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  1. Mòrag, Brighid & Jin | Sector 2 - Burning Lands (Lava Village) The flight on the fish boat was very reminiscent of a small titan ship, except that, obviously, these vessels seemed to work without any titan supporting it. This technology was truly marvelous. Mòrag wished she could find someone who could create vehicles like this - it would be a great addition to the powerful titan weapons in the army. But alas, this was not the time to scour for the latest military innovation. There were more pressing matters at hand. Speaking of more pressing matters, three new people approached. Two of them looked like teenage girls. Their clothing was unusual, but that wasn't anything special in this place. The third person, however, looked very strange. He had yellow skin, bright green eyes, and his hands seemed to have two large fingers each? All that on top of a very peculiar body shape. This was a good indicator that this situation would lead to a lot of strange occurences. The three newcomers quickly introduced themselves and inquired about the situation. A reasonable approach to the events at hand. "I fear none of us have a very clear understanding of where exactly we are or how we got here. It seems the residents of the village in the distance should be able to tell us more, which is why we're headed there. If you wish to go there as well, feel free to join us. Strength in numbers is a very valuable thing to have." Mòrag neglected to mention what they had learned already. It would be a waste of time explaining all that to the best of her ability if the villagers could more easily give a better and more complete assessment of the situation. Just as Mòrag and Brighid wanted to continue walking onward, Brighid spotted the man with the brightly colored hair back where the boats are, holding something that looked a lot like a... oh no. There was no time to inform lady Mòrag, she had to act, and fast. "You there!" She said loudly in the man's direction. "If you value your life, I'd advise you to drop that blue crystal as soon as poss- oh my," "Brighid, what's hapenning?", Mòrag replied, surprised by her blade's sudden reaction to something that had completely slipped her notice. As she turned around, she immediately deduced what had happened. A tall, fit man with long grey hair had suddenly appeared in front of the exhausted boy. The blue crystal that Brighid had mentioned was nowhere to be seen anymore. That is to say, it had changed shape and was now located in the new man's chest, no, forehead. Was this place messing with the awakening of blades, or was this a very peculiar blade? The newly awakened blade held his hand reached out to his driver. "Hey, I'm Jin. I will protect you, always." It was uncomfortably hot here, Jin noticed. His driver likely felt the same, judging by the sweat on his face. He decided to use a bit of ice ether to cool the air around him, lowering the temperature to one that's a little more hospitable. "How strong do you think he is, Brighid?" Mòrag asked her trusted companion, mostly out of a desire to know just how much the protection of this man could be left up to his newfound blade. She wasn't expecting too much. It was enough of a miracle that the core crystal of a rare blade was just lying around here, but surely he wasn't going to be particularly powerful for a rare blade, right? "This is honestly quite embarassing to admit, but I think... this Jin might be even more powerful than I am." "Now that's a scary thought"
  2. Matt | Sector 6 - Netherworld (Laharl's Castle) Yes! Finally! The last level of the game! Just a bit longer and-- "What." He was so close to finally beating that game and now he was... where was he? Another glitch world? No, that couldn't be it. Everything seemed fairly normal WAIT. WHERE'S THE UI. Matt quickly went from confused to concerned. Just what was this foreign world? What should he do? He no longer had his otherworldly patron to do all the thinking for him! It was then he saw a large castle in front of him. And some strange pink creature storming in. "Hey! Let me help!", Matt shouted, running after the oddly geometrical man, Seiken at the ready. I have no idea what's going on, but I'm definitely going to have some fun - I just hope Natalie and the others won't miss me too much. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ryo Howard | Sector 1 - The Ancient Ruins (Midsection) Ryo was pleasantly surprised by the positive responses he'd been getting. It seemed like he'd be able to get along with at least a good few of the people in this group, and they'd all be a great help in staying alive out here. Some of the people introduced themselves, there was a discussion about going east, and about what east even is, before finally deciding to go east anyway. A man wearing some manner of blue robes created a couple of bubbles for people who couldn't fly to use. The boy who introduced himself as Spiderman seemed to be able to enter one just fine, so Ryo decided he might as well give it a try. "Thanks, everyone! I'm relieved you guys are responding so well to this. Now let me just try one of the bubbles..." It was a strange sensation, floating in an oversized bubble like this. But it seemed stable enough, and it's not like he really had a better option now. This would have to do. "I'm ready to go!"
