asgardeventide | {12th Gunshot; Video}

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{12th Gunshot; Video}

[Today, Asgard is greeted with a video of Clementine, a finger to her lips before she holds up a small container of glitter. Using her shadow control, she then spreads it along the top of the ceiling fan, waiting for someone to come along and turn it on to watch the resulting expressions and mess, either in her house or somewhere perhaps even more public, like the school. Either way, she's hiding somewhere nearby, close enough to stay hidden while having a view and earshot of the room she just set up.

And hey, if she has to clean up? It'll be worth it. And it really is overall just some harmless fun. Something she hasn't had the chance for in a long time, what with everything back home and the time it has taken overall for her to keep readjusting to Asgard. And if she says it is 'homework'? She wouldn't be lying, with Riley's wording. Just don't mind her over here with the not suspicious at all glitter at her hands. Tell her off, get caught in the glittery mess? Offer to help her clean up in the after math?]

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[Clementine simply gives a nod, pressing her fingers to her lips and waiting. She's only ever been human, so her healing, and then shadow control powers are simply a bonus. She's got as much chance of hearing someone coming as Cora does at any rate.

So she waits. Patiently. Quietly. She's used to this. Hiding. Though more often nowadays back home its from walkers. The pranks had been put on hold until more recently thanks to Riley.]

[Cora hasn't exactly had the easiest past few years either. She's been on her own since she was about Clementine's age as well, so running and hiding are pretty much the only things she knows how to do really well where it doesn't make a difference if she's a human or a werewolf - the skill set is still the same.

That being said, she just presses her ear to the far wall, trying in vain to see if she can hear footsteps coming.]

Can you hear anything? Anyone coming yet?

[Ideally she would have chosen a more public area, but at the same time she needed to be alone to be able to set it up, so couldn't choose somewhere more busy if she wanted the chance to do this at all. It could be a bit before anyone might show up. She shifts as best she can to try see or hear anything herself.]

[She makes a face after a moment and starts to shake her head, but then her feeble human hearing starts to pick up on footsteps and she nods, placing a finger to lips as they watch some hapless NPC native wander their way through and into the room as though they're looking for something.]

[Clementine shifts, quiet as she also picks up the noise, biting her lip and smiling in anticipation. Carefully, she peeks out to watch, using her shadow control to flick on the fan and watches as the glitter rains down on the poor boy as he stands there initially dumbstruck watching the glitter fall. She giggles, a hand over her mouth to try stiffle the noise, his reaction too hilarious for her to contain the laughter.]

[Cora's laughter is more silent, evident in the soft rumbling of her chest as she crouches down closer to get a better look at the poor boy. He's waving his hands, trying to get the glitter off of his clothes, but when he hears the sound of someone laughing, his head snaps up.

Cora quickly grabs Clementine, pulling her away from the mouth of the closet and turning her body slightly so that she's muffling the sound of her giggles. She's not sure how the natives feel about pranks from Travelers but she'd rather not find out if it's unfavorable.]

[Oh, crap. Clementine quickly scrambles back with Cora, eyes wide as the boy seems to look around and ignore the door. Rather, if he tries, he'll find Clem's shadow control keeping him from opening the door, hopefully making him assume its just some locked supply cupboard. Quickly quieting down once he seemed to have heard them given she is so used to much more possibly worse consequences to getting caught back home with the walkers and other survivors.]

[They wait for the native to try the door, blink at it confused for a moment, before deciding to turn and head on his glitter covered way. Cora shifts to the wall to listen to the sound of retreating footsteps, before pulling back with a smirk.]

He's gone.

Whew. That's good. Still--that was....pretty funny. Did you see his face?

[She giggles, biting her lip and bringing a hand back up to cover her mouth. She hasn't done anything like this in years, really. Forgot how fun it was. How simple and carefree it is to just....well, act her age. She forgot all about that, dealing with survivors and the walkers back home.

But she doesn't take long to clean up either, using her shadow control.]

[Cora smiles a bit as she nods.]

Yeah, that was pretty good. I haven't done something like that since I was a kid.

[And it's been a long, long time since she actually felt like a kid.]

Yeah, it's been a couple of years for me too.

[There just wasn't much time for such things anymore, back home. But in Asgard, even with the war, she feels safer. People encourage her and worry about her not acting her age if anything, which is a far cry from the situation with the walkers. This is fun. Simple. Harmless.]

[She raises an eyebrow at that, surprised she doesn't have more time to be a kid.]

No one good enough to prank?

No, not that. There just.....wasn't really time. We were too busy traveling, trying to stay ahead of the walkers, other survivors.

[Especially once Christa started showing and needed the rest more frequently. They were too busy trying to survive to think of such things as pranks in that situation. Clementine bites her lip and looks to the side. So many people here couldn't begin to imagine her life back home. They're lucky. But there were still people like Riley who come from a similar situation and she's so cheerful nobody would ever know it. She's why Clementine is trying to rekindle this. Acting her age. Being a kid.]

[She nods a bit because that much she can understand, but she tips her head to the side at one of the words.]

Walkers?

They're...you know, zombies? Like that. Basically. Shambling around, bite people. Eat them. If we die, we're all infected so we all turn. Whether we were bit or not.

[Which....is what happens to basically everyone. They leave, get bit or they die. The groups Clementine finds temporary reprieve with are and did slowly get smaller. And probably would keep getting smaller, once she goes back home to find out what is going on again. If she does. She's not sure she would choose to, if given a choice on it.]

[Oh. Seriously? Cora's not saying she doesn't believe her because, well, werewolf, but still the mention of zombies surprises her all the same.]

So it's just something everyone carries in them? Like ... antibodies or whatever? Only ... bad.

I guess? I'm not really sure on the details. All I know is it doesn't matter whether someone is bit or not. If you die, you turn. I'm not sure if that's a factor here or not.

[But she would rather not find out, given that would mean her or Lee dying. Which would still be painful even if it isn't permanent in Asgard.]

That sucks.

[Not just the odds, but the fact that it seems like no one can just die peacefully. People don't deserve that, to become cannibalistic shadows of themselves.]

I guess being here must be a break.

It's a lot better than being back home, yeah. Even with the war going on. I still prefer this. Food, shelter, beds, hot water....and Lee is here.

[It's kind of easy to see why Clementine initially freaked out when she was told that people get brought back after dying, given her circumstances back home. And she spared Lee turning at least.]

[Cora nods a bit.]

I get that. I just don't trust the gods.

[What good is it if they can't all stay together?]

Doubt you're the only one. It's....not so much the gods. I just don't get to be with Lee anymore back home, so having him here in Asgard....it's the only chance we have to be together. I missed him.

[Which is why Asgard is both amazing and bittersweet at the same time. That having Lee around brings that constant reminder of what happened, the guilt.]

[She nods. She gets that. Having Erica and Boyd here is better than she would have expected it to be. It's the thing that she wants but she can't help but think about what the cost would be to keep it.]

I wish it was that easy for me. I have people like that here too.

[There's a pause.]

I guess I'm just used to waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Yeah. I'm hardly the only one that'd be worrying about that. What's gonna happen to them when things are over.

[But as of yet, there's no specific answer on that from the Gods. They're too busy figuring out the here and now and can't say how they might be able to negotiate things once the war is over.]

No kidding. There's always some kind of catch. Being here and getting food, water, shelter...and there's the war.

[Cora nods a bit in agreement.]

Nothing comes for free. You always have to pay somehow.

No. Always some kind of catch.

[In her experience, if something seems too good to be true? It probably is. Even if you don't realize it immediately.]

{12th Gunshot; Video}

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