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[Where else was Samantha ever present in these things than when she was in her lab? It would have been a rare sight to see her anywhere else on the network. Something was bubbling in the background and an old, weathered stone statue stood in the corner looking stolid.

She grunted and looked down at some notes before glancing at the feed.]

It's been a few weeks. There's going to be a reprisal. Either from what's left of her forces if they can muster it, or Surt's going to come after us. His lot's been itching for a fight.

So, I guess the cat's a little 'out of the bag' now about some of the things I've been up to. Good. [She coughed once.] If anyone needs me for that sort of thing, give me a call, but in the meantime, I'm just going to be an eternal kill joy and get right back to work.

Poultices still need to be made. We've got supplies ready, but just in case he comes to Asgard itself, I want a plan of action. If the fight's here, we don't need to split our healer teams up like we did last month. I'm open to working with anyone who feels up to defending folks that isn't in the military in helping make sure the medics stay safe during a fight. If they go down, we could end up sunk.

So, right then. Give me a call if you want in on the fun. [Yeah, someone thought of potions as fun. She really needed to get out more.]

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Well, guess it depends on the situation. Me, I just think it's a little funny to watch.

You've got all these powerful ancient people goin' around forgettin' they can die, even though that's sorta the point of it all. [She was trying to bring about the end to all things, after all. Although really...

It may be his own bias, knowing how the original Devil met his end.]

[She snickered a little and nodded.]

No, you're right. If she hadn't hurt people I like, it would be damned close to hilarious. Gods... they're the worst about forgetting that they can die. Even if they have themselves wrapped up around fate, they pretend that nothing can truly harm them.

There's an irony in being a god. Personally, screw that. I'd never want to deal with the bs. Better to be a mortal, forgotten.

When the greats fall, they fall hard.

I gotta agree, though. Bein' a god doesn't sound worth it in the long run to me.

[Devil he may be, but judging by the convoluted plan a certain other God had put into place just to ensure his own death, it's a shared sentiment between the two. Being at the very top isn't all it's cracked up to be.]

Hey, does this look ground up right to you?

[She looked it over and nodded once.]

Two or three more grinds, get those little shreds in them and then mix in the oil. Should be ready to go in just a minute actually.

There are a lot of crap jobs in creation I'd never want. Being a god's one of them. Too much work for too little pay-off in the end, unless you really like spending your life making something work that nobody ever thanks you for doing.

[Then he'll do just that!]

Seems like it'd get kind of dull after a while, too. Even if you're just close to immortal, it's a long time to live.

I'm in no hurry to die, not after having done it enough times for a few dozen peoples' lives, but really... living forever's a mistake. You get jaded after you've been here too long. Cynical in ways even I can't hold a candle to.

...Yeah, I'll bet you would.

[He turns his focus to the task at hand for a moment, going silent as he finishes it up.]

--There, I think that ought to do it!

If I live long enough, I'll let you know. First, though, have to survive that long. [She smirked and started laying out bandages so that they could smear the mixture onto it. She showed him how much on each so none was going to waste.]

The one thing I make that always seems to run out. Something about people trying to get themselves killed.

I'll look forwards to hearin' about it.

[If he lives long enough.

But wheee bandage-making!]

I didn't realize that was such a problem around here. Then again, if you don't have to worry about goin' permanently...

It can make you like me. [She sighed and laughed.] There were times when I got too used to coming back. Sometimes it almost became like a tactic in a fight. If I knew death wouldn't stop me, it could make me a little careless.

Even though there's consequences when you die too much?

Here. [There was that rasp again.] The only consequence for me at home was the pain of waiting to be brought back, the feeling of disconnect from being alive.

Here, I think people get their head wrapped around coming back more than the problems. It's easy to feel immortal when you actually look like you are.

Scary-! You never worry you aren't gonna get brought back again?

[What a world Samantha's must be.]

As for this place... I can kinda see how people would think that way. When I came back, I was just glad I wasn't hurtin' anymore.

Well...

[She snickered softly.]

There's a little irony to this talk. I didn't really share it, but my father's dead. I can't come back from the dead at home anymore. But, no. I wasn't worried. He'd decided he needed me alive for his twisted little game, so I started taking it for granted after a while.

[Her gaze turned towards him and there was a small, curt nod.]

It's... hard to know how to feel. I'd rather you not be dead, personally... but coming back only to suffer again, I don't know how kind it is. Of course, it isn't like they're trying to make you suffer here.

[There's a pause - just a small one - before he gives a short chuckle.]

Must've been rough, getting tugged along like that. [And boy doesn't he know the feeling, even if he wasn't allowed to die in the first place.]

Guess that explains your views, though. You'd think most people would be excited, bein' able to come back from the dead. They don't have to worry so much about losin' people permanently.

... I had people take records from seven different realities, after a twisted event or two with people tearing holes in the fabric of reality. Apparently, between the eight worlds, I went insane and fell to corruption in all of the others. [A pause.] I get the feeling it might have been worse than those odds. I probably only got past my father because of the help I got.

But you're right. For most people, it feels like a blessing. The fine print's easy to miss.

[...Those are some odds. He's beyond even inquiring about alternate realities at this point.]

...Lucky you, then. You make any special friends in your version that the others didn't or somethin'?

[...Although, if alternate realities really did exist, did that mean that in some world out there, he had decided differently...?]

As for the others, I'd guess it's 'cause they have less experience with the... well, dyin' and comin' back thing.

A few. I'm pretty sure I didn't have Dusk in the other worlds... and she was one of the reasons things started to shift away from being a half-crazed demon. [There was, however, a small shake of her head.] But its not the people themselves on their own. A lot of the people I worked with were the same in one of those worlds, but I still got lost.

I'm... still not sure what was different between that world and me, other than that maybe that world was a lot more hopeless when Pixel went rogue.

Just depends on too many variables to tell, I guess.

[Kind of a pity, really, but them's the breaks. Not that it would do him any good anyhow; his future is about as set in stone as it could get, no matter who he met or what he chose.]

You're gonna have to explain those people, though. I don't think you've mentioned them before... Dusk and Pixel?

Dusk... was a good friend. [Something about the way she said 'friend' made it obvious they were more than friends.] She and I met at a tournament and, when we stopped trying to kill each other, we worked together to try and hunt the same enemies we shared.

Pixel was weird. I barely knew of him, since he was before my time. Like a living computer program. He went rogue and completely insane at one point. Started killing people without warning. We still don't really know why.

So Dusk was her name.

[He remembers hearing about her now.]

--Pixel sounds like somethin' straight out of a sci-fi movie, though. How'd he kill people if he's a program?

Well, stage name. Her real name was Riese, but that was her yeah. Pixel, though, he was able to use some sort of power to give himself a body made out of electrical current that was alive. Like you said, it was like something out of a horror flick, except he was ridiculously cute to look at. I saw him on television a couple times.

One of the weirder guys we had running around.

A ridiculously cute... program made of electricity.

Your world has some real interestin' people it sounds like.

My world is full of insanity. Honestly, I don't know what's going on half the time. It helps make something like this make a little more sense, barely.

...actually, this place is more normal.

Then your world's definitely got mine beat. This place has a lot more supernatural business goin' on than mine.

[Which isn't to say his world is devoid of it entirely, but it's certainly not to the extent of Asgard, that's for sure.]

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