  3. Mòrag & Brighid | Sector 2 - Burning Lands (Dock) The red-haired boy ignored their greetings completely, presumably at least in part because right afterwards, the man on the ground started talking, taking up all attention. The confused and exhausted man was trying to convince them to leave him be. That wasn't an option, and apparently the boy with the weird creature thought the same. He barely got more than two sentences out, however, before he was interrupted. Another man, this one looking a lot more... capable than the two she had been dealing with so far, had walked up and introduced himself as Ser Aymeric de Borel, Lord Commander of the Temple Knights of Ishgard. At last, someone with a sense of decency in this world. And he seemed to be a noble of some sort. Despite the fact that this man was a complete stranger, and that he was just as lost as everyone here, this man's presence was somewhat comforting to Mòrag. He reminded her a bit of Lord Niall - even the man's attire was very similar to Niall's, aside from Aymericl's armor having a lot more flashy decorations. It'd be a rare sight for an Ardainian noble to wear such an ornate outfit. The abrasive boy told Aymeric to wait - his complete lack of respect for authoritative figures was impressive, in a way - and continued to get the pink-haired man into one of the boats. By force. He also told Aymeric to enter a boat, sent his little creature - which he called Weavile - to operate it, and explained how the boats worked. He still hadn't mentioned his name. She turned towards Aymeric. "Ser de Borel, was it? I'm Mòrag Ladair, Special Inquisitor of Mor Ardain, and this lady here is my blade, Brighid. I think I speak for the both of us when I say I look forward to working with you." "Indeed, lady Mòrag.", Brighid affirms, before directing her attention back to Aymeric. "It's an honor to meet you, sir.", she then says, before making a small, but very graceful bow to the Lord Commander in front of her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ryo Howard | Sector 1 - The Ancient Ruins (Midsection) Ryo had been wandering this place for a couple hours now. He had suddenly ended up stranded in this foreign world, lost contact with Neuron HQ - rendering his IRIS completely useless - and for some reason his Legatus was malfunctioning and he could only summon his Sword legion. At least nothing had happened to the X-Baton, and most importantly, he was still alive and healthy. It seems Jin was right, though: Ryo had somewhat forgotten how he ever cracked cases without his IRIS. This would really take some getting used to. Ryo did manage Sadly he couldn't generate a map of the area so he could always relocate it. His thoughts suddenly got interrupted by voices in the distance. Cautiously, he pulled his Legatus from its cradle, attached it to his left glove and called for the Sword Legion. A core sprang forth from the Legatus and in a flash the Legion formed around it, and a glowing blue chain extended from the Legatus to the Legion's neck, acting as a sort of leash. The Sword Legion, invisible to normal people, moved in closer to the people, roughly 30 ft. ahead of the young Legionis. The pair then began to slowly get nearer, trying to remain hidden between the walls and the trees, until the Legion got close enough to hear what the people were saying. "-because I really need to get back to New York and my aunt‘s gonna kill me if I’m late for dinner again. I have a science experiment I need to work on, and I gotta study for midterms again because of the Blip and— So anyway, I really have to get home. If anyone knows where we are, that would be great, then I can just get on my way.” Get back to New York? Did he hear that right? Anyway, they seemed friendly enough. Ryo dismissed his Sword Legion, put the Legatus back in the cradle, and calmly approached the group. "Hello there! Sorry if I'm startling you. I'm Ryo Howard. I overheard you guys talking so I thought I'd say hi. Honestly, I'm relieved to see some friendly faces here. I ended up around here some hours ago and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. To top that off, a lot of my stuff isn't working properly. Really need to get back to the Ark, too. Got my job as a Neuron officer to do and can't even contact HQ with my IRIS since I got here... does any of you have any idea what's going on?"
