Mary Campbell (
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asgardeventide2012-05-19 10:58 pm
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failed private/accidental video;
[Hi, Asgard! Mary's face pops up very suddenly.]
Hey, Merlin, Morgana- I'm on my way home, I picked up dinner. See you soon.
[She presses a button on the bracelet, but obviously not the right one, as it keeps playing. The scene changes as she walks outside into... some random-ass part of what appears to be Odin that's most likely utterly unfamiliar to anyone who doesn't actually live there. Mary's humming a tune that she honestly doesn't know, but has been in her head for days. She isn't a stripper, contrary to the video, but she is sporting some pretty rad hot pants and mud on her cowboy boots.
After a few seconds the music overwhelms her- she runs at a streetlight and spins on it with the arm not carrying food, bursting into song. She's a pretty good singer, shockingly.]
What's the time? Well it's gotta be close to midnight!
My body's talking to me, it says time for danger.
[She obviously has no idea she's being recorded, and has started to stop random faceless people and sing with them.]
It says I wanna commit a crime- wanna be the cause of a fight.
I wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.
[Mary goes on like that, singing to the stars as she goes through the streets, running her free hand through her hair in obvious pent-up energy. By the time she gets to Thor, she's reached a sadder, slower part of the song, and has stopped to sing right at a confused-looking gray person.]
In the evening, I've got to roam,
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome-
feels too damn much like home when the Spanish babies cry.
So let's find a bar so dark we forget who we are...
[She gets visibly pissed-off suddenly, turning around and whipping the box in her hand at the building across the street, narrowly missing hitting a gray person in the head. Her bracelet goes flying too, hitting some gray person in the eye and just catching her almost screaming the last line.]
Where all the scars from the nevers and maybes DIE!
Let's go-
Hey, Merlin, Morgana- I'm on my way home, I picked up dinner. See you soon.
[She presses a button on the bracelet, but obviously not the right one, as it keeps playing. The scene changes as she walks outside into... some random-ass part of what appears to be Odin that's most likely utterly unfamiliar to anyone who doesn't actually live there. Mary's humming a tune that she honestly doesn't know, but has been in her head for days. She isn't a stripper, contrary to the video, but she is sporting some pretty rad hot pants and mud on her cowboy boots.
After a few seconds the music overwhelms her- she runs at a streetlight and spins on it with the arm not carrying food, bursting into song. She's a pretty good singer, shockingly.]
What's the time? Well it's gotta be close to midnight!
My body's talking to me, it says time for danger.
[She obviously has no idea she's being recorded, and has started to stop random faceless people and sing with them.]
It says I wanna commit a crime- wanna be the cause of a fight.
I wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.
[Mary goes on like that, singing to the stars as she goes through the streets, running her free hand through her hair in obvious pent-up energy. By the time she gets to Thor, she's reached a sadder, slower part of the song, and has stopped to sing right at a confused-looking gray person.]
In the evening, I've got to roam,
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome-
feels too damn much like home when the Spanish babies cry.
So let's find a bar so dark we forget who we are...
[She gets visibly pissed-off suddenly, turning around and whipping the box in her hand at the building across the street, narrowly missing hitting a gray person in the head. Her bracelet goes flying too, hitting some gray person in the eye and just catching her almost screaming the last line.]
Where all the scars from the nevers and maybes DIE!
Let's go-
i honestly dunno why she nerds out only over him
Do you even have juries back then?
lmfao idk it's adorable tho
[ It's very interesting, having to explain the ways of the Court to someone like this. ]
We - a King has his Council of advisors, and he can delegate duties as he sees fit, but - should he be deemed unfit to rule for whatever reason, the title and his duties would be passed on to his rightful heir or an appointed heir, whoever is second in line to the throne.
jlskfdgh look she just has a lot of questions
That probably doesn't happen very often, right? He'd have to be pretty badly incapacitated for it to be worth taking on the king.
almost as bad as Merlin sheesh