asgardeventide | Mind Game 001 [Text]

[Ender is ragged, eyes still red and throat still sore, and stomach still tight as if he might be sick at any moment. Which are among many reasons why he opts for text]

I have read the letter issued to me upon arrival. I am not trained for this type of mission. But if I have been selected then I have questions

[The use of the bracelet has proven to be extremely basic. Even the beginner levels at Ground School had more complex devices to train with than these. Back then they had had things that did more than record and emit messages. These bracelets were phones, essentially. Antiquated phones.]

Gods and Giants --- are these your army names? [He's taking mental notes as he asks. Houses had been mentioned. This could be some more fantastical form of Salamander, Dragon, and Leopard Armies, but as of yet he hasn't seen any uniforms or anything he can recognize as proper training or battle facilities.]

Or are the individual God houses your divisions? How are battles arranged?

[This place seems more like the game on his desktop interface than the battleschool, with things named after giants and gods, and castle structures.

He rubs at his forehead against the start of an ache at his temple before typing another]

Where can I find a commander?

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Hello.

I'm afraid I don't believe there are battle arrangements, nor armies per se. The Gods are just...well, there, and each of them is supposed to be housing us, therefore we use their names. I can only imagine how bizarre it might be to suddenly hear of supernatural and divine beings existing.

As for a commander, I wouldn't know, either.

Not army names. Actual gods and giants.

Arranging battles is pretty difficult since people come and go, but if you want something organised there's Arthur Pendragons guard, and that's as close to a commander as you'll get.

[Robb's feeling just as bad, though for very different reasons. As it turns out, staying out in the rain for an extended period of time tends to give you a cold, if not worse.

Said cold doesn't stop him from using voice, so he sounds somewhat ragged when he responds. Excuse him, Ender, he's a bit sick.]

No, they aren't--the gods are those who have pulled us here to help them fight their war against the giants. [It's clear he doesn't think much of this. The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword, after all.] You might say we're their army, though a disorganized one, tasked with fighting their enemies'.

As for a commander, ask for Arthur Pendragon. He commands the guard here, which is mayhaps the closest thing we have to a city watch. You'll want to talk to him.

How do you train your soldiers for battle without commanders or battle simulations?

[The matter of Gods he'll wait on for the moment]

Gods and Giants are mythical. Perhaps you are mistaking foreign species for things from lore.

[He takes a moment to write down the name 'Arthur Pendragon']

Where can I find him?

I do believe a good amount of improvisation is in order, mostly coming from ourselves.

[Ender remains in text. He's still in too vulnerable a position to use voice or video.

The 'Gods and Giants' he's coming to suspect may be other forms of alien life. Akin to the formics...He is not yet ready to give that a god of thunder and lightning or fire and wind from legends might exist in a tangible enough form to have this power over him.]

If they expect us to fight battles for them how do they expect us to do so without training facilities and armies?

Improvisation would cost many lives in an attack if there is no training to support it.

I am well aware of that, but such is the way it is. Arthur Pendragon was already mentioned, but as I said, it's an effort that came from a Traveler like us.

It's not the optimal, considering many of us aren't even fit for battle, but there is little else we can do about it.

How many people who are brought here are not soldiers?

I wouldn't know, it's not like we keep lists, which I suppose only makes it the more evident of how things are. Sorry, I am not of much help, I know.

[It takes a bit for him to answer. Its becoming more evident what kind of situation he is in, but less evident by the second what he's supposed to do about it. Rank, lists, armies, training...these he could have made sense of and oriented himself around.

Now...]

What am I supposed to do here?

I'm hardly the one that knows enough about this place to tell you that, sorry. If you have the means to help with this war of sorts, then you will surely find those others with the same intentions. That is a start, if anything.

From what I have seen, it's not uncommon for people to simply settle down and try to wait this out.]

[ Not that she's doing that very same thing, not at all. ]

Have you just arrived? I think you're grossly overestimating how militarized this place is. We're mostly a civilian population, we respond when attacked, but as far as I know there aren't offensives being struck out, and battles are rare, initiated primarily by the enemy attacking.

Because of the presence of magic, even the fighting that does occur is going to be very different for most people.

Is there any way to get messages back home?

So there's nothing planned? No retaliation or training? Only...fool's luck?

I don't understand your use of the word magic in this context.

What you know as mythical are often actually foreign beings to start with. Information travels easily across space and manifests as myths and legends and folklore, you know.

Could try the Citadel, or just call him on the bracelet.

Edited 2013-11-06 20:49 (UTC)

Humans making their own sense of species they do not understand. I wonder if they have myths about us.

[He never got the chance to ask]

Is Arthur Pendragon a good commander?

Appaaaarently we're fighting with our emotions or something. Ridiculous, right?

With our emotions? Against Giants? How is that supposed to work

I don't know! I'm not even talking about that. I mean the thing they told us when we first got here. "Bring life to the world, stop everything from going gray, blah blah blah". It all sounds pretty shady to me!

It sounds like nonsense.

I'm sorry, that doesn't seem to be possible. But things from other worlds seem to find their way here, sometimes.

And our planets and our families?

It's hard to explain.

As far as I know, sometimes people fall asleep and wake up with new memories of their worlds, as if they had never left. It would seem that we can somehow go back like that, only to return here.

Someone you know might come here, or might have came here already, I suppose.

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