  4. Mòrag & Brighid | Sector 2 - Burning Lands (Dock) Unsurprisingly, the man on the ground did not show any immediate reaction to Mòrag's question. The other person, however, did reply. But the answer made her realize that the situation she found herself in was much more peculiar - and more dire - than she had thought until now. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with a blank expression. "I'm sorry, but honestly I don't know what this place is either. I asked someone in that village over there," the man gestured towards a village that for some reason was located in the middle of this burning hot liquid, "and they said this is a planet called Mul'tillenaya. That's it. Nobody bothered to tell me anything else." He had no idea what they were talking about? Did that mean he had never heard of Gormott and Mor Ardain? And the locals said this planet is called Mul'tillenaya? He had to ask the locals the name of this planet? "Brighid, I don't think we're on Alrest anymore. And I don't think these people are from this world either. A foreign power of some kind must have dragged us here... but how? And why?" "I was thinking the same thing. And since we're not on Alrest anymore..." Brighid replied, as it dawned on her what Mòrag must be going through right now. "We can't get back to lord Niall anytime soon." Mòrag finished the sentence, before sighing deeply in a sense of powerlessness. "The man will manage. He is wiser than he gives himself credit for, and he still has Aegeon by his side to aid him." Deep down she knew those words were true, but still, she couldn't help but worry. The other man, who had been lying on the ground quietly this whole time, seemed to finally try to stand up. He struggled, but managed on his own. As the man got a better look at his surroundings, he immediately panicked, ran his back into a wall and started shouting. "You! You all brought me here, didn't you?" The man seemed genuinely terrified. Mòrag was aware others often percieved her presence as intimidating, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced. There must be some other reason for his outrageous fear. "Y-You're all Stand users, aren't you? What do you even want from me? I didn't do anything!" Stand users? Mòrag's curiosity was piqued, but her questions could wait. Top priority right now was to calm down this frightened man. The red-haired guy attempted to settle things before Mòrag got a chance to talk. "First of all, I have no clue what a Stand is, unless you mean like a night table or something. Second, I really don't care what you did, but can you please stop yelling? Nobody's planning on beating you with a stick, man. I just found you here. Everyone here is confused, there's a village over there, how about we go there and get some answers before pinning accusations, Not-Petrel." His choice of words was... somewhat abrasive. But he meant well and got his point across and that, at least, was admirable. The man then walked over to one of the boats in the hot liquid and offered to take everyone to the village. "Very well. I would appreciate the opporunity to talk with people more knowledgeable about this world." She then directed her attention back towards the other man, who still didn't seem entirely comforted. "Please, come with. We don't mean you any harm, I promise." Mòrag got in the boat, Brighid following closely. "It seems we are going to stick together for a while. I think proper introductions are in order. I am Mòrag Ladair, Special Inquisitor of Mor Ardain. Although it seems that does not mean much here." "I'm Brighid. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
  5. Mòrag & Brighid | Sector 2 - Burning Lands "I shall take my leave now, lord Niall. If you have need for me while I'm gone, you can always send for me" Mòrag was offering her formal goodbyes to lord Niall, afore heading towards Hardhaigh Dock and taking a titan ship to Torigoth Relay Base. "I don't think that will be necessary, lady Mòrag. You won't be gone for very long, after all. Make sure you stay safe out there." "Very well, I shall make sure I return safely. For now I bid you farewell." With that Mòrag turned away, Brighid following along, headed towards Torigoth, until... Mòrag and Brighid passed through the door, but instead having entered the titan ship, they suddenly found themselves in a very hot and dry place. "Brighid." "Yes, lady Mòrag?" "What happened?" "I do not know, lady Mòrag. After entering the ship, we suddenly ended up here... I noticed a change in the ether, but it was nothing I could recognize." "I see." Mòrag and Brighid looked around, taking in the new environment. This was nothing like anything they had ever seen. This land was more barren than the Chansagh Wastes, and the heat was much worse. Were they... stranded on an undiscovered titan? It certainly was nothing like any titan Mòrag had ever seen on the countless maps she'd laid eyes on. To think that a titan this big had lived undiscovered all this time, it was an exciting discovery. Less encouraging, however, was the realisation that they were now stranded on a titan nobody knew existed, without any means of navigation, not to mention means to traverse the cloud sea and get back to Mor Ardain - Mòrag had already given up on making it in time for her task in Torigoth. She hoped her subordinates would be capable enough to deal with it in her place. "Oi." A voice, but from where... "Oi." Again. This time Brighid managed to pick up where it came from. "I think we should investigate, wouldn't you agree?" "Certainly, if there are others here, they might be able to tell us where we are." It turns out they were not that far away. Two young men and some weird creature. It had some sort of crystal embedded in its forehead, but it didn't seem like it could be a core crystal... or could it? "Anyone in there?" The standing man asked the one lying on the ground. It seems he was trying to this other man's attention. Mòrag approached. "Greetings, gentlemen. Would any of you be able to tell us what titan we are on right now?" "We somehow stranded here on our way from Mor Ardain to Gormott. We would like to make our way back to either as quickly as possible. Any help would be appreciated."
  6. Dagny was just about to respond to Asher's last remark, when suddenly BOOM!!!!! Dagny was schocked. He first day in town and it was getting weirder by the minute. "I- is that normal?" She asked Asher, with a worried look on her face. ~~~~~~ The explosion had startled Fotein. Let this not be what I think. Don't let this happen again. Not so soon. Not... not here. She wanted to ask the shopkeeper if there was a place where she could be alone for the time being. Alas, it seems she was the only one left in this room right now. That worked for her. The flowers were comforting, that's for sure. ~~~~~~ People were gathering behind the car. Good. Less good was that they were already getting close. Time to start things up. Teri activated the speakers and the voice morpher. He picked the voice that sounded most like Poppy's - still not really close to Poppy's actual voice, but that was beside the point. He started the engine and began to talk. "Halt! There is someone heading out on the other side of town, who has been here and will spread word about you all. If you chase him now, you may be able to stop him. If you succeed to take him out, I will let this nymph live. And no funny tricks, or she's done with no matter what happens with the aforementioned person. I hope you make a wise decision." He then hit the gas and drove away, quickly disappearing into the woods.
