You know, if I was a god, I'd really be a lot more picky when it came to the selection process.  I mean, really, as productive as talking about wedding cakes, unscrambling word puzzles, and making lists is, I think I'd be better off reeling in bunch of trained monkeys.  They be more productive and generally more pleasant to be around.  

No offense.

But I guess instead, these gods are going to settle for mutant children and unruly teenagers.  

Good luck making use of that for your relief efforts.  Maybe the flooding was punishment for the lack of total competency in this place.

Also.  I have an important question.  Do the gods here take human sacrifices?  That might help with the supply shortage problem.  Also the annoying surplus of orphans.

[ ....








Again.

That same expression. Those same eyes. So very wide. Bright. Curious. There. She's here. Again.

Amy Pond is back. ]

Oh, brill'.

[ A sigh. Let's go through the drill: ] Skin and bones with the nose? Bowtie? [ This is where you say 'polo.' ]

[ When Amy starts up the video, it's pretty obvious that she's just dying to share something. She keeps her composure though, her little secret isn't ready to be revealed just yet. For now she'll keep it quiet and ask the question she really has been meaning to for a while. ]

Well, hello Asgard. I've never properly introduced myself, but for those of you I haven't met, I'm Amy. Relatively new, somehow still relatively well-known - apparently there was another me before? I don't know. Anyway point is - [ She takes a moment to smirk at someone out of view, but quickly clears her throat and continue. ] Jobs are kind of important, you know. Can't freeload forever, so consider this my way of introducing and marking my interest, all in one.

[ She really can't keep it quiet any longer though, so as soon as the business end of things is out of the way she gets a big, sly grin on her face. Continuing in the most fakely nonchalant voice known to mankind, she shrugs casually as she adds: ]

Oh, and before I forget, I've got a little surprise for you all too.

[ Cue the video adjusting slightly to show another person sitting beside her - the exact same person, to be specific. She laughs slightly as she looks at the other Amy, then tips her head towards the video. ] Asgard, meet the other me. I suppose one just wasn't enough. Say hello, me.

[Amy #2 but don't actually call her that :|a has been waiting impatiently just off screen. Ever since she'd discovered the other her and that it wasn't just some kind of trick, they'd been sharing stories and really getting to know each other. As well as one can know themselves. When it's finally time, she pops on screen all full of energy. She does a happy little wave to everyone out there.]

Hello.

[She bounces a little bit.] Isn't this cool? In my opinion, one was never enough. And now you've got two! [She looks at her other self and grins. Two is definitely better than one.]



((ooc: regular asgard amy (codenamelegs) is in red, and visitor amy (oncefairytale) is in blue! Replies can and definitely will come from both - prepare to be confused, Asgard!))

[Someone doesn't look happy. He glares right at the bracelet for just a second before launching into his speech, tiredly putting on his best attempt at a neutral face. He might even sound happy at points, but there's something forced about it.]

I've been told that our dead from the past few days should've popped right back up by now. A few of you have, as far as I can see. Good for you. Try not to get killed next time.

But that's not what this is about. As it turns out, there's a glitch in the system. Someone's slipped through the cracks. When all you lot came stumbling back into the light, a lovely girl by the name of Rose Marion Tyler should've been right there with you---blonde, crooked smile, far too prone to wandering off.

[Any traces of joviality abruptly disappear. He glares straight through the bracelet.]

She wasn't there.

Tell me anything you know about what might be wrong, and how I can go about finding her.

[With one last glare at the bracelet, he clicks it off.]

[ The moment the Doctor gets back into the city, he turns on the bracelet to, well. Announce his return. Except the moment it's started recording he seems to remember something, and instead he starts patting himself down, runs his tongue over his teeth and touches his chin and his nose and runs his fingers through his hair.

His hair which... isn't the same colour it usually is. But, naturally, he doesn't know that.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Doctor has ended up ginger. Temporarily, but he sure is ginger. ]

I still have the same body. Same chin, same nose, same teeth, same height, same everything. I died and I didn't change!

That is weird.

[ And he laughs, because it really is, and he starts walking about and basically doing... all sorts of things with his arms and legs, hopping and jumping and waving his hands. Because it sure feels exactly the same.

After a few moments of that, he starts talking. ]

Hello, everyone, I'm back! Did you miss me?

