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asgardeventide2012-03-11 08:09 pm
impostures) wrote in asgardeventide2012-03-11 08:09 pm
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( video. ) + ( action for hel. )
[ the boy — teenager — looks somewhere between utterly bemused and thoroughly entertained. for a few moments, he simply fiddles with the bracelet, the video feed alternately displaying him, the floor, and the ceiling. eventually, however, he does let it be, but not without murmuring something along the lines of 'worse than one of henry's devices'. for those familiar with it, there's a hint of welsh to his accent. he looks tired, but not overly irritated — although that will come — and his clothing dates him as being from the late 1870s; his hands are covered in a number of faded scars, and it's undoubtedly obvious that he does a lot of work with them. ]
—If it hadn't been for the explanation, what of it there was, I might have thought myself to be like little Alice, having tumbled down a rabbit hole. I dare say the faceless woman I spoke to was as discomforting for me as the Caterpillar managed to be for Alice, and made approximately equal amounts of sense. I've not entirely lost a sense of myself though, for better or worse, nor have I had any desire to question whether or not I was changed in the night, or even my name. Perhaps that will happen tomorrow after breakfast, once I've eaten.
[ he stops speaking for a moment, a frown briefly marring his features. ] Hel. [ his lips quirk. ] I'm fairly certain I'm not dead, and I think I'd be quite disappointed if this is the realm of the dead. I've been assured it is both hot and cold depending on one's sins, circular, and I'm not sure that I recall any mention of guides without faces. Whatever the case, it seems rather counter-intuitive if I am truly here to bring life to the world. [ a beat. ] And speaking of life, I'm sure there are more enjoyable ways to bring it into the world.
[ pause. ] And if this device is meant for conversation and communication: William Herondale. I won't decline any further explanations, even if they happen to come from hatters and caterpillars and assorted small mammals with a fondness for tea and an inability to correctly tell the time. [ another pause — hesitation — but he ends the video there, albeit not without a degree of fumbling. ]
—If it hadn't been for the explanation, what of it there was, I might have thought myself to be like little Alice, having tumbled down a rabbit hole. I dare say the faceless woman I spoke to was as discomforting for me as the Caterpillar managed to be for Alice, and made approximately equal amounts of sense. I've not entirely lost a sense of myself though, for better or worse, nor have I had any desire to question whether or not I was changed in the night, or even my name. Perhaps that will happen tomorrow after breakfast, once I've eaten.
[ he stops speaking for a moment, a frown briefly marring his features. ] Hel. [ his lips quirk. ] I'm fairly certain I'm not dead, and I think I'd be quite disappointed if this is the realm of the dead. I've been assured it is both hot and cold depending on one's sins, circular, and I'm not sure that I recall any mention of guides without faces. Whatever the case, it seems rather counter-intuitive if I am truly here to bring life to the world. [ a beat. ] And speaking of life, I'm sure there are more enjoyable ways to bring it into the world.
[ pause. ] And if this device is meant for conversation and communication: William Herondale. I won't decline any further explanations, even if they happen to come from hatters and caterpillars and assorted small mammals with a fondness for tea and an inability to correctly tell the time. [ another pause — hesitation — but he ends the video there, albeit not without a degree of fumbling. ]
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It's not that you're dead, it's that the house belongs to the goddess of the dead here -- Norse Mythology.
Hello, Herondale-san!
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—'lo.
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Odin stays in the castle, I think, and the eight-legged horse is in the park. This is Asgard, not Hel's realm. I can answer questions for you, but if you want to practice your routine, then I'll leave you to it.
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Your humour. You're trying to be funny, right?
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By the— You don't believe I honestly believe I'm dead, that one moment I was standing before my sister— [ a breath. cecily. ] and having just received the news of my friends' engagement, I found it prudent to keel over in what I assume would be some form of hysterical shock, only to wake up in the halls of Asgard, in front of a woman who I can say with the utmost surety is not my sister, nor is she Theresa Gray, Charlotte Branwell, or any number of the women I've met in my admittedly short life thus far, do you?