  7. "I really don't want to burden you. I'm already thankful for you letting me stay here." Fotein said to the man, as he offered to bring her a seat. It seemed her protests were futile, though, as a dog came and brought her a stool. "Wow, your dog must be very clever", she said, kneeling down to pat the dog a bit. "And so stunning." And now that there was a stool ready to be sat on, it would be rude to not use it, so she took place on the seat. "Thanks, you're very kind. May the Lord bless you." She decided to politely wait until the man was finished helping the customer, patting the dog a little more while enjoying the flowers all around her. What a lovely welcome to a new town. ~~~~~~ Just what he had feared. The crew took to action immediately. Bryan had to call for backup. Taking out his own phone, he noticed the darn brick had no signal here. He flew far out of town, as far as he had to to get a message out. ~~~~~~ Seeing what meal he had actually ordered, he was quite disappointed. He ate it, hesitantly, but if this was the most expensive thing on the menu, he'd never be eating here again. Better get this done quickly. He walked out of the diner and went back to his car. He had to plan accordingly. This was more than he had bargained for. An entire town full of supernaturals. This was a problem for his main goal. Luckily he could count on Poppy to cause a scene and draw some attention soon. He got a text. Someone who had been seen travelling with the amateurs was now leaving the town. He had to improvise; this person could not spread word of this town. There already were too many people here. The creature was flying and had a head start, so he couldn't go chase them. By himself. He went back to town, entered an alley, drugged the first person he found (some sort of weak nymph, it seemed, all dressed in green), dragged her to the car and tied her up. He then pushed a button. Time to draw some attention himself. BOOM!!!!! A loud bang erupted from the speakers of his car. People would certainly come, and his newly devised plan could unfold. Before they had arrived, though, he quickly tied some explosives to the nymph and stepped in the car.
  8. "Oh, uhm. My apologies," Fotein said, "Your flowers our lovely, but I'm afraid I haven't any money on me. I'm new here and wanted to get to know the town, but it's raining and this place seemed nice, so I hope I can shelter from the rain here. Would you be so kind to let me?" She really hoped she could stay here until the rain was over. It was a really sweet place and the flowers were beautiful. The lady that had just walked in smelled of smoke, which was a bit disappointing, but if she just moved to the other end of the room, the aroma of the flowers would be stronger than the smell of smoke. She stayed there and enjoyed the view and scent. ~~~~~~ Thor? What is even going on?! Oh. It's a cat. One of the cats started affectionately rubbing her leg. She kneeled down and pat her. "She looks beautiful..." she said, half to herself, when Asher told her more about the cats. Odin?! ... another cat. Of course. "Hmm, Odin One-Eye. I see what you did there. But I think it'd be better if I'd stay in the church, then." That she'd ever willingly decide to enter a church. Could this day get any weirder? "But I'd prefer it to not look like a church, if that's an option." She could use runes to cover it up with a glamour... if she knew how to. ~~~~~~ ((Edits for Bryan and Teri soon))
  9. Scandinavian in itself isn't a language. Swedish, Norwegian, Danish and Finnish are. The ancient variant (earliest recorded use in the 2nd century) is called Old Nordic which was followed up by Old Norse in the 8th century. And in my post for Fotein I assumed that Joseph and Raven went to a different room for the tea, as I wouldn't expect a mini kitchen in the middle of a flower store. If they're still in the store then I can edit that in.
  10. "More jobs, yes. But in those six months they wouldn't have gotten half my weekly earnings. Pheh. And I'm not a man of the streets anymore. I'm rich and I'm not afraid to show it." Teri was amused with Poppy's futile attempts to mock him. He had built up resistant to such sneers even before he got his current employment; back when he used to be a proffesional MMA fighter. On boring nights when he truly had nothing to do, he would laugh at the conspiracy theories about his sudden disappearing. "I was sent to find out the root of the mentions of weird activity around this broad area. The 'bigfoot sighting' really put me on the right track, and when some amateurs had a bit of luck in finding the origin of that story and went out on their own investigation, we've been able to track their movement and determine their destination. The base notified me of it and told me to go here. So, thinking about it, you still only have your one target here. The rest...", Teri said, turning away from Poppy and walking to town, "are for me now. And just so you know, those amateurs will probably be here by now." He casually waved backwards as he looked for a diner. He found one. He went inside, walked to the bar and pulled out one of his credit cards. "Give me the most expensive meal you have." In the meanwhile, he looked around to observe the kinds of creatures that were here. None that he recognized so far, but he was convinced that at least one would come. Otherwise, Poppy wouldn't have been here. ~~~~~~ Dagny looked across the hall, struck with awe. This collection of ancient weaponry and other artifacts was beyond impressive. Swords, shields, maces, hammers, spears, pikes, javelins, axes, armor, helmets... and though she didn't recognize most of it, she did notice all the items of Nordic origin were placed in their own section. Asheron then mentioned that he... couldn't enter the house of someone under the protection of a deity. And that she shouldn't be practicing magic indoors. "Uhm... how exactly does that work? Say, theoretically speaking, if I'd communicate with a deity, who is dead but not quite, on a regular basis. But I don't exactly worship them. Would that be a problem?" She'd rather live in that church than have to move outdoors to communicate with Odin. And she feared Odin wouldn't care about this part undead part demon part whatever and just speak to her anyway, even if she was indoors. And this man had just given her the opportunity of her lifetime, so she didn't really want to be a nuisance to him. ~~~~~~ Fotein was just done cleaning the pews. Walking over to the pastor, he signaled her that she was done for today. She took the opportunity to explore the rest of the town a bit. It was raining a bit, though, which was a bummer. She quickly managed to find a flower store that seemed nice to her. She didn't have any money on her right now, but it provided shelter and she'd be surrounded by pretty flowers, and perhaps some nice people. As she walked in, she noticed that the store was empty. "Helloo? Is anyone there?"
