How exciting. [sarcastically.]

Not only Have I witnessed Cymry Roman legions pass through my homeland off to fight off invaders and Niall of the Nine Hostages' own flesh and blood fight over the kingship of Tara, I get to see a war again. Led by gods, is it? Druids, let alone ovates don't partake in war, but I've always been different.

It will be interesting to see, won't it? Especially in a land where death doesn't seem to stick long enough.

But already... I'm tired of it.

[ooc; links are naturally references.]

[Sam is in the library (as per usual) but he doesn't seem to be doing any work. Instead, he's picking through his lunch, and he offers a vague smile toward the bracelet.]

It's getting cooler... and the way the weather is shifting, I'd say it's almost fall. So... what do you do around this time of year? And more importantly -- well, not really, because the holiday is kind of stupid, but what do you know about Halloween?

[So it leads into something kind of silly, but Sam Winchester needs a distraction, and talking about this is better than focusing on the fact that his father is around and has little idea who he is.

Because that shit is awkward.]

Good morning, Asgard. To the new entries of this period, my name is Hanako Ikezawa and I'm from Sigyn.

[ Hanako doesn't sound too cheerful, but she feels way better than the wreck she used to be a few days ago. Even so, it's still gratingly different than her previous post in which she even used the video feature, a rare occurence, courtesy of her great mood.

There's the light patting noise of rain hitting the window of her room. ]

After the happenings of over a week ago, I was thinking of replanting some trees and flowers in Gefion park. I could do it by myself with my powers, but if you'd like to contribute, please don't hesitate coming over. I'll be there tomorrow for the whole afternoon.

[ Pausing for a moment. ] To Euri-san, and everyone else who was interested... As for the Nightlight club's first meeting... I was thinking to set it the day after tomorrow, in the Tea Room at the Library, 3 PM at the earliest. I'm sorry for the stunning delay, but the recent happenings heavily influenced it. I hope the meeting will be culturally fruitful.

Thank you for your time.

[ After that... last piece of booksmart wording, she shuts the feed off. ]

[ River can be seen wandering around the common area of Odin's Welcome Hall almost as though in a trancelike state. Her steps are light and even, ball to toe on bare feet, and her fingers trail over every object she passes even though her eyes are wandering curiously around the ceiling and the walls and the rest of the room - never to what she's touching. It might seem like she's looking for something, or even listening for something, but she doesn't seem to find it, and never once ceases her calculated footsteps. Eventually the video times out. ]

[ Some time later, the video clicks back on and River's face fills the entire feed, far too close as she tries to peer into the little jewel of her bracelet. She eventually gives up and pulls back to show brown eyes wide and curious, dark hair framing pallid skin that's ... almost gold in the scant lighting.

She's sitting in the middle of the slide, feet tucked underneath her to stop her from going down any further. Her eyes skitter around the confined space before settling back on the bracelet. She says only two words as a whisper, like if she says it any louder, it might break the spell. ]

It's quiet.

[ ooc; for those of you in Odin, feel free to run into River in either part of the post - and I do mean literally, someone should run into her in the slide. 8) edit: I totally forgot! hover for Chinese translations! thanks to Holly for teaching me that trick and Google for my butchered Chinese. |Db ]

Climbing this way is rather inconvenient.

[indeed, judging by the odd angle of the video, the speaker appears to be climbing up the side of a building, and the the occasional metal clanking would indicate that a drainpipe is probably figuring heavily in this process. the voice is female, soft and a bit breathless with effort. it doesn’t take long before she reaches the roof, though. the bracelet spins dizzyingly to show a nondescript but voluminous amount of faded black fabric as she settles, followed by a glimpse of a pale blue eye and a rather lot of long, dark hair as she pushes it back from her face. those familiar with the scenery might be able to surmise that she is, in fact, on top of Hel House’s welcome hall. obviously, someone is entirely unaware that she's broadcasting]

Ah. Rather more populated than Gargamel, to be certain.

[she shifts enough to be able to twist her fingers, which seem to bend at almost inhuman angles in the corner of the camera’s vision]

And nowhere near it, to be sure.

[there’s the sound of unfolding paper, and the bracelet rolls until it’s possible to see a universally familiar letter held in long-fingered, calloused hands]

The fate of all existence? I can think of several of us better suited. But for living...well.

[for a long moment she seems to be holding her breath, then she lets it out with a soft sound of resolve]

It’s not as though I’ve any choice, after all. Time to stop running, Sophie.

You can’t anymore.



[ooc; Sophie doesn't understand the bracelets, feel free to scare the bejeebus out of her via audio or video or meet her in person. sorry, text-y folks, typing is beyond her at the moment]