[ Before he ends the feed, he spreads his arms with a grin. ]

[ The video opens in a way that one could consider sudden. There is a feel that nothing planned nor expected about the feed that opens, given that the face that appears rears back in shock at its appearance and the resulting recoil has the screen waggling about at strange and dizzying angles. For a moment there's an awkward silence as the scruffy fellow shown to be making use of his bracelet for the first time stares in wonder — before he breaks into a grin that spreads quite nearly ear to ear. ]

It truly is magic!

[ He moves backwards and the screen naturally follows, earning a raise of eyebrows... before he feints sharply to the right, then to the left, laughing joyously as it manages to keep up. ]

Even Gandalf could not create something so fantastical as this! And the maid, she has told me that this speaks to all the residents of this strange city?

[ He's already poking at the buttons surrounding his screen as he speaks, naturally at random; he doesn't have the hang of this bizarre written word at all and probably wouldn't bother to read any of it even if he could. At one point the video blacks out and becomes audio-only, then video again, then zooms in close, then back out. Satisfied that he has clearly mastered this mystical contraption, the young dwarf finally puffs up his chest and raises his chin with a smirk. ]

Kili, at your service.

[ His fists clench together, the smirk pulling wide into a cocky grin. ]

While it comes to no surprise to me that a son of the line of Durin has been called upon to serve beneath the banner of the gods themselves, it is truly an honor to stand amongst what I expect to be the greatest warriors of our worlds and to fight alongside one another as—

[ The dramatic clench of his hands does in the rest of whatever he'd planned to go on about; fists come down to table, bracelet strikes corner and the video is unceremoniously ended. Hello, Asgard. Your new village idiot has arrived. ]

[Alice looks at the screen and then claps her hand in joy.]

Oh I've done it! Oh how wonderfully splendid! [Alice examines the screen very closely.] Curiouser and curiouser! [She mumbled to herself.] I've not ever seen anything like it before! And to think, all I did was press the jewel! I've never known any sort of bracelet to do such a thing before. Or... well anything like this before. It's like a mirror! Oh but! The most curious mirror I've ever seen. Perhaps mirror is not correct... Now if it isn't a mirror, what would I call it. A window doesn't seem right though I can touch it like one. [She hmmed softly before pulling back.]

Now let's see! [She touches the screen and watches as it follows her around.] So many little squares and sorts! Whatever do they do? [Alice was unaware she had started recording her actions, instead trying to understand the bracelet. Lessons by gray people were all well and good when little girls actually listened to them. She pressed another button on the screen.] Look at all the names! [She whispers as she just reads everything. She moves to try and look under the touchscreen but said screen just follows her movement.] And there were all those people on it before... how do I get back to the little people in the boxes?

How peculiar! I do so wonder what this all does. [She tilts her head.] Now, if I were to press this-

[She cuts her feed.]

--and, there! It’s recording.

[ The Doctor has a beaming smile on his face where he’s practically buried his face into the TARDIS’s hair. Might or might not be on purpose but, really, it’s pretty much impossible to tell because her hair is. Rather big. His chin is on her shoulder too, and he raises a hand to wriggle his fingers in a wave at the camera. ]

Hello, Asgard! Do I have news for you. Meet... the TARDIS.

[ He even kisses her cheek because he’s just incredibly happy to have her there and he’s spent two whole days pretty much glued to her side. ]

[The woman, the box, the TARDIS does not seem to mind that there’s a Doctor shaped attachment suddenly grafted to her and invading what most people consider personal space.]

Hello, I’m Sexy.

[Whoops, sorry Doctor but she’s announcing herself with the name you gave her - embarrassing or not.]

[ And that gets him pulling away a bit, one arm flailing and he’s definitely suddenly looking decidedly. Awkward. And, yes, embarrassed. Because, wow.

He said “only when we’re alone” to her, but now she’s just sticking to it anyway. Guess he sort of has himself to blame for that, maybe, but. Uhm. ]

We really need to talk about that name.

[Oh my, he’s gone all flaily on her and she looks over at him a little bit offended.]

You said it was my name, what can there possibly be to talk about?

Well. Because...

[ He lowers his voice, so it’s just barely audible. He probably meant it not to be. Oops? ]

It’s supposed to be private.

[A flash of confusion crosses her face. Why was he whispering? She does not adopt his soft voice.]

Yes you said that before, dear, but then you said it was my name.

[ Damn it, Sexy. You’re lucky he loves you so much. ]

Yes, when you reminded me we were alone. I never really... talk to you much otherwise. I. Use... I use “dear” around others! But that’s even less of a name...

