Some of you may be familiar with Castiel's store of potions and herbs, Ananael.

[In fact, you may recognize the store itself behind him. Roland walks to the center of the room, along the way giving a fair view of the potions, books, and herbs arranged neatly along the bookshelves lining the walls, and leans back against the counter.]

I find myself in possession of that shop now, and the first thing I'd have is some insurance that this place will keep supplying Asgard with the potions it needs if anything happens to me. The natives helping its upkeep now are fine folk, but none of them have the head for brewing, nor for telling a traveler 'no' if he asks for a potion he shouldn't be taking.

If you won't fold the moment someone flashes one of these at you [he raises the bracelet and the view lifts briefly], and have a cool enough head to learn these potions without blowing yourself up, talk to me.

In addition, once the current batch of hangover cures is sold, I won't be making any more. Time and supplies are low enough without wasting any more coddling anyone through conditions they brought on themselves.

[He thinks a moment, then shrugs a little to himself, walking out the open front door and giving a view of the street outside, so anyone less familiar with the place will have some idea where it is.]

If you have any other questions, I'll be around a while.

[And with that warm, comforting welcome, the feed ends.]



((ooc: An updated business page will be made publicly visible here once I figure out enough html to recreate Cas's business page without being too embarrassed of it. It'll be exactly the same as the one above, bar some different wording. Just pretend the entry for 'anti-hangover' has been enthusiastically scribbled out.))

[ A light has gone out in this young Empress, and she no longer cares to hide it. The temptation to just give up has been real, but she is still here, and she is still willing to fight.

For Leto, as always.

He's not in the city anymore, but perhaps he can still come back, and even if he can't... she must fight to protect their world, and the future he wants to build.

This gives her strength, but no joy. She is once more the immeasurably sad woman that came to this city. ]

I find myself struggling with the decision of which group to assign myself to in the coming war effort. What does Asgard need more from me?

I fight very well, as some of you know. I also... see things others might not, in terms of details, minute clues and the connections between them. I often see things people would like to hide. My mind can occupy itself with several tasks at once.

I could most likely do some good in any group, but I cannot seem to make a firm decision on where I might be needed most, and so I turn to my fellow travelers in the hope that discussion might reveal to me the best course of action.

In closing, I offer words that have guided me through life and that I suspect will once more become quite relevant as we move forward.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

ooc: This is actually me trying to figure out in which group to put Ghanima for real so any input is appreciated, I hope the forward-dating is ok

[His hair is a mess, more than usual and he's pale but his orange eyes are fixed on the screen with an unwavering intensity.]

I'm not going to put forth a discussion of what is going down right now. We all know what it is.

[He brushes water off his face with the edge of a towel and continues on, dropping it into a hamper to his left.]

All of you who knew Roxy Lalonde know she ran Stride, it was left to me and I'm not going to close its doors. We are going to do some new shit, so listen up.

Anyone who has a talent for repairing weapons, making them, or even think they can use the bar space to create something new come on down. I'm dragging out my personal tools and if you got your own bring those too.

Let's see what we can cook up.

[He strides out of a room that's revealed to be his apartment bathroom into the messy main room.]

Other than that what's the status of the black ice blocking our way to Utgard? I just woke up so I haven't taken a glance outside yet. We need to find out what that is before we bear down on the frost giants. Or we might just eat that in the face.