[ So he has learned how to use text and voice only messages, but right now, there's an issue as hand.

He don't know who he is - or rather, who's appearance he has taken. ]

Who is this?

[ He is pointing at himself - or rather, at the body that he's in. He don't know Izaya, and he certainly don't know Izaya's usual expressions or tone of voice. So the current expression is completely blank, and his voice is the same. ]

I know I'm not in Hel's House right now, and this body don't have Shadow Powers.

[ He flex his fingers and why did he have to change powers again? When it was Shadow's, he at least had a little bit of a clue how to bend it - he'd seen Rui use her powers countless of times, and he couldn't figure out what power this body had. ]

[The video starts, and no one wants to see the face on the feed. He looks smug, and maybe a little irritated. Nobody has seen Baldr since he had a run-in with every teenager's worst nightmare.]

[Two things can be assumed by this message: He's finally free, and it's obvious he's just done something bad.]

Don't bother getting too upset about so many of your friends disappearing all of a sudden. They're just... on "vacation". [The word is accented by actual air-quotations, and a horribly bratty little smile on his face.]

[He continues in an appropriately terrible, entitled tone of voice.]

Told you guys to stop complaining about the technology. You should learn to listen to those stronger than you.

[ when the feed clicks on, loki is sat — lounging — in a not-immediately-identifiable place, his attention — bored, disinterested, a mixture of self-satisfaction and contemplation — focussed on one of his hands, which he furls and unfurls briefly before speaking. ]

I do believe that at one point it was writ that there would be a glorious battle in which Odin would fall and with his death, Asgard would burn. Instead of rising from the ashes as one might hope, the realm would instead be submerged in water, and from there it would rise anew, fertile and fresh, ready again to bear life. [ a pause, and the disinterest fades for a moment, and loki redirects his attention to the bracelet, lips spreading into a momentary smile. ] The truth is debatable, of course — words are ever so malleable, and Asgard has always been fond of [ beat. ] magnitude. I must admit, I'm a little disappointed. I've heard tell of war, battles held before we arrived, and battles to come, but what has there truly been? [ pause. ] A puddle. I fear tales of Asgard's demise — if you do indeed believe this realm to be Asgard — have been greatly exaggerated.

The All-Father himself does not speak with his subjects, with his people, and what king is there that, in his realm's time of need, neglects them? Refuses to console them with tales of what has been done and what will be done, promises that whilst he is above all in status, in this they are together. I do wonder, has he not thought that perhaps if the gods themselves were to show a little [ the corners of his lips quirk. ] heart, the process of restoration would be far quicker?

[ loki falls silent for a moment, apparent hesitation tinged with regret and remorse gracing his expression. he sighs audibly, heavily, before continuing. ] Of course, I may be wrong. This may only be the beginning. We have been divided into houses — separated from one another — and few have seen their gods. The Norn predicted that alongside the death of Odin, Thor would fall. Freyr would fall, and Balder— [ he pauses, eyebrows arching briefly. ], it is said that it is his death by the hand of Loki that brings about the end of days.

Do you not fear that you have been brought here for chaos and chaos alone? What greater delight would there be to one claiming the god of mischief's name than to watch the Nine Realms be cast into discord by his hand? [ he leans forward slightly, the humour briefly fading from his expression. ] I don't doubt there's a war coming, Asgard, but I do doubt for whose honour it'll be fought. I do hope, for all your sakes, that there aren't too many inter-house friendships being formed.

[The time-stamp on the video feed reads 6:32 am. Conan's wearing his practice clothes, a backpack over his shoulder. He was en-route to the Citadel, but there was a change of plans.]

Ah -- anyone awake right now, if I could ask a favour? Me and Seth-niichan, we've been putting together emergency kits for everyone's use here! One of the things we stock them with is candles -- and as you can see, there's a lot of candles in Asgard right now!

[Conan tilts the screen so that the viewers get a view of the main road in Hel, looking ... far more cheerful than the main road of Hel has ever looked before. Those sure are some bright candles.]

If you don't mind helping us out, please put them out and store them somewhere dry! You can put them with the emergency kit already in your Welcome Hall, or let me or Seth-niichan know to come and collect them to put in the new kits when we make them! You'd be helping us out a lot! Thank you!

[/end video]

[Text - Filtered to the Forensics Unit.]

Volunteers to look into this? If Beckett needs you, she gets priority.

[IC Edit: Video.] (after this thread and this good advice!)

Ah -- So, I didn't realise this was art! Sorry! If you do want to take candles, take them from different places so that people waking up later can see them, and don't take any from Odin district! Thank you!

The longer I stay the more unbelievable things are getting.

[She's decided to work through her language barrier by throwing herself in head first onto the network speaking what fragmented parts she knows, sans euphemisms and references. She still doesn't understand those.]

There have been many floods over centuries but during this one I learned to glide on ice!

[Ice skating. She was horrible at it to start with but natural litheness made it easier to get the hang of it once she truly understood.]