  11. The drive had been a rough one. Looking at the route he noticed a shortcut through the woods. He had brought a car that was good for driving offroad, rather than one of his twelve fancy cars, and it would work perfectly. He sat down behind the steering wheel, started his car first try, turned on the navigation device and started driving. By going straight towards his target instead of taking the normal road, he saved more than three quarters of the driving time. This car was designed for drives like this. Through the forest, 'accidentally' driving over some animals on the way. He was glad the car was sealed shut. He couldn't have bore any dirt spats on the white suit he was wearing. It was more expensive than half of his cars. Combined. He then noticed something... peculiar. A weird run of smoke crawled over the ground. "Heh. Didn't expect to be finding you here.", he murmured to himself. He had reached the edge of town. He parked his car by the largest tree he could see and got out, taking his suitcase with him. He positioned himself at the edge of the woods. He was curious how that chick was doing lately. Patiently he waited, leaning his hand to the tree. When he saw the cloud of smoke approaching in the distance, he calmly took a steady stance, moved his right hand to under his white suit, took out a gun and shot at the smoke, then walked towards it.. "Well, well." He said, walking towards her. "If that isn't Poppy. Recognize me? The good old Teri? Funny how we ended up in the same spot. Guess I'm on the right track, then. Heh. Bet that your target must be around too, then? Still the same job? How cute. I've completed ten jobs in the past six months. And that without any special powers." ~~~~~~ This was bad. Bryan's attempts to sabotage those amateurs and let them tumble off the road had failed. He could not allow any word of the town being made public. He had to act quickly now. He followed the crew as stealthily as he could. into town, into the motel, into their room. He saw someone using their mobile phone. A threat. He waited until he had put the phone away - the man put it back in his pocket, minor complication - and got into conversation with the rest of the crew. Bryan took the phone without notice. And the car keys, now he had the chance. Staying longer might be too risky, so he left again, for now, to his own room in the motel. He had caused a delay on their schemes. Taking the risk to do even more today would be unnecessary. He would wait for the next opportunity. ~~~~~~ When Dagny stepped in the car, she was already curious to see what this man's house looked like. She had various ideas of what it could be, but none even got close to... this. What... what was this? Was the mansion behind it? It had to be, right? Huh- no? This was it? A- alright. "How can someone live here..." she mumbled to herself, before she heard that Asher was mumbling to himself, too. He then spoke to her, telling her his species and explaining that his house was... not as scary as it looked. She started to worry a little, but if he would try anything, she'd have the element of surprise. After all, Asheron couldn't know what she could do, right? Then again, she had made several bad guesses today, so it didn't put her at ease much. She still agreed to follow the... quite weird hybrid into the mansion. "I really do hope it looks better on the inside than on the outside", she said. Otherwise I can always sleep in the forest. ((Will edit Fotein in later))
  12. Dagny looked at the black card confused. She had never seen anything like it. Given that Asher had taken it out after stating that he forgot to take cash with him, she assumed it was something he could use to pay. Was this what people called a "credit card"? It sure looked like something fancy people would use, like the man in the fancy white suit with a black suitcase she had seen on her way to Goodneighbor, in one of the towns nearby it. That was more the type of man she'd associate with those "credit cards". Black tie, white hat, shiny sunglasses. Quite a lame sight, compared to a father slaying a bear with nothing but a fur coat and a makeshift spear, but it had something peculiar to it. Thinking back on it, that man was even the first person she'd heard mention the word. "Can i also pay with my credit card?", he had asked. At a newspaper store. Dagny had been surprised that the answer had been yes. "Uhm... This might be a stupid question, but... What is that card?", Dagny asked Asher. She had almost finished her milk and was halfway through her sandwich. "Can you... pay with it?" ~~~~~~ Sometimes he just got that urge. At times when everything seemed to go against him. When nothing he tried work out and he felt like he might as well punch a hole through the wall out of frustration. Cocaine. He got the urge to fall back on cocaine. But he couldn't. He had to stay sharp. He couldn't ruin the Mission. Not now he had the feeling that he was getting real close. He grabbed back to the newspaper he had bought last week. That was also the day the last Event had occured. He took off his white fedora and hung it up on the coat rack, combed his hair back into model with his hand and read: Bigfoot. Is he among us? He had read this article so many times he almost knew it by heart. That article was the very reason he had bought the newspaper, in fact. He sat down on his chair, turned off the room lamp, instead turned on a small lamp by the side of his desk and started thinking. Why hasn't there been any continuation of this yet? Why is it so vague? Why can't I find more information? The picture is real, that's obvious. Not knowing what to do, he put his hat back on, went to the local store and bought a newspaper. No useful information, aside from the fact that yet another day would pass without many progress. He then got a phone call. "Yes? Mhmm. Interesting. And where are they headed? Never heard of that. It's that close? I'll take my leave now." It seems he would be heading for Goodneighbor, just two hours driving from here.
