here an' doin' their biddin' wwhen fear tactics alone wwoouldn't wwork. Etiher wway? You're still a slavve.

Think about that, Asgard.

[HELLO ASGARD. There is a very irked and irritated cyborg staring right back at you, looking unimpressed and obviously out of place. She's in Hel's district, having made her way back to the welcome hall after her adventure through the city!

Not.]

Okay. So besides forgetting to mention we're in a war, and that this place is inhabited by crazy assholes, is there anything else someone wants to tell me about this city that I don't know? You know, before I end up punching someone? I'm filled in on the whole coloring aspect, we can't get home, and we have powers. [A wiggle of her fingers here, to show how amused she is by that aspect.] Whoop-de-doo. Any hint about surprises would be fantastic.

[She is so thrilled, can't you tell.]

Also, bandages. Where do I find them. [She holds up a bandaged hand that is BRIGHT FUCKING RED and may or may not be dripping. With blood. Aha. Ha. Ha. Someone might have punched a wall when she learned she couldn't go home. WHOOPS. |D;;; Clearly it doesn't phase her in the slightest, she's not even screaming in pain. Though that may be because at home, she fried off her pain receptors a week ago. GOTTA LOVE SEER SHIT, IT'S WONDERFUL.]

Gonna need to know where I can get more. As long as it's not in the way of the "I've gone crazy with power" dumbasses.

[Caterina is looking at you carefully, Asgard. Searchingly. Seriously.]

So we're finally talking about war now, are we? Va bene, tell me. How many of you have actually seen war?

[She's dead serious right now. War is nothing to chat lightly about. She knows.]

I did not sign up for this.

[obviously the first thing he says and greets everyone with is his desire to not be part of any of this charade, much less when he has other things in mind which take precedence.]

[or when his head aches so much. but that’s neither here nor there.]

[as a matter of fact, he is not here to make friends; he doesn’t want them. but he would very well like to get some information out of these group of people who have been here for a longer time than him. a very important thing was to show that he was, in no way, incapacitated. he could hold his liquor, thank you very much. he couldn’t quite manage very well afterwards, though.]

To a place with no soba.

[and thus his priorities are currently skewered. what, expecting much from the guy with a lousy hangover?]

The hell is wrong with this place, ah?

[back to your regular programming as soon as he's not suffering post-drunk]

[...It hasn't been that long since he last said something over the network but.

But this is important!

Senji is sitting there, arms crossed, looking absolutely.... annoyed. Why? There was a crow on his shoulder.]

.....Oi.

[The crow flew to his head. Pecking at his spiky hair.]

Oi.... how the fuck.... do you get rid of a damn bird that won't go away? This is seriously.... [CAW CAW goes the crow.]

This is seriously fucked up. Way too ironic if you ask me.... I'm... supposed to be Crow!

[CAW :V]

[Okay this is it, Rin has to say something and he has to say it now. Literally right now, and he's bored, so why the hell not right? Its not like he's got anything better to do. ] Oi, you guys know Ranka Lee?

I wanna make somethin' clear, if anybody messes with her, they'll regret it. So no funny business, got it?

I shouldn't hafta spell it out to anybody again.

If you can't deal with that, you'll have to answer to me.

[And a slight pause]

Oh, and I need a job. This place is so boring without one. If anybody needs help with anythin', let me know.