( with a little bit of skillful hacking, natasha has managed to make her text show up under 'anonymous'. seems like there are a few others in Asgard who also possess this skill and she was feeling a little left out. )

do you believe that honesty is the best policy? why or why not?
under which conditions is it .. acceptable to lie? does a white lie truly exist?
the more you elaborate, the better.

( don't get the wrong idea. she isn't re-evaluating her life choices. she's too old and too set in her ways to change now. her hands are stained with the blood of too many to ever truly wash them clean and there was only one way to get out of her business - she wasn't ready to die yet. but, Natasha was questioning her decision to keep her real line of work to herself. perhaps telling a select few in Asgard could be to her advantage... )

( settling herself on a bench in front of Loki house, she was enjoying the new spring weather, after a long day of applying for jobs in various bars. Angel had inspired her to try and find a place to work, too; preferably somewhere she could learn a lot without seeming like she was listening. bartending or waitressing seemed ideal.

an idle widow tended to get into trouble, after all. )

So, this network thing's pretty cool, I have to admit. Like MySpace, only... bigger.

[ Yes, he's still from the days of MySpace. However, compared to the technology at school, Asgard's lacking.

He scratches the back of his head, unsure of what to say before he continues. ]

And I've learned a lot in the past day. [ Many terrible things to look forward to at home. However, he won't mention that now. ] Curses, gods, different worlds... Am I leaving anything out?

And, uh, I want to check something I heard. I know we get a new power while we're here.

[ It's still strange, being able to talk casually about having an ability. In his world, he was hated for being a mutant, but here... He could actually be himself. Out of everything he's experienced at Asgard, that was probably the most unbelievable. ]

But any power we might've had before... It's really true that it's gone? No way to get it back?

[ He's not asking for himself. Not really. He knows his cyrokinesis is gone, and it's a shame. He doesn't mind healing, but he misses his old ability. He'd trade back in a heartbeat.

But if Rogue arrived, she'd have a new power. He cared about her no matter what, of course, but to think that they wouldn't have to be so cautious whenever they hold hands, hug, or kiss... It's selfish to think about. He should want to return home as soon as possible, and he does. Still, he can't help but realize how nice that sounds. ]

[Greetings, Asgard. Are you ready for this devastatingly beautiful vampire? Well, he's looking fairly haggard at the moment, actually, now that he's apparently capable of - and in dire need of - resting like a human, among other things. It's clearly difficult for him to think through the exhaustion from the way he's concentrating so intently on the letter in his hands, reading it for the umpteenth time while still barely absorbing any of what's written on it. He begins to mutter to himself, the words coming out more quickly than what might be deemed normal.]

Why would any god choose me... How can I... They can't possibly ensure my happiness. They couldn't... They wouldn't. But no, that's not at all what I-

[The bracelet catches his eye and he leans in closer to inspect it, trying to recall its purpose when he's startled to realize it's on, relief that his monologue was interrupted before he said too much washing over his features before he schools them.]

I'm sorry about this, if anyone's out there watching - I've just...arrived. [That should explain his new-found technical incompetence, if nothing else. He hesitates for a long moment before seeming to lose an argument with himself, continuing on as if certain that someone were watching.]

I'm loathe to ask for such a large favor right off the bat, but given the circumstances, would anyone be willing to escort me to - [It takes a few seconds to locate the right paper.] - Freya House? I'm told I have a room there and I'm...not myself at the moment, I'm not sure I'd find it before nightfall.

[a.k.a. "Please help me before I collapse in the middle of the street." He seems to think better of something.]

I would find some way to repay you at a later date, of course.

This is an outrage! How dare you kidnap the kingly me and bring me to such a dreadful place! I demand that I be brought back to my home at once or there will be dire consequences! [There are no consequences. He just wants to make a point, and it wouldn’t be like Tamaki if he weren’t dramatic while doing so.]

I was in the middle of something very important and I will not stand being absent for one second of it! if it is money that you are after, then you may name your price. My family is extremely wealthy and they will not hesitate to pay any amount in order to make certain that I return home safely! Yes, I can almost picture the tragic sigh now! Everybody gathered around the table, worried and waiting for news of my well being. [It’s a gift, really, to be as dramatic and over the top as Tamaki is.]

I must admit, however, that I am flattered to have been chosen by the gods themselves to help them rebuild this world! In fact, with my god-like looks, who else would be a better fit for a job like this than I? Why, my looks are already heaven sent! This must be just another way of bestowing other gifts on me!

Ah, but it is almost cruel that I have been blessed with such great beauty and wealth in a world where so many have neither! It is really no wonder that anyone would desire to hold someone captive when they had the fortune to be born into such marvelous circumstances. My captors must have been awed by me and that is why they choose to capture me like this! Perhaps catching even the slightest glimpse of my wonder probably provides even the smallest satisfaction for them – it must comfort them to know that it is possible for someone like me to exist in the world, and maybe, just maybe, some of my greatness will rub off on them.


[Someone clearly has no idea what he's talking about.]

Yes, I have decided! That is exactly what must have happened and now that I know this, perhaps I may be able to rest just a little easier as I wait for this terrible punishment to end.

[Well now here is a girl, or maybe a woman, depending on how you look at her, who looks like she could be an up-and-coming Hollywood starlet, with all-American good looks and blonde wavy hair. In fact, she's a little unearthly beautiful. There's something a little unsettling about it.

She also looks pretty pissed.]

So, okay, not that I'm not glad to be out of bugfuck-middle-of-nowhere USA, but these gods or whatever could have, you know, bothered to ask.

[ TONIGHT, dear Asgardians, there is a pale young man on your feed. He seems a bit perplexed! Also slightly uncomfortable and perhaps a bit famished. Poor boy. Looks like he could use a nap, really.

EITHER WAY, he bites his lip just a bit before clearing his throat and speaking. ]

Ah, so if I'm to be correct in assuming -- this will be broadcasted across the city to each and every person who has a communicator like this? Almost like the Internet then, just in an even more prominent real time.

[ a pause, he's actually kind of nervous. BRINGING ATTENTION TO HIMSELF: not his thing ]

Right, so, I apologize for being a bother as I'm sure you've all heard this question a thousand and one times but, these Gods -- do they truly exist?

[ another pause before he lets out an 'oh!' as he remembers ]

I forgot to introduce myself -- my name is Edward Cullen and I'm new to Asgard. I'd say "thank you for having me" but I'm not sure if that's warranted just yet.

[ A slight grin before he reaches over and turns off the feed ]

((OOC 3/9: FDSJFJ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME BUT I CAN'T KEEP UP ON THE POST ANYMORE SO DROPPING THREADS ;a; let me know if you want to continue or something!!))