  13. While Asheron was talking, the waitress had given her the sandwich and milk. She took a bite of the sandwich while listeninig to the partially undead man explaining what her new residence would look like. She finished her bite before she responded. "I don't think I'm going to need anything out of the ordinary.", she replied. "Although a pen and a notebook could come in handy." She had always wanted something to write stuff down. Not all the runes Odin had taught her to use were from the Elder Futhark - which she could already read prior to Odin's lessons - and she had a hard time remembering some of them, like Iar, Yr, or Ea. If she could sketch them, it would help a lot. "I'd like to take some notes if I notice something interesting, you see." She said, not entirely untruthfully.
  14. A Draugr. That sounded more familiar. She remembered Odin telling her the Draugr were some sort of undead. She didn't notice the obnoxious smell that was supposed to come from them, though. Then again he had said he was only part Draugr, so perhaps he had the luck of not bearing the smell. He then went off to explain his job and remarked there probably wasn't any goat milk. "Cow milk is fine", she replied. "And thanks for the offer! I would love to help you with that! It's perfect!" It really was perfect. If she was ever unsure of something, she could ask Odin for help, and that would be the perfect opportunity for him to teach her all about the runes. "Truly perfect. And it wouldn't be too bad to have a place to stay, either. I can assure you that, though I may not look the part, I am highly capable of deciphering runes and determining the purpose of artifacts. Trust me, you'll see."
  15. That's perfectly fine! Although, really, all you need to know about Dagny's magical rune usage can be found in the doc I linked in her sheet.
  16. "ancient Greek, Latin, Nordic and Hebrew" are four languages, not five. You could add something like Egyptian if you wanted five? EDIT: I forgot to explicitly mention that the runes from Runemarks/Runelight, though largely based on Nordic runes, it doesn't match 100%. It's a mix of Elder and Younger Futhark without much logic. EDIT 2: I guess Odin will just teach her both Elder and Younger Futhark and tell her which of the runes are linked to her powers and what they represent in that context.
