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001 ♔ video/action for Odin District
[action]
[Anyone passing through Odin District may notice this prosecutor conversing with a very familiar snowman near the library. His arms are crossed, and he taps his right upper arm with his left index finger as he waits patiently for this winter visitor to speak. He's a little relaxed...although some tension remains. Because seriously HE'S TALKING TO A SNOWMAN ASGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW. Sure, Miles has gotten sort of used to how things roll here, but nothing prepared him for TALKING SNOWMEN. WHAT WERE THESE GODS PLAYING AT.
The snowman's button mouth moves, and he finally gives his riddle.]
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?
[A moment is all Miles needs to answer this one. His neutral expression changes into a smirk. This riddle was child's play compared to the contradictions he had to unearth from difficult witnesses' testimonies. His tone is very sure...possibly even smug. Silly snowman, you don't know 'bout his shiny logic.]
The letter e, of course.
That's right. [The snowman hands him a wrapped present; his coal eyes seem to twinkle with approval. Miles looks at the present for while, then slowly reaches out to take it.]
Ah...thank you. [He stares down at the gift, wondering what could be inside - or if this was yet another trick by the gods.]
[video]
[Several minutes later, he will make his very first post on the network. Miles has spoken to a few people - mostly from his House - but he has spent much of the past week investigating as much of Asgard as he can, trying to find anything that would unravel this setup. He has found nothing, and as all his theories fall away one by one, he slowly realizes that everything, from the gods spiriting them to Asgard to the gifts these gods supposedly granted their visitors, was real. With no evidence to debunk the existence of this strange realm, his arguments were going nowhere.
So ladies and gentlemen, he will be seated at the table in his room, with a stack of books, his organizer and this hat - albeit black with an equally dark satin ribbon. At first glance it doesn't seem so warm, no? But hey, it's a nice hat. And it's winter.]
The snowman I met in my district tested my wits with a riddle, and rewarded me for my answer. [He gestures toward the hat.] I can only assume that snowmen in other districts would test others differently. [He didn't leave Odin District after he got his riddle and his hat.]
If you have met a snowman in another district besides that of Odin, what task were you given, and did you complete it?
[Anyone passing through Odin District may notice this prosecutor conversing with a very familiar snowman near the library. His arms are crossed, and he taps his right upper arm with his left index finger as he waits patiently for this winter visitor to speak. He's a little relaxed...although some tension remains. Because seriously HE'S TALKING TO A SNOWMAN ASGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW. Sure, Miles has gotten sort of used to how things roll here, but nothing prepared him for TALKING SNOWMEN. WHAT WERE THESE GODS PLAYING AT.
The snowman's button mouth moves, and he finally gives his riddle.]
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?
[A moment is all Miles needs to answer this one. His neutral expression changes into a smirk. This riddle was child's play compared to the contradictions he had to unearth from difficult witnesses' testimonies. His tone is very sure...possibly even smug. Silly snowman, you don't know 'bout his shiny logic.]
The letter e, of course.
That's right. [The snowman hands him a wrapped present; his coal eyes seem to twinkle with approval. Miles looks at the present for while, then slowly reaches out to take it.]
Ah...thank you. [He stares down at the gift, wondering what could be inside - or if this was yet another trick by the gods.]
[video]
[Several minutes later, he will make his very first post on the network. Miles has spoken to a few people - mostly from his House - but he has spent much of the past week investigating as much of Asgard as he can, trying to find anything that would unravel this setup. He has found nothing, and as all his theories fall away one by one, he slowly realizes that everything, from the gods spiriting them to Asgard to the gifts these gods supposedly granted their visitors, was real. With no evidence to debunk the existence of this strange realm, his arguments were going nowhere.
So ladies and gentlemen, he will be seated at the table in his room, with a stack of books, his organizer and this hat - albeit black with an equally dark satin ribbon. At first glance it doesn't seem so warm, no? But hey, it's a nice hat. And it's winter.]
The snowman I met in my district tested my wits with a riddle, and rewarded me for my answer. [He gestures toward the hat.] I can only assume that snowmen in other districts would test others differently. [He didn't leave Odin District after he got his riddle and his hat.]
If you have met a snowman in another district besides that of Odin, what task were you given, and did you complete it?
no subject
...molecules?
[ As soon as he says it, he already knows it isn't right. He cringes. ]
no subject
No. Try again.
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Then he stares at it.
And stares some more.
His expression becomes increasingly frustrated and just as he's about to angrily give up and tear the paper in half childishly, he stills.
Then he starts circling. ]
..."E"?
no subject
Correct.
no subject
Thanks for letting me figure it out on my own. I appreciate it.
Before I let you go, mind telling me your name?
no subject
And, my name is Miles Edgeworth.
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I'll catch you around, Miles. Take care.
[ Whoops. Hope you weren't expecting a Mr. Edgeworth... ]
no subject
[...he was. Sorry. Formalities and well MAYBE WHEN YOU KNOW HIM BETTER HE'LL LET YOU USE "MILES". It's just that...he got so used to being called by his last name and very few people can call him Miles...
THAT'S "MR. EDGEWORTH" TO YOU, PUNK.]
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Wh-what was that, Miles? I can't hear you — kshhk! Bracelet static! Breaking...up...can't...!
[ The feed ends...BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, EDGEWORTH. ]