[ Well, this is a problem. His forehead scrunches together, lips pursed. Hm.

Pause. ]

Ah, well, it’s already done. Not so private anymore.

[ S i g h. ]

You let me use it when the Orangey girl and the Pretty one was there. I don’t understand why it would have changed in the last three hundred years. Unless you don’t consider my new console sexy. You were the one who changed it.

[Ah. Wait. He doesn’t know about that yet, does he?]




I. Haven’t yet.

--but I’m sure it still is! Ah. Anyway. That’s... about it, I think. Sexy it is.

[ Now if you’ll excuse him he’ll end the recording there and go gather himself together a bit. Welp. ]

( Locked to the Who cast and Pyro )

((OOC: It's a good idea to change font colours kjshddg the Doctor is black and the TARDIS is blue - of course - and they'll both be responding. This is one of those THREADJACK AWAY posts. Also, cast and such, I'll make some sort of OOC gathering or organising-y thing for this like. Tomorrow. Hopefully. Aha. To check who'll join in and such. YES.

It might be a bit of a short notice I guess?? I've been slacking on it a bit oops sorry. But backtagging is totally fine, right? So no need to feel any rush about it. Ahaha...))

[ There isn't much to see in the beginning. A few stray chestnut curls, the purple bodice of a dress that was probably once quite glamorous, but is now stained and dusty. This technology is all new to Aurora, and it's a minute or two before she manages to center the thing on her face. Her eyes are ringed by dark shadows that don't so much hint at her lack of sleep as they do blatantly advertise it, and her mouth is set in a thin line ]

I'll admit, the furnishings are much nicer than the last time, but a captive is a captive no matter the decor. You stand to gain very little from my presence here, but I'm sure you've already realized that

[ Because no matter what that letter says, or what she's been told, aurora is still convinced she knows exactly who's responsible for this ]

Your servant performed her role admirably. Tell me, did you pluck her heart out as easily as all the others?

[ There may be just a hint of bitternesss in her voice (Ok, more than a hint) but she can't really be blamed for that ]

In any case, I find it difficult to believe anything she said. If there's a way to bring me here, and without even the slightest warning, then surely you can send me home the same way.

[ when the screen turns on, the man on the other end looks more exasperated than anything else. mildly annoyed, perhaps. like this is all just a big inconvenience to him that he'll surely be over and done with soon. right? that's how these things usually work, anyway. ]

Okay. I've been around the block, even been to hell dimension once or twice.

[ actually probably more than that, but who's counting? ]

But this... This is new. I mean, sort of new. Actually, now that I think about it, the details are different, but it's actually pretty similar to that one time I... [ oh wait, getting sidetracked. ] Never mind. The point is, I'm not interested. I've gotta get back to my city and to my people... last I saw of them, I'm pretty sure they were being plunged into hell. Literally.

[ a pause as he thinks for a moment... ] Alright, when I put it like that, maybe I'd actually rather stay right here. { sigh. ] But I can't do that. There was a dragon, you see? Flying around in the sky, acting like a dragon flying around my city is perfectly normal and acceptable. It's not. So I need to do something about that. Like, right now.

So... sending me back yet? Yes? No? [ he'll just... wait. hopefully. somebody please get back to him on this. ]

I DID IT!

[ Back up, Amy Pond screaming into the screen! It's shaking and she's trembling and her hair is very wild and her eyes are bursting with excitement—a quick breather would do her some good, but it continues with a documentary style movement. There's the echoing of her steps and some shuffling. Papers, pencils, clacking and snapping on the ground.

She clears her throat, patting her chest. And swallows. ]

I did it, I made this, I—

[ An apple. She shows the screen... an apple. Carved with a smile. God, it's tiny. Sort of deformed; mutated. A brief moment later and she knocks it on the table. It sounds awfully hard. Like a rock? ]

Okay, close enough to the real thing, but I did it! I—




Doctor, are you listening? [ Did she filter this right? ]

[ You really aren't going to get much out of him this time. Just this face because he completely means what he's about to say and he wants it to set people off. ]

Well, that battle could have stood to be bloodier, eh?

[It's roughly noon. The armies are staring each other down across a field of mud and gravel and blood. It's clear that Asgard and their allies are heavily battered down, suffering from heavy losses and damaged morale. It feels like today is the last day. It seems like there's no chance that anything but the end of the world could come today.