  17. 45 minutes to an hour walking or driving? Makes a big difference
  18. Just so I can get things straight, in the Norse myths, Fenrir killed Thor and Odin during Ragnarok (not to be confused with the Marvel movie Thor: Ragnarok), and Odin never really adopted Loki. However, in Runemarks/Runelight, the books I based Dagny's powers on (rune usage, runemark, Odin being an oracle, power of a name), Odin was killed by Mirmir during the start of Ragnarok, but it was ended prematurely and nothing else really happened. Mirmir killed him by persuading some boy to read Odin's divine names aloud. Odin did survive as an oracle. A little while later, Ragnarok did really happen, and all of the main Norse gods - except Loki - were killed by Surt the Destroyer and their powers and roles were then passed on to other people - Thor was resurrected in a farmhand boy. Fenrir had relatively little to do with any of it. So my point is, if we want consistency within Dagny's origin, we should use Runemarks/Runelight lore (which is mainly a straight copy of Norse mythology up until the leadup towards Ragnarok where everything is different and references towards Christianity also come in and the two are fused. A part of the plotline is based on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, except it's Three Horsemen and the horses are Sleipnir, Jormungand and Epona, two of which are children of Loki, but the third one isn't even from Norse mythology, not to mention she's actually humanoid and not a giant cloud horse as is suggested in Runelight (though Epona is often depicted with horses by her side). Jormungand can shapeshift, so that's not much of a porblem.) The division of gods into categories is also not exactly accurate in Runemarks/Runelight. BUT, it would be fun to follow Norse mythology and say that it was Fenrir who killed Thor and Odin so we can get some quite interesting interactions going on
  19. Fotein looked up when she heard someone talking in the door opening. The girl wanted to ask some questions. She wouldn't be able to answer any of them, nor was she in a position to. The pastor would be the one to help this visitor. Before the girl walked any further, though, she mentioned an important visitor. She sounded quite urgent. Shooting another glance, Fotein saw a beautiful woman enter the church. She couldn't quite see why this woman was so special, though. The fair lady then spoke to the pastor, using his name. Did they know each other? It sure seemed like that, but it wasn't any of her business. The lady sat down to rest on one of the pews Fotein had already cleaned. The pastor seemed to allow it, so she let her be and continued cleaning the benches. ~~~~~~ A job... then what should she do? She had no idea. This Asheron person then mentioned the rune on her throat. She mildly panicked. Seeing through the glamour was one thing, but how could he ever know that- oh. He thought it was a tattoo or something. But... what were Japanese characters? And what was Transylvania? It sounded vaguely familiar. Perhaps it had once crossed in one of Odin's storied, but she couldn't recall any of it. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have no clue what you're talking about... but yes. This is a Nordic rune. Thúris. It stands for victory, furthermore. I wear it with pride, as it represents my Nordic heritage. Where I come from, people still hold on to the old Nordic traditions. I got to know the culture of this area on my way here, for the most part, I think, but I still cherish the things that tie me to my Nordic roots, like this rune, or my surname. According to Nordic tradition, your surname is derived from your father's first name. My father was called Brinjar, so my last name is Brinjardottir." Telling him her full name was dangerous, she knew. Odin had taught her numerous times that there was power in a name. However, this was only one of her names. She already had quite some others, like Weirdo, Loner, or Outcast, to name some of the milder ones. So she was safe. And as if this person even knew how to use the power behind names. "Ah, right. A drink. Uhm, I'd like some milk. Goat milk, if you have any." ((For clarification, Fotein genetically is 100% human, so I assumed the glamours would affect her.))
  20. As Dagny entered the building, the first thing she noticed was a woman looking at her, seemingly displeased, murmuring something and leaving. Dagny couldn't read lips, so she didn't know what the woman had whispered to the man in front of her, but it did get her curious. She was then first approached by the waitress and after that quickly called to by a man at the counter, making a remark about the coins. But... how? How did he know? "Why, thank you!" She said to the man, while walking over to the man and sliding her hand into her pocket, dropping the coins there to fade into thin air in a few hours. "I'd like a sandwich with ham and cheese, if that isn't a problem." Part of her wanted to use bjarkán to see what this man actually was, that he could so easily see that her coins were counterfeit, but she didn't want to make herself suspicious by using runes in such a busy café. Even though it didn't really look special in any way - all she had to do was bend her fingers in a certain way and look through them, there wasn't even any light coming off or anything - she would look incredibly stupid to anyone who didn't have any clue about what she was doing. So she decided to let it slide. "I didn't know about the coins. I've just arrived here, so I didn't know. I used them a lot on my way here, so I thought it wouldn't be a problem. Thanks for letting me know." She said to the man who offered to pay for her. He had used a roundabout way of letting her know he noticed the glamour, so she played a fool and prenteded to not get the hint. "I'm Dagny, by the way. What's your name?" ((On a side note, Odin and Thor were both killed by Fenrir during Ragnarok, according to Norse mythology. Also, Fenrir is the son of Loki, and Thor and Loki consider themselves blood brothers, so that counts for something. Thor and Loki are actually not related by blood. Thor is Odin's son, while Loki was found as a baby by Odin - after Odin had killed Loki's giant father. Odin never really adopted Loki.))
