Hey, Asgard! This is just a heads up that if you ordered weapons when Gippal and I made that post advertising Blonde Bombshells, they're done! For those of you who missed that, Blonde Bombshells is a weapons shop my boyfriend and I run in Heimdall district. We make almost anything at reasonable prices, including grenades and guns!

Hello to all the new arrivals, I’m Laurent.

A friend of mine suggested that I could help those who still need to learn Power Lending to train their new abilities. I have power over plants, and it’s easy to see if the power lending is working properly or not. If you want to try it, you can reply here or find me at Sigyn’s house.

I would also like to talk with someone from Hel’s House; I’m interested in those with the power of body control.

[Edit > ic 5 minutes later.]
Not you, Kaz.

Thank you all.

[locked to Rider- very easily hackable.]

Miss Rider, I have your clothes.

[When the camera turns on, one might be taken aback...hey, isn't this the same guy who just posted on the network a while ago, making popular culture references and speaking about being in Hel house? What's odd, though, is that he doesn't have those scars on his face anymore...if this is a different person, though, he looks exactly like the previous one, right down to those piercing blue eyes and calm voice.]

Some of you might be wondering why I'm making a post on the network again so quickly. You have undoubtedly already talked to me, haven't you? Some of you may already know what I am.

[A slight sigh.] Well...I want to say, that that man who made the post before and I are two different people.

[He lets that sink in, knowing that it will be hard for people to believe him at first, considering that, not only does he look like the King of Darkness, but also sounds like him and even acts like him, to a certain extent.]

My name is Jacob. And that man who looks like me...he's Lucifer. If you do not know who Lucifer is due to the fact you have no concept of him in your world, let me just say that Lucifer is another name for the Devil. As in, the personficiation of evil as well as the ruler of the Underworld and, in some cases, all the souls of the dead.

Basically...Lucifer is not good in the usual sense. Be careful before talking to him. He may be friendly and nice and charming...but never let your guard down. He is a being who does not associate with human beings in a good way, from what I've heard.

[He realizes, ironically, that some of what he just said fits him as well. He glances away from the camera, slightly frowning.]

I realize my presence will make it hard to tell which one of us is which, especially if he finds a way to cure his scars...so, if you choose to avoid me because of him, then I'll be fine with it. I understand. It might even be for the best, considering we look so similar.

[A saddened pause- Jacob does love people, so saying that they should avoid him hurts just a bit.] It's a sacrifice I'm willing to take if it means that you all will stay out of harm's way.

And please, don't try to think you're better than he is and try to act like you're the better one here. He is more powerful than you know.

[And he just gives a nod before switching on the filter.]

[Filtered to the Lucifer who knows Sam Winchester and Castiel]

[Jacob's tone is as calm as ever as he speaks, his smile back again as if it never left.]

If it isn't a bother, after you've moved in, you wouldn't mind talking over a cup of tea in one of the districts?

Just to politely get to know each other, of course.

[/end filter]

GODS OF ASGARD.

WHILE I AM FLATTERED TO HAVE BEEN RECRUITED FOR WHAT SEEMS A MOST NOBLE CAUSE, I MUST INSIST THAT I BE RELEASED IMMEDIATELY AND ALLOWED TO RETURN TO THE BUSINESS I HAD BEEN CONDUCTING PREVIOUSLY. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE MY ENERGY BE FOCUSED ON MY OWN AFFAIRS AT THIS TIME. IF ALLOWED TO LEAVE PEACEFULLY, I WILL GLADLY CONSIDER RETURNING TO OFFER MY ASSISTANCE AT A LATER DATE. HOWEVER, FORCE WILL BE USED IF NECESSARY.

PLEASE MAKE HASTE WITH YOUR RESPONSE(S). IT IS URGENT.

[Added later, after this conversation:]


'NOTE: GODS OF ASGARD.

'IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING WHAT IT WAS I WAS HOPING TO ACCOMPLISH BEFORE BEING BROUGHT HERE, I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT I WAS IN THE MIDST OF SEARCHING FOR MY SON, JOHN EGBERT. THOUGH I DO PLAN TO SEARCH YOUR CITY THOROUGHLY FOR HIM BEFORE DEPARTING, IN THE EVENT THAT I AM NOT SUCCESSFUL I SHOULD LIKE TO BE RETURNED TO THE PLACE FROM WHICH YOU BROUGHT ME IN ORDER TO CONTINUE MY SEARCH FOR HIM.'

Huh. So it seems that these self-proclaimed “Gods” have dragged more people to fix this doomed city. Very well, since it’s considered polite to do so I shall send my greetings to you all. ^Hmph. At the very least those pesky fairies have been dealt with. [ it’s okay ririchiyo, you beat most of them up anyway with both your haughtiness and refusal to back down. ] I think I may have got a frostbite or two, but they’re not dangerous.

[ she pauses for a while, and soon the feed shows her unbottling a cap of water and drinking it. naturally, she is dressed, in short, in a more revealing fashion than one would want her to be. however, she doesn’t seem to mind or be fazed by the fact that people could be watching her like this - she was used to attention, regards of what kind. once the water has been drunk, almond shaped eyes look at the feed once more, an air of haughtiness still there but a little less than last time. ]

Welcome to Asgard, idiots and intellectuals alike. For those of you who aren’t intelligent or don’t have the energy to pick up a history book, Asgard is one of the Nine Worlds and the capital country of the Norse Gods surrounded by an incomplete wall attributed to Hrimthurs riding the stallion Svaðilfari. You should also know that Valhalla is located here and that Odin and his wife, Frigg are the rulers here. [ she sounds a little too full of pride at the part where her house is one of the rulers of asgard, but hey. U R WHO U R. ]

You’ll find yourselves with powers upon arriving here, but what you do with them doesn’t concern me. Whether you want to complain and say you don’t want them or even use them to bring colour to this world, I don’t care. [ and the haughtiness comes pouring ] I’m sure you have enough free will of your own to make your own choices, so do whatever you want.

[ there’s yet another pause before she speaks again, this time a little more quietly and with a hint -- just a hint of shyness. she isn’t very good at these type of things so she isn’t quite sure on how to go about asking the question but she bites the bullet anyway. ]

. . . . Does anyone know where I could find a job? I want to make my way independently and work so I can earn some money. Any answers would be appreciated, thank you.

[ and with that she switches her braclet off, thus ending the feed. ]

[With trembling hands, heavy breaths, she's trying to settle herself. There's no sense of panic or anger on her face. Just curiosity. As she tries to catch her breath, she takes her time walking the street, observing every little thing. Every detail.

But her attire is less than to be desired. The girl with long dark hair and bright green eyes takes time to look down at her blood-splattered apron against her dark blue dress. Maybe she looks like she's from a story, maybe not. She frowns.]

Out to the streets of London and that cat told me that even if Wonderland was shattered, everything was safe. Well, if this is neither Wonderland nor London...