[ It'd taken a full day for Martin to recuperate from his stupor, even longer for his curiosity to kick in. Without his magic, he feels deaf, blind and mute, craving the comfort of religion, but not so callous or unaware not to know some other deities rule here.

Not that he cares. These gods can take Akatosh from his dead, cold claws. ] Will these gods care if I worship my own god? [ Still, a smart man is a cautious man. He isn't about to set up an altar to the Dragon God without information. ] I refuse to turn my back on the Dragon.

[Whale clicks on the video, frowning slightly.] Right, it's obvious that powers are being stupid and acting up. [he can't help but feel a small twinge of pride at that. Magic was being temperamental. What a surprise there.]

I'm a doctor. Not one of those Sigyn people who can heal, but an actual, trained doctor who thankfully isn't being set on fire or bleeding out or anything like that. The name's Dr. Whale. I'm heading over to the hospital, but if anybody needs me to make a house call before I go over there, just drop me a line. [and then, unknown to Whale, he starts levitating a bit.]

I'm pretty good, but I'm not used to the medical technology in Asgard, so- [and then suddenly he flies straight up into the air with a small yelp, as if someone yanked him up. The view of the bracelet shifts, looking at the ground. And then, with a loud cry of] Not again! [he falls to the ground with a loud, violent thump, which turns off the bracelet in the process.]