Then a video feed starts on the network, surveying the view from a high vantage point. Freyr isn't on screen, but he's close enough to speak and be heard clearly. But even if he weren't close he'd still be heard. There's a convenient little spell projecting his voice all across his side of the battlefield and through the city itself. It's a stern voice, tense and short instead of the gentle, patient attitude he usually shows.]

Sound the retreat. Get all living things within the city walls. Abandon that which cannot be swiftly carried. Now.

[The video continues in silence while his orders are spread through the forces and followed. It takes little more than ten minutes to move everyone inside at an ordered dash. Supply wagons and tents are left in the field and people and animals are removed until all that remains is ghost town of a camp. Small groups of enemies that try to chase are quickly and efficiently deterred by fire from the flying ship, and eventually all are safe inside.

He wants this recorded. It's more than just to be sure his announcement is heard -- he wants to be sure no one forgets how close they were and how important this battle was. His ship maneuvers to the center of the field, and he takes a graceful leap to the ground just yards from the enemy front lines. At that point, he begins to glow.]

...Do not doubt that all of you would have died this day. This is not a game. It's not a trick. Everyone and everything you love is and has been riding on this. I'm sure, even now, that the war will not end. You will all have to continue to fight, and for that you have my sincerest apologies. You also have my sincerest faith. I have never seen hearts so strong as those who stand for what they believe in when they are so far from home. Whether you hate us or not that remains true. I am sure you will triumph in the end.

Thus, I am honored to have observed true beauty in all of you. Thank you and good luck.

[His voice wavers by the time he's done. He'd like to be emotional, but showing fear and regret won't help anyone and so he holds it in.

It's a distant angle, but the video might just catch a hint of a solemn smile. Then, with a flash like a bomb the view goes white and then blinks out. After that anyone looking out past the gates will see a wide, shallow scar on the land, stretching from just feet away from the city walls to what used to be a point three quarters of the way into the enemy army. In that place, nothing remains but rock-solid round covered in a layer of fine white dust. Not even a bit of metal or a single plant mars that flat surface. For a moment anyone in Freyr house will have their powers flicker off, then back on within a few seconds.

But the enemy is decimated, and shows no signs of coming close again.]


[ooc note: That's it for actual plot events! The enemy army will stay at a distance the rest of this IC day (tonight and tomorrow), and will leave in the morning (Nov 16). There will be another NPC post on the 17th, but other than that from this point on is just cleanup. Characters who died will return on the 17th! Thank you for playing!

Oh and P.S. you can get comments from the other gods, so do feel free to respond to this post to talk to them or just to talk to each other. Threadjacking is A+! It is a free-for-all in this post, even for quick action threads.]

So.

Kissogram, not very ideal for a paying occupation, am I right?

[ Hello, you are now having a conversation with Miss Scottish. ]

I don't know about you, but putting myself out there is much better than money-mooching off Rory. [ A pause. ] I was kidding by the way, these lips are married.

Writing is a thing. Arts... and crafts is a thing. [ She crinkles her nose. It's better not to mention most of them were of the Doctor variation, an embarrassment she easily can hide worlds away from home.

Thank goodness there have been very little people who have seen her room— Rory has been victim to much more than that. Bless the bird-nosed man. ] Job help would be nice.

[The feed opens to show Watson sitting in the office of his clinic. It's clearly the end of the working day for him; he's seated at his desk, peeling off his gloves. He nods briskly towards the camera, beginning his message.]

As many of you know, the first of what I hope will be many first-aid meetings was held here at the clinic some days ago. I would like to thank once again everyone who came out, whether they were volunteer, teacher or student. We'll be holding another session soon. After talking to Castiel, the next will be focused on magical healing and will be mostly under his direction. Again, all are welcome, no matter their level of expertise.

In addition, I was wondering if I could persuade my fellow medical professionals to join me at the clinic tomorrow evening for a discussion. Nothing too arduous. I should like us to meet, introduce our methods, the practices of our worlds, what resources we have available in Asgard. This will allow us to make plans for another crisis like the one we so recently -- No Gladstone! Bad. Bad dog.

[Watson starts out of his chair so rapidly that the bracelet is jarred, sliding over to show Watson snatching a hideous blue and brown striped thing up, and winding it around his neck, scolding as he does.]

Mary's scarf is not a toy ... Wouldn't put it past him to train you to steal the scarf ...

[The unseen would-be thief whines piteously and Watson huffs, his annoyed expression quickly shifting into rueful amusement.] I swear you're nothing but an overgrown puppy ... Guard dog my hat. All right then.

