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asgardeventide2011-12-14 02:29 pm
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first minute [Voice/Video]
[There's the sound of fumbling as someone seems to be trying to get the braclet to work- however, the video function doesn't turn on yet, and all you can hear is the voice of a man.]
Huh, some sort of screen. Er, no no no, wait, I shouldn't get distracted by this. Please, miss maid, there must be some mistake! I can't stay here.
[The man sounds almost manic and rather worried. Looks like someone is not taking this new place very well.]
I'm on the lookout for this murderer, you see, and if I don't get back, he's going to kill my brethern! I can't let that happen. And really, tell Mr. Heimdall that despite what he calls himself, he is not the god I work for. And I know, because, well, God created me.
[The maid responds patiently in a level tone.] You have been brought here to bring life to the world.
Okay, yes. I realize that! Please, you've got the wrong person. Can't I just go home, maybe, and fix what's going on there and then come back here? And why in the world did you take my wings? I feel so normal without them.
You cannot return home. It is impossible. Here is the door to the Welcome Hall, sir.
[The man lets out a frustrated sigh, and suddenly, with a click, the video function turns on, revealing a strange-looking fellow with short red hair and...clocks for eyes??]
Wait a second, what did this button on the screen do? Hello? Anyone out there? It seems to be recording me...well, that's ingenious, actually.
No, stop it, Cheriour, you can't be distracted! Oh dear, I have to get back...I can't stay here. Not at all. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...
Huh, some sort of screen. Er, no no no, wait, I shouldn't get distracted by this. Please, miss maid, there must be some mistake! I can't stay here.
[The man sounds almost manic and rather worried. Looks like someone is not taking this new place very well.]
I'm on the lookout for this murderer, you see, and if I don't get back, he's going to kill my brethern! I can't let that happen. And really, tell Mr. Heimdall that despite what he calls himself, he is not the god I work for. And I know, because, well, God created me.
[The maid responds patiently in a level tone.] You have been brought here to bring life to the world.
Okay, yes. I realize that! Please, you've got the wrong person. Can't I just go home, maybe, and fix what's going on there and then come back here? And why in the world did you take my wings? I feel so normal without them.
You cannot return home. It is impossible. Here is the door to the Welcome Hall, sir.
[The man lets out a frustrated sigh, and suddenly, with a click, the video function turns on, revealing a strange-looking fellow with short red hair and...clocks for eyes??]
Wait a second, what did this button on the screen do? Hello? Anyone out there? It seems to be recording me...well, that's ingenious, actually.
No, stop it, Cheriour, you can't be distracted! Oh dear, I have to get back...I can't stay here. Not at all. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

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...Well, that's inconvenient. Is there anyone in charge I can talk to?
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[basically we are all screwed :X]
But hey, you're in Heimdall? Cool, me too. I'm Seth.
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[He sounds disappointed. All his brothers getting killed back home and he can't do a thing about it. A sigh.]
Ah, the same house? A pleasure, Seth, I'm Cheriour, angel of the Lord.
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You had powers, too?
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[A shrug.] I guess it is pretty "cool", I guess. Normal if you're an angel, though.
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[A nod. He's okay with it as long people don't force him to swear.] You are pardoned.
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Kinda. Not really. Most people think of "werewolves" as like... when the full moon hits they turn into some rabid wolfmonster and kill everything in their path, and that's not what I do. [he will have to correct this general assumption at some point!] I can just turn into a big wolf whenever I feel like it. —Or I could back home, anyway.
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But that's interesting. Is it magical in origin? Your power, I mean.
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And the legends of my brethern are true back home, too, even though most people don't believe in our existence.
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Wait, this is an alternate dimension? I thought this was another world...or are those the same things?
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