These gods here. They are varying but their cause is understandable, if only they did not kidnap to accomplish it.

The deities where I come from have long since left or were lost.

Divinian, my language, is one of the last things passed down, known by very few, before they vanished.

What are they like where you're from? What are the stories and legends that you know of?

I am curious.

[Action | All over Asgard | Specified Timings | Open]

( Cut for length and language )

[Anon Text | About 7 am in the morning | Open to replies!]

=)+*Do enjoy the fresh new decor*+(=

[[ ooc: With this, up to about 11 am on Day 101 your characters will be finding these lit, red thick candles at varying lengths - depending on the time of discovery - all over the city, on the backrests of benches, atop signboards, lampposts, window frames... just about anywhere, really. Enjoy the waxworks! Cleaning up all the wax left behind is going to be a chore... ]]

[Kyou has three words for you Asgard, but he doesn't know if he has the time or the energy to say it, but he'll say it. ]

Ya know there's something I gotta say and that's

AND THAT'S-[and then he sags as if all the energy is completely]

This....place it sucks and ya know what, THIS PLACE  I REALLY [he breathes in and out, like he's about to pass out at any moment]


hate it. 
[and then he sags his shoulders and just quits while he's ahead.  God damn this place.]


Stupid rain. Is it ever gonna stop?


[for those of you who don't know.  Kyou has a thing against water and he acts like crap whenever it rains a lot.  Also sorry for the late I've been on hiatus, but I'm back now ;A;]

You know, this has been troubling me for some time.

[Hey, Asgard, it's that guy with the clocks for eyes. And this time, he's looking a bit confused.]

So...I had a few questions about a certain phenomenon that occurs often between two people. They go and they, erm, lock lips with one another. Sometimes they put their...[He makes a face.]...tongues in each others mouth. I have no idea why.

But, anyways, what purpose does it serve? Does it exchange genetic material through their saliva? Or is it used as an action to distract the other person? I mean, I've seen it among people who love each other, but...I often notice it between people who don't love each other either. So, it's not exactly a gesture of love, is it?

[A pause as he frowns.]

Basically, what I wanted to ask all of you: what is, exactly, the purpose of kissing?

[It's been awhile since Francis has actually been so bold as to post to the network. It's bad enough that he's commenting on other people's posts for crying out loud. He's been making a fool of himself on a more private scale and that SIMPLY WILL NOT DO. So no--this radio silence has officially been cut off for great justice.

Now, one could say that he's here to philosophize on your ass, or perhaps give love advice since, you know, he's so excellent in maintaining his own personal life. Perhaps he just wants to complain? He is French. It's only natural. However, as the video adjusts and Francis adjusts himself to fit just so into the frame looking mighty dapper today, it becomes clear that this isn't on his agenda. At all.]

My friends; some of you have seen me around and while others have not-- it seems as if Asgard is eagerly accepting more people within its borders, in which I must say hello. Welcome to this ah, surely unique experience. 

[rubbing his jaw, he divulges his imaginary audience with a bit of a grin] 

That is hardly the point of why I am here gracing you with my presence! Non, you see-- I am but a man that is seeking out companionship. An activity partner if you will. While I am not a shy man I hardly can indulge in spa days by myself. Imagine that-- myself, just hogging up all the attention with hardly anyone to talk to! 

Do tell me that there is someone out there that will save a man from his own?

[Why yes, he is bothering the good people of Asgard for a play date. He needs someone that is unattached to his current dilemmas to take his mind off of surly men things. NO HE IS NOT LONELY. NOT AT ALL. Why can't he ask to be rubbed down by a stranger in the company of someone who is a different shade of STRANGER?]

[ There are half a dozen sunflowers behind Jade with blossoms literally larger than her head. The plant situation in her room really is out of control, now, but that's what happens when you're given a lot of disposable income, free time, and a level two growth power.

It takes a lot of concentration, but she's able to make a vine wiggle at the camera. ]

Does anyone need a plant or six? I've been practicing my power in my room, and it's sort of gotten a lot stronger lately. Things are a little out of hand! Most of them aren't hardy enough to live outdoors, and it's not like I can just throw them away, so here goes the start of Jade Harley's Botanical Adoption Agency, I guess!

[ She is grinning. This is totally absurd and she loves it. ]

Pleaaase, guys, I can barely see my floor right now!

[ A blank face is shown on the screen, and he don't look very interested in his whereabouts. He stare in silence into the camera for a while. Actually, he's not really looking at the screen at all. He is contemplating some thing or the other.

After several moments, however, he break out of the silent trance and the look in his eyes turn just a little bit more attentive. ]

This is new...

[ Another moment of silence. ]

I have Rui's powers...

[ Not quite right, but indeed, he has the power to control Shadow's now. Just like Rui can back home. ]

Does that mean she has mine?

[ Because, after all, that's what you're suppsoed to be the most concerned about, isn't it? ]