[Watson bends to scoop up the culprit, a rather rotund bull dog, who looks inordinately happy as it surveys the room from its new height. Snorting at the dog's expression, Watson ruffles its ears with his free hand before drawing his cane from its stand to poke the bracelet into a better recording position.]

My apologies. [He doesn't not appear apologetic.] I believe I was outlining plans for a meeting of medical professionals. We'd have it here at the clinic, over dinner -- very civilised. For our purposes, medical professional is used rather loosely -- Miss Grey has already agreed to attend and Miss Taverna and Mr Malfoy, I hope you'll do the same. I should also like to invite high-level practioners of Sigyn's Healing gift, and both of Heimdall's powers, as well as any of Baldr with the power of Regeneration to attend. Finally, I'd like to extend the invitation to those nominated to lead the district watches as well as Mr Pendragon and Mr Merlin, I believe? [Things you never thought you'd find yourself saying.] Yes. Well. RSVP, if you would -- we need to know how many to cater for.

[And with a crisp bow, no less businesslike for the bull dog, tongue lolling out happily as he observes all this, Watson uses his cane to end the feed.]

[ The recording starts just as a door closes behind two faces that should be plenty familiar by now, unless you’re brand new. The Doctor still has that fez, and this time he’s pretty much shuttlecocking it between his hands. ]

Hello, Asgard! Amy, Rory, Oswin. Me and Aladdin here have just been to the tailor. Or, well, a tailor. Because Aladdin here thinks that I have the right to a fez, so he was so kind as to take me there so I can stock up. He’s quickly gaining points, you know. Don’t want him to get ahead of you, do you?

[ He’s just joking, really, because he loves Amy and Rory so dearly, and Oswin is very much getting there. The grin is nothing but light, easy, and he drops the fez onto Aladdin’s head because new best friend.

Except not really, but yes. ]

Hello, everyone! Ms. Amy, Mr. Rory, and Mr. Oswin. You shouldn’t be mean to the Doctor like that. If you even think about messing with these one, you’ll be paying for it!

I don’t understand why you would get rid of a perfect good tarboosh...I mean fez.

[He’s pouting angrily at you all. It doesn’t last for long as he remember what else happen at the tailor.]

Yes, after we showed the tailor he was really excited about it. He says he’ll probably sell them as a regular item now.

[ The Doctor leans in, lowering his voice a bit but it’s still very much audible. ]

Oswin’s a girl.

[ And then he straightens back up. ]

So, you see! Fezzes are cool. Tailors know.

[He blinks for a second before turning to the man, he lowers his voice as well.]

Oh, it just sounds like a man’s name.

[He looks back, he doesn't appear to be too sorry for that mistake.]

Fezzes are cool, now everyone has a chance to get one!

((OOC: The Doctor is blue, Aladdin is red.))

[Today, Loki is addressing the populace again, from the comfort of his little office presumably in the castle.

But he is not doing so alone. This time, everyone might have to check their blood alcohol levels, as his complete mirror image is with him.]

So, about those animals. Not our fault. This guy thought it was a good idea to fuck around in war time.

But now we’ve got it sorted out and he’s going to help us not die. Conveniently for everyone, this means you can still go shopping for fancy clothes and computers in Utgard. It also means we have one less gate to worry about having breached. Hopefully.

[“This guy”, lurking somewhere behind Asgard’s Loki, gives a cheerful shrug.]

What can I say? Some of you got very nice, useful gifts out of it. Think of it as your friendly neighbor giving you a hand with your wartime shopping.

That’s like kicking someone in their broken leg and giving them a copper. Not even I think that’s funny.

You had a shit sense of humor to begin with. That isn’t my fault.

I had wittier influences. Satire above belching, brother.

If that’s what you want to believe. Your influences haven’t been doing their job if they let you post this monstrosity. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, but I was obviously wrong. Your art’s even shittier than your humor. [He’s embarrassed for you.]

It’s called mocking. I didn’t leave cow pies everywhere. And this is an irrelevant subject for a public address.

A public address to show me off. How flattering. [He gives his twin a look.] Are we done here?

Done enough. Your face is nice enough to look at but I’m sure they tire of your personality.

So anyway, things are going to blow up at any time, we’d like a little help keeping an eye out. Pick a god, but if any of you have time, we’d like a Watch organized in every district. No fighting, just keeping an eye out for trouble. And if you want to help the war medics or the engineers and builders, talk to the elves. That’s about it for now.

