[ lovely evening, isn't it? moon shining, wind howling. bit cold outside, which is probably why your windows are closed right now. you're probably either in bed or getting ready to be in bed. dog-earing that last page of your novel, doing your stretches, putting curlers in your hair or whatever it is you do to prepare you for your land of sleep and dreams and whatnot. and that's just the way it should be, even in the land of Hel, because even Hellions need their sleep, right--

well, wrong.

because guess who just... opened... your window.

a heavy footfall on your on your windowsill, unannounced. a maniacal grin. the masked man leaning into your room doesn't look friendly, and neither does that giant sword on his back. surprais. hope he didn't interrupt your peaceful night or anything, but he's a man on a mission, and you don't mess with men on missions. have a cheshire grin, even as he bows, flourished, mocking. ]

So, sorry to drop in unannounced, but I was afraid you wouldn't be home otherwise. Hope I didn't interrupt anything pressing-- [ a pause. ] Oh, but on second thought, I hope I did! It would make this dull night far more entertaining.

[ leaning into your room, now-- ] Of course, I'm not here for a mere social visit. There are few questions that I'm sure you feel compelled to answer in due time.

[ grinnnnn. he draws himself up, slit-like eyes peering out from behind the mask. ] Well? Shall we get tonight's entertainment underway?



[ ooc: so, berthier is searching for... kaz... and because he doesn't know he's searching for kaz, he's barging into rooms in Hel during the evening and sneering at people until he gets answers. for residents of Hel, feel free to assume that he barged into your character's room and react accordingly-- or conversely, feel free to assume he didn't barge into your character's room, if you don't want to deal with this maniac. he skipped a lot of rooms because he got bored.

for those people whose rooms he's hit up-- he won't hurt anyone unless you pull a knife out on him or something, and even then, he'll most likely just be fooling around. he'll just troll a little, sneer a little, ask a few questions, possibly wave his sword around a little, and then he'll leave (and he'll leave the window open, the bastard).

and if you're kaz? well. c': ]

▸▸ VIDEO

【 someone looks thoughtful -- or bored, depending on how you look at it since lucille's resting his chin on a hand, staring at some far off place. 】

So I have one question that is once more completely unrelated to this world, the gods and everything else in between.

【 a pause. a very long, thoughtful and pregnant pause. and then -- 】

How do you deal with -- 【 clingy? true. possessive? pretty much. batshit? ding ding ding we have a winner! 】 -- a demanding ex-lover?

【 another pause. 】

Well, not exactly an ex-lover but something similar only not really. Or a companion! A demanding companion or partner. 【 aha aha aha. 】 At least one of you should have experience with it, right?

[ when the feed opens, it's to cacophony. there's an overwhelming burst of sound, as though someone had just flicked the on switch on a turbo engine.

it's not until a few seconds later that you'd realize the sound is actually from an organ: a keening, maddening sound. as the video feed jostles along, showing snippets of movement, of organ pipes, of gloved hands and quick fingers-- the viewer soon realizes that the wrist that the feed is attached to is the one playing that harsh, heart-wrenching keening it calls music.

it's destructively melodious and heart-breakingly beautiful. and it stops as abruptly as it begins. the feed lifts itself to reveal the face of a masked man, grin wide, wide, wide. ]

I took the liberty of tuning this organ for all of you. Yes, the quality of sound has become so much more enjoyable, wouldn't you say? Hm? Shall we have a little concert right here and then?

[ ah, it's that grin again. ] Too bad, my services don't come for cheap.

[ somehow, it's clear that he doesn't mean music in the least. then, however, his expression seems to morph, as masked as it is. he leans into the screen, contemplative, before smiling a smile that's all teeth. ]

Lucille.

[ his lips curl. ]

So here's where you ended up after all this time. I haven't seen heads or tails of that pretty little head of yours since I got here. Did you think you could hide forever?

[ his fingers come down on the organ again. the screen blurs. the organ cries. ] Oh, that's just rich. I think I shall play a funeral march for you. After all that's been done, it's the only song that best sings your name!

[ laughter, mad. a funeral march plays on, heart-wrenching, until the feed dies on its own accord. ]

[A soft calming melody can be heard from Draupnir’s outdoor stage and anyone that has their communicator on.

Aladdin had been exploring the town earlier but all the gray was getting to him. He decided he needed a good pick me up. Sadly he couldn’t spot any pretty girls around and Alibaba already told he couldn’t use all his money on food. Saying something about how all of it would be gone in a day if he did.

As he ponder what to do he spotted the Draupnir and decided to practice a bit of his new powers while taking his mind off his current problems. The minute he put the golden flute to his lips everything, seem to melt away.]

((OOC; Just a heads up Aladdin has the power of bardic influence.))