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[Behold! A very tall and pretty woman, wearing some interesting clothing, her druid robes sitting next to her as she's under a tree. It's really not surprising if they knew her.]

When I was a small child, druids and my teacher taught me that an ovate could travel through time and gaze into the future. And it seems I finally obtained the first. My teacher was very thorough- Myrddin. He managed to teach a number of us while King Leondegrance persecuted those who practiced the old ways.

How do they say the "future" is? That nothing will be clear, and time itself is always changing. Myrddin hasn't mentioned anything about, ah- what would be the word? Mirrored? Alternate?

The same kings and nobles from my world. And yet... not. Surely, Freya, you'll be sincere enough to return Morrigu and Lancelot to my side?

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[he feels bad for listening because he's not sure if she's speaking to the video or to herself so he waits before speaking]

That is quite an interesting thing to think about.

[She's quite aware that it was an open "broadcast" she wants answers. But she can certainly care less for the those who she's not expecting to reply.]

Interesting? It's fact. There isn't anything entertaining about it.

I-Is that so? My apologies. I didn't know.

You're apologizing? Why?

I.. thought I offended you. [worried frown!]

[Offended would be a stretch.]

No.

Really? That is a relief... [he smiles]

Would you tell me more about that? Could an ovate really travel through time..?

If we can gaze into the future, traveling through dimensions of time would not be unreasonable. And even then, the soul will reincarnate as many times as it needs to.

I see... To be honest, I have never thought about something like that before. [there are the traveling fortune tellers that wander the city but his superiors have always brushed them aside]

Expecting the gods here to be kind is pretty optimistic.

[She points to her missing eye]

If you're interpreting this as a plea to a goddess, you're mistaken. I know how cruel they can be, boy.

Edited 2012-06-10 05:40 (UTC)

Your eye was taken by a goddess -- here?

In Eire. by Danu.

How did it happen?

Simple. The Host took me to the Otherworld and she took my eye. Nothing complicated about taht.

The Host meaning ... what exactly? And why would she take your eye? Had you broken a law, done something to anger her ... ?

((ooc: assuming that since there is no internet in Asgard, there is no wikipedia -- unless regina wrote that article?))

[ooc; actually, if she's referring to any Celtic terms, I'll link for the mun :) but that's okay!]

The host are the Slaugh Sidhe who ride from the west and bring back mortals to the Otherworld. She took my eye because of what I did. And you're far too young to know what that is.

[The Slaugh Sidhe ... Conan repeats the words to himself, making a mental note of them to investigate later. The abrupt ending of Regina's comments surprises him and he blinks. Ha ... at least she's up front about it! ]

I guess I'll have to take your word that gods aren't merciful! Have you had any interactions with the gods here to compare against what you know of yours? ((ooc: awesome, thank you! That's really thoughtful. ))

[ Arthur knows the disparities of which she speaks are those between their homes. It's - difficult, the concept of there being multiple versions of themselves and their lives, and that no one path is the true Path. He contemplates this a while before speaking quietly. ]

Would you tell me? Of your world.

[That's the tip of it, she thinks.]

Of course -- but there is more to it than you ruling your kingdom.

[She scoffs to herself.]

Leondegrance had be banished to Eire, your faithful knight would be more appropriate to tell you of Cymru.

If he were my knight, I would ask him so. But I am lead to believe ours is an entirely different instance altogether - and I think you suspect the same, do you not?

He may or may not be, he spoke highly of you. As well as your sister.

I want to see if you live up to their words, regardless of a separation of time or not. You are the a prelude of what is to come.

[She waves her hand, as if to brush it off.]

But since you ask, I will answer. Lancelot told me that the Romans were withdrawing from Cymru and you have become the high king and having a high king brings prosperity to the land, or some hope.

Eire has just lost their high king and the land is in complete chaos. Thanks to my kind.

[ Good God. High King. He swallows, but shows no other reaction to her words until the last. ]

Your kind?

I am a nephilim, Arthur. A giant, a half-demon.

[ He blanches a little, sitting up straighter in his seat. ]

I've not heard of such a thing before.

... Really?

[THERE'S SO MANY OF THEM IN HER WORLD, YOU JUST DON'T KNOW.]

To my knowledge, no such being has been reported in our lands.

[ He's trying to be careful not to say "creature," because such a term would be demeaning and he is trying to remain respectful, but. She is a creature of magic, is she not? He is wary once more. ]

What manner of people are your kind - these nephilim?

[She swallows. How can she word this? Nephilim aren't the most kind of creatures in their world, being half-demon.]

To be blunt, most can be monsters. Creatures that were never meant to be and rejected by both humans and demons. Giants who roam the land who's hunger will never be sated. I'm actually grateful I've been deduced to a human, in some cases.

[ And there you have it. Every reason he's been raised to hate magic, to distrust anything borne of it or associated with it in any manner. Arthur is struggling daily to overcome this blind hatred he's been raised with, but when faced with something like this, it becomes harder and harder. He stiffens, swallows hard. Regina doesn't seem like a bad person, but. ]

I see.

[ He doesn't know what else to say. ]

[Sadly, Regina was expecting worse. To be called a monster on the account of being a half-blood. Ready to retort she had no choice in it. But his reaction...

Is both good and bad, she can't tell what he's thinking. So it's a gut reaction when she asks.]

Does that make you loathe and fear me?

[ It takes him a moment to respond. Two moons ago, he might have given her expected response, or outright closed all communication with her. He might've done any number of things along those lines, had he not taken the time to see past the veil of fear put over his eyes.

But Arthur has, and he is not the same man he was when he first arrived in Asgard. He is not the same man his father crafted; he wants to believe he is better now, as Merlin and Morgana have told him countless times beforehand. That he is above baseless fear and loathing, that he knows compassion and acceptance.

Arthur is not his father.

Though it takes him a moment to answer her, he keeps his eyes upon hers and his tone firm. Unwavering, absolute. Undeniable certainty, because Regina has not given him cause to doubt - so he will not doubt. ]

No. I do not.

[It surprises her each time she hears it.

The only people who accepted her for who she was were her own kind and the druids. So she isn't sure how to react or what to say. Deep down, she'll still maintain she's a horrible, horrible monster.

He doesn't know what she did in the past. It makes her smile weakly.]

I'll accept that.

[ And neither does she know what he has done. What constitutes a monster, really - who is so holy and righteous as to decide? The Christians would leave it to their God; but they are Men, and Arthur knows only what Men know.

Monsters can become human. Humans can become monsters. Things are not so black and white. ]

Thank you. For telling me.

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