[Asgard’s Loki sighs -- but then he pauses, as if he remembered something, and grins.]

But before we go, I believe there’s a pretty girl out there that I owe something to. This is for you, sweetheart.

[And with that he turns and decks his twin.]


[ooc: Asgard!Loki & Utgard!Loki. The OOC post with the leader positions for groups will be up later today!]

[Castiel is feeling much better and is essentially back to normal, so he's returned to video posts to ramble on at the populace about nerd issues.]

I have finished a compilation of the powers and what they are capable of at different levels of strength. Many of the powers there is little information available for, so if any of those who possess any lacking in details in this guide are willing to share what they know, it would be appreciated.

[And there is a file attachment of powers.txt available for download. After doing that, he glances at the screen and looks like he's cutting the feed, but he's actually setting a filter.]

[Filtered AWAY from TFW house/the SPN cast]

I meant to ask this some time ago, but there have been several distractions since then. However, I need to learn to fight more competently without a weapon. I am used to using my sword, or a gun, but there are times when neither is appropriate or available.

I can provide compensation if necessary for anyone willing to teach me.

[And now he ends the feed for real.]

Right. Magic communications system activate.

[The feed flicks on to show a young girl in a red dress. She's young, early twenties at the latest, and she has a big smile on her face. As though this entire situation is highly entertaining.]

Oh, there it goes. So easy it's almost boring. I suppose I can't modify it either.

[She shakes her head, amused.]

So. Gods. Gods and magic in a dying world. Normally I'm a skeptic but there's little room for disbelief here. Though, I must say they're a little desperate for Gods if they're picking up dead girls to do their bidding. Is everyone here dead or is that just a personal problem? Also human again, that's nice. Sure did miss doing my hair.

[A cough.]

Anyway, suppose this is where I drop an introduction to my new world saving friends, isn't it? Oswin Oswald. Girl genius, rather sexy, now part of Odin's house. Also Junior Entertainment Manager on the luxury starliner The Alaska. Well former. Ship crash ended that job. There! Introduced.

[She moves to turn off the feed before pausing.]

Oh yes. And if you've seen a man with floppy hair, terrible fashion, and an impressive chin and his pal with the nose. Tell him I'm here and waiting.

So the elves of Álfheim have proclaimed their allegiance to the gods of Asgard. [ a deliberate pause; he doubts the same thought (doubt) has occurred to many, but if there's a chance that he can help plant it—. ] I admit, that leaves me wondering as to the allegiances of the other realms; this world is far more than Asgard and Utgard and Thrymheim. [ a touch of wry amusement. he pauses, gaze flickering downwards momentarily — one might assume it's out of thought, but he knows what he wants to say and how, and as such, the pause, the appearance is exactly that: for appearances. ] Svartálfheim, Vanaheim, Nidavellir, Muspelheim—. [ a beat and a shrug. ] If the gods of Asgard are so truly bent on circumventing this war, in defeating the giants before they've a chance to be defeated themselves, I suspect we'll find that they'll be scrambling about between themselves in search of trust and allies. We've already been told that the horrors recently visited upon the city were part of an attack. If emotions are the foundation of Asgard, where we will be placed when the gods seek to right perceived wrongs? When defence and prevention becomes not the preserve of Asgard alone, and offence is considered the only answer left.

[ despite his words, loki looks relatively unconcerned, and it's a prelude to his next point: ]

Aladdin's recent announcement as to the discovery of our ability to use the innate power of Asgard, of Yggdrasil has given me thought, along with [ a slight twitch of his lips. ] the Doctor's query as to how one might travel between the realms and universes. Whilst Odin [ a touch of bitterness ] might seek to portray otherwise, the Æsir aren't the only beings with the power to travel between the two. The magic of Svartálfheim, the access to the doorway between realms may be beyond our reach, but if rune magic is not—. [ a smile and an audible exhale (satisfied). ]

It's perhaps for the best that the Norn are without alliances. Should we not too take inspiration from independence?

[ loki moves as if to end the feed but stops suddenly, a look of thought briefly passing across his features. ] —Arya, Caterina, the Pevensie siblings: I intend on travelling as soon as circumstances allow. If you wish to be kept abreast, do let me know.

( ooc: anyone else wanting to get involved with loki's schemes (one + two) can ofc still do so! it's never too late x( )