asgardeventide | first wildling ❄ ( video )

Oi, [Comes the booming voice of one redhead, trying to understand this thing on her wrist. For a moment she shakes her wrist before looking back down.]

You lot, if y'can see me. [She's just looking down scornfully. Wildlings don't even understand Southern technology and you want to throw this at her.]

I have a few choice words for your gods, but first. Jon Snow, if y'be here, you best reply to me here. Don't think I've forgot about you, just 'cuz I've wound up here. You know nothing. [She has some hope that if these gods could choose her, he'd be here, too. Then the Crows wouldn't matter (not that they did to begin with). But neither would the Wall nor her people.]

You other lot, not bein' Jon Snow, I'd ask the same as I did them girls I talked to. What keeps you from goin' outside the city? Where I'm from we do as we please, the Free Folk. No god cares 'bout what we do as men. Or women. Why fight their war? I fought my own war because some Southern king decided years ago he'd put my people behind some great wall. I decided to be a spearwife to lodge me own spear up every Crow whose crossed into our land's ass. [That didn't exactly happen, but semantics.]

It was my lands though. If y'can't fight for what's yours, maybe you never deserved it. Don't need no named god tellin' me that.

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I don't breathe it, if that's what you're talking about. I manipulate it. However you can imagine. Total control over fire.

[The pride in his voice starts to wilt away.]

At least back home. Apparently this world doesn't like any "magic" other than its own, even if it's a genetic skill and nothing like magic. And I mean it gets seriously pissed off. Just part of my big fucking list of reasons to get out of here as soon as possible.

They took it from you? [She likes these gods less and less.]

Y'can't take it back?

I could. Had a lot of plans for taking the gods down one by one until the last one standing either gave it back or sent me home.

Then I got it back and my head blew up. Literally. All over my girlfriend and one of my best friends, I'm guessing, since they were right there before it went. They don't like to talk about it.

[He doesn't even mention the loss of control, the addictive force of the mutation after having it gone for so long. This should have enough of an impact, and doesn't make him look bad.]

Like I said, outside powers and abilities don't mix with Asgard.

[His experience has her lip curling. She's seen gruesome deaths in her time, and that couldn't have been pleasant. She has nothing like that. The only notable quality is her red hair. But she thinks of Jon.]

What of wargs? I ain't one, but I know a man.

Wargs?

[That's right over his head.]

Wargs. Skinwalkers. They have an animal bond, see through their eyes.

[He's thoughtful for a moment, trying to put that together. More technical language would help, but he has a feeling he won't be getting it from her, so he has to guess that she literally means viewing things through animal eyes. Sounds vaguely telepathic to him.]

Sounds like bad news here, if it ever comes back. But now that she's pulled that trick once, I doubt she will again.

How do I keep'em safe? If a warg is here.

The one who knows nothing?

[He smirks a little, but it's not as mocking as it could be. If abilities do come back somehow, he wouldn't want to be in her shoes.]

Nothing you can do if someone brings our natural powers back again. Just be around after he dies. Keeping someone safe's not as easy as just watching their back in this place.

[She doesn't need to confirm. He seems to get it.]

So dying here... It's natural like that? T'come back... Undead?

Not even changed. No wounds or scars, nothing.

I'm just gonna assume you've heard of souls before?

What y'have that passes on when you truly die. [So her religion says she becomes a tree, but whatever.]

That's apparently what they've got bound here. We can come back because one of the gods is in charge of their underworld, so she just brings the soul back. I dunno what's going on with our bodies, without regeneration everyone still gets hurt and people die, but our souls don't die here so we stick around.

[He thought he had a decent grasp on it, but...]

It's all fucked up. Don't think about it too long.

I'll keep that in mind. You've been a friend.

Don't get ahead of yourself. Just someone who likes your style.

[He smirks one last time.]

We could work on friends, though. Keep in touch.

Will do. Y'seem to know this place.

Oh god, it's got to be half a year I've been here, if not more. I gave up carving the tally into my wall ages ago. But long enough.

[And then the smirk softens just a bit, showing that friends really is a possibility.]

Good luck. You and the idiot.

[And he signs off.]

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