Video - Day 412

[snowcrow]

[Welcome to Jon's face. It's not a particularly happy face. In fact, it looks pretty sour at the moment. He really hates having to use the bracelet, but he has a very important announcement to make.]

This is a message to the gods that have stolen us and brought us here.

[He has no actual knowledge of who the gods are or if they even care about their charges, but as they seem to have more of a hand in the affairs of others than his own gods, he'll see if a direct approach works.]

During the... incident which had your blasted magic working ill against those you gave it to, my brother wound up losing his hand. Due to your ineptitude and this unwanted sorcery, he has a stump where a perfectly fine hand was before. What sort of gods give people powers they don't ask for? It's bad enough you've brought children here, but you seem not to care about the ill effects of your war on those that are hale enough here to fight it.

[The sour look is directed more intensely at the screen now.]

I insist you fix it. I've gone to your temples and asked for this, but as it's seemed to fall on deaf ears, perhaps you need it shouted in your face.

Fix my brother or you'll have me to deal with and Asgard's gods will join him in missing body parts.

[Caw caw, motherfucker.]

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[curiousing]

Isn't it obvious? I'm a skeleton! You can see my bones, can't you?

[snowcrow]

You're a wight.

[Or something to that effect. He'd never seen one so... lacking in any flesh, nor one that could talk.]

[curiousing]

[ His expression turns thoughtful at the name as he takes the time to reattach his hand. ]

There's a name I haven't heard in sometime! [ Jack let's out a chuckle as his hand makes a sharp clicking sound as it snaps back into place. ] Mind you you're close but nooot exact.

[snowcrow]

Wights don't talk.

[Sorry for the small words, Jack, but you were sort of blowing his mind.]

[curiousing]

There are all kinds of creatures of the dead you know, some more talkative than others!

[ He just so happens to be an extremely chatty one. ]

[snowcrow]

... Even here? I thought this city cured death?

[curiousing]

Many who die do come back, that much is fact. But there are ghosts still that I have spent evenings with scaring others in the carnival!

[snowcrow]

[Why was he talking to it still?]

Ghosts have no place here. Nor do the dead.