[ he pauses briefly, meeting Conan's gaze. ] I doubt this is even Asgard. They weren't assumptions, they were comments. I don't care for what this place is, not truly, nor do I care for what I'm meant to do. I have things I need and ought to be doing, and bringing life to the world, I can assure you, is not it.
—Entertaining, if not funny. [ beat. ] In the absence of manners and introductions, you don't mind if I start calling you Gabriel, do you? You're as pathetically pedantic and enamoured by the what-is-es as he is.
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[Ha ... is it really so hard to grasp 'kidnapped'?]
I guess if that's the case, nothing I say's going to help you any!
Sorry about that -- most people are kind of upset when they arrive, and they want to know what's going on before they want to know your name. I'm Edogawa Conan.
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Mean? They're dead. I will die, as you will die, and everyone here will one day die unless we are to be blessed [ mocking and disdain. ] with immortality. There is no use dwelling on the fact: either they accept it, or they do not. I did not kill them. If they're to be offended by offhand remarks of death, then they ought to stay well away from religion, from the gods and, I should think, life itself.
And what else is there to know? I've been taken from— [ hesitation; he'd been tempted by 'home', but he's never been certain as to whether he does consider the institute home. wales was home, would always be home. ] London, I've been tasked by the gods. [ his lips quirk into a small smirk at that. ] I always knew I was blessed, I simply didn't imagine it would be like this. I used to dream that I would end up sprawled in a large bed, surrounded by beautiful women — or at the very least, wom—. [ he stops abruptly, as if realising that whilst conan is speaking entirely unlike a child, he is still a child. ] Not that it matters, perhaps this will be better than any childish dream.
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[Not that he listened to all of that, and only picked up one thing with his one track mind.]
Someone's sayin' you're in hell? Oooi, what kinda crap's that? [He's looking somewhere between annoyed and confused. Dying is not an option! He couldn't be dead and in hell, right?]
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In Hel with Hel. [ he smiles at that — it's a slightly sardonic smile, but not without amusement. ]
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The god and the place are named the same.
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—Unless you were after the obvious answer, of course, the one I'm somewhat struggling to entirely believe.
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Really, wandering uselessly while watching any bewildered arrivals do much the same is as entertaining as staring at peeling paint; except a bit more social, which is what England is going for. He may as well be of some use--a tiny candle's beacon of sanity amidst the chaos of poorly worded information and stupid questions from older residents.]
'lo. Wish we had fallen down the rabbit's hole but last I checked, Alice didn't exactly tumble right into the lap of the Norse pantheon.
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[ he pauses for a moment, regarding england properly. the coat and trousers aren't of any note — he's already established that most here dress in fashions that baffle him, but— ] You're aware your gloves don't match, aren't you?
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[--and then he peers at the lad with a look.]
No point in confessing those crimes of yours, whatever they are. That's not what you're here for. And it's Hel with one 'L'. I've heard enough jokes about it to last me another thousand years, thanks.
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He removes one of the gloves and cocks his head back and to the side.]
Yes, looks so chic, not ghastly and moronic at all.
[tugging it back on.] Not even a name, then? Alright, I'll give you mine out of gracious courtesy--You may call me England.
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[slowly remedies his mistake.]
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Are you simple? William Herondale, as I already mentioned. [ pause. nope. ] England? [ ALL THE INCREDULITY. ] I suppose, in that case, you may call me Wales. Or Cymru.
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Tend to tune things out after a while. Hardly any point in listening to the same questions of the new arrivals is there?
Alright, Will, if that's how we're playing it, I'll just fondly refer to you as 'Berk.'
[a pause, and he adds:] I am England, the nation in flesh and blood; a personification, whatever you want to call it. Suppose you're lacking in any sort of imagination as well.
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[ a beat. ] Hardly. My imagination is just fine, I've never imagined England to be a person. Britannia, on the other hand— but you seem to be lacking any discernible female traits, so you're certainly not her.