  21. Fotein had just arrived in Goodneighbor. Her hopes for this place were high. For the first time since her teens, she thought to have found a place where she'd be able to stay for the rest of her life. The first thing she looked for was a church, and she was glad to find one. Most pastors were good people. It seemed like a good idea to go there first. After all, she knew nothing of this place. At least churches were familiar to her. Approaching the door, she noticed it was open. As she entered the building, one man was in there, lighting a candle. "Hello, my sweet lady. What brings you here at this time of day?" The man kindly asked. "Oh, uhm..." Fotein mumbled, surprised, though comforted, by the spontaneous greetings. "I have just arrived in this town, wishing to live my life in peace here. I hope you do not mind my presence." "But of course not!" the man responded. "The house of God is open to any who seek refuge. You can stay here as long as need be." "Thank you sincerely", Fotein said to the man. "Your gesture of kindness is deeply appreciated." "I merely fulfill my Christian duty. That is no cause to thank me for." The man then noticed a faint glow coming from the lady... confirming his suspicion that she had come here because she truly had no other place on earth to go to. Not for who she was, but for what she was. Further details he knew not, nor did he care. It was the lady's right to tell if and when she wanted to. "Would you mind to tell me your name?", the man asked the lady. "No, of course not. The name's Fotein. Fotein Psychi." "Ah, Fotein Psychi. Bright soul. Such a lovely name, and fitting, too. Warmest of welcomes to your new residence for the time being. I am the pastor of this place. I vow to help you find a place to call your own in this town. Until then, you can spend the night here." The pastor then showed Fotein to the room she would stay in. It was charming in a minimalistic way. No luxuries, but Fotein didn't care for those anyway. Everything she needed was there: a bed, a table with a wooden chair, a sideboard with a furnace and a crane, a shower, a closet for her clothes and a toilet. "Thank you very much for letting me stay here." Fotein said. "In return, I will serve as an acolyte as long as I stay here." "Well, there is no need for- "I insist." "... very well. As soon as you're ready, you can start cleaning the pews. I couldn't find time for that since Sunday two weeks ago. In respect of God, I would prefer them to be cleaned before it gets bad. I would appreciate it if you would fulfill that task, so that I can continue my regular business." "I will." Fotein said, compliant. She followed the pastor to the broom closet. There she took the dustpan and tin and started cleaning the pews. So far the town had not disappointed her in the slightest. ~~~~~~ Dagny was wandering through the forest, feeling lost. With a bit of luck, and a lot of advice from Odin, she was able to effectively use logr as a sort of compass, allowing her to navigate properly. But she hadn't been sure if she could recreate it, so she kept it active for days on end, until she was completely worn out from not sleeping. She dispelled the rune that was levitating above her hand, but not before drawing a copy of it in the ground, pointing the same direction, so she'd at least know where to start walking to when she woke up. The next morning (or was it afternoon?), Dagny woke up, starting to walk in the direction the rune she had drawn on the ground was pointing. She had tried to use logr as a compass several times again, but she had failed miserably. She just kept walking straight ahead. She was getting hungry. It didn't take long before she heard some rustling in the bushes. She tried to get a view of the source of the sound. It was a man. Or at least, looked like a man. Given where she was headed, and how long she had been on her way, she couldn't help but have her suspicions. She formed bjarkán with her fingers. The rune of truesight, the first rune odin had taught her to use. And the only one she had really gotten the hang of so far - in this specific way of using it, that is. She looked through her fingers forming the rune towards the man. This was no human. It was some sort of demon. "He's an incubus." Dagny heard a voice in her head say. Odin, she knew. "A creature that feeds on affection of others. For regular humans, infatuation can be lethal, but as a descendant from the gods, you shouldn't have to worry much. Now, can you also see his name through the rune?" Name... she hadn't even tried looking for that yet. "I think... Friday? Sidewalk? Slideway?" "Hmm. Impressive, you're improving. That's very close." "So what is it." "Ohohoh. It wouldn't be fun if I told you that, now would it? You gotta find out for yourself." "Ugh, fine." She knew that Odin couldn't be reasoned with if he acted like that. Sometimes she wondered if he actually cared about helping her, or if he was just amusing himself. Either way, his tips did help her. A lot. So she just let him have his fun. And he probably knew that. Dagny saw no reason to approach the man. He might not be the most dangerous type of demon, but he was still a demon. And in all the stories Odin had told her so far, no demon had ever done a good thing to anyone, and many had done bad things. So she waited until the incubus, whom she started to mentally call Friday, since it was the least ridiculous of the names she had considered, had gone out of sight. Walking just a bit further, she reached the edge of town. So there it was. Goodneighbor. She used fé to create some gold coins in her hand and entered a restaurant. Finally time for some food. The coins were just a glamour, but the waitress couldn't possibly know, right?
  22. I second the issue with the image. And hey padfoot! It's good to have you back!
  23. Though his parents had shown a somewhat surprising amount of understanding, August hadn't spoken with any other family members or any of his friends since his suspension. It hadn't crossed his mind before, but he now started to worry for how they'd react. All the more reason to get back in school as soon as possible, so he could explain his friends exactly what happened. What Avery continued to say made sense to August. He was aware that the world could be cruel if you're different. Even something as simple as actually liking school was enough for some people to bully him, so he had no trouble believing that there were people out there who would react to Gifted as extremely as Avery had mentioned. But still... "That sounds difficult. I've had my fair share of beatings in the past, believe me, but I don't really see the difference still. So I guess I'm going to need your help."
  24. Alright, that's perfect for Fotein! And Dagny will sooner or later have to get used to the fact that religious people can be kind... heh.