✖ 002, S.O.S.

[amant]

[Greetings, Asgard! Your bonafide Bonnefoy seems to be well and situated in Freya by now, which is a good thing. His greeting, however, is mildly er, nonexistent and he sounds almost up to his eyeballs in unsures.] 

I have ah-- [he pauses, looking at something off-screen rather critically; those fine features and MANLY STUBBLE crinkling in distaste as if he just imagined his mother naked and frolicking with Rome... Which he'd had the misfortune of seeing once, actually--] Now, mes amis! I am not a judgmental man. [He just lies like a rug]

Mais-- Well, I could not help but notice the overwhelming amount of English that have been brought as fellow Traveler to Asgard.

[The hidden, or not so hidden message is I am DROWNING in the ENGLISH. Send help. ]

I am just wondering if there is a reason for this favoritism, hm? Why not say-- the French? If they wanted their city to be colorful again my culture is much more familiar with the expression. No offense, hm? Consider it a case of being homesick...

[He smiles, disarmingly, perhaps, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes before flicking the transmission off. WAY TO LITERALLY OFFEND HALF OF ASGARD, FRANCIS.]

Comments

[amant]

Many of the Scandinavians, actually. England, Denmark... a handful of others, actually. It's quite odd.

[histories]

Ah... I see! I must not have been paying much attention! [hmm, wait, isn't she forgetting something... She vaguely remembers meeting Turkey prior to this, but it does seem like he hasn't been seen in a long while.]

[amant]

Oh, well I am certain there are more important matters than keeping track of everyone that comes to Asgard.

[Crazy ones that say they're COUNTRIES... yeah.]

[histories]

Yes, indeed.

[she kind of figured it might be true, though, considering how it's a whole group of them. (unless of course all of them came from the same asylum or something in the first place)]

[amant]

[He... probably would not defend it as anything BUT an asylum sometimes.]

Perhaps you could enlighten me on the distractions, yes?

[histories]

To start with, there are those certain competitions that are held from time to time. Then there are attacks from outside the city... Such as a dragon and some ice fairies, from time to time.

[amant]

[huff] From time to time? [Well then...] I made it in time for the ice fae, however, I missed the dragons. Just my luck. What next? Ogres?

[histories]

Yes. If we consider the interval between the dragon and fae, a possible next attack might be on us soon enough.

And it might just be possible, but I'm sure neither of us would be so eager to find out at all.

[amant]

It would never be enough to just let us live. I do not understand this place but I liked it when the things that made themselves my enemy were less supernatural.

[histories]

Well... I get that feeling that the gods might just be unable to do something about it, and that they would if they could... but that's just my opinion.

In any case, at least we are given similarly supernatural powers to fend against these enemies?

[amant]

Ma chere, I was a charming man before my unintentional stay here in Asgard. It-- well, while being able to convince people to be calm and an ally is good, it is not the same as setting things on fire with one's mind.

[Teasing grin.]

[histories]

Of course, of course.