[Alice can be seen washing something in the sink at Needle in a Haystack. Upon further inspection, it's the vorpal blade, along with what used to be her good apron. She's conscious enough to already have cleaned herself up, her hair still wet and Alice in a simple, white dress, that might as well be the Victorian equivalent of a nightgown. Of course the knife comes with her, at her side.

Alice hates these attacks, they leave her drained. It shows in her face, her disconnect, distance, and her eyes almost hollowed. These things certainly take a toll on her, and Alice is tired of it.]

Those who speak of sacrifice usually mean they should be made by others, but that's not the case anymore.

Or is it?

[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.]

[It takes a moment for the weary-eyed gentleman to comprehend that his bracelet - which he's put off using for long enough - is working as intended. This kind of technology isn't exactly beyond what's realistic for his world, but at the same time, he can't help but be a little uneasy with it.]

Right. I'll try to keep this brief. I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, owner of the Firefly-class transport ship Serenity. But that's neither here nor there, and I didn't come to you to regale you with thrilling tales of adventure.

[He swallows hard, contemplating his next few words.]

This place obviously ain't some quiet, peaceful little lǜzhōu. Truth be told, everything that's going on around here still confuses me somewhat. In fact, I met a very handsome fellow when I first arrived here... happened to look exactly like me.

[He pauses for a moment, and it occurs to him that he could be .]

...I ain't him, for the record.

The point is, I ain't looking to fight a war. I fought in a war before. Not an experience I'd like to repeat. That all being said, I suppose we're all in this mess together, bùshìma?

So, I've got a firearm. I happen to keep it at my side at all times. But what I don't have is ammunition, and that situation needs rectified. So, in case it all hits the fan, which of you fine folks do I talk to about that?

[OOC: shhh. you didn't see that.]

How exciting. [sarcastically.]

Not only Have I witnessed Cymry Roman legions pass through my homeland off to fight off invaders and Niall of the Nine Hostages' own flesh and blood fight over the kingship of Tara, I get to see a war again. Led by gods, is it? Druids, let alone ovates don't partake in war, but I've always been different.

It will be interesting to see, won't it? Especially in a land where death doesn't seem to stick long enough.

But already... I'm tired of it.

[ooc; links are naturally references.]

Good morning, Asgard. To the new entries of this period, my name is Hanako Ikezawa and I'm from Sigyn.

[ Hanako doesn't sound too cheerful, but she feels way better than the wreck she used to be a few days ago. Even so, it's still gratingly different than her previous post in which she even used the video feature, a rare occurence, courtesy of her great mood.

There's the light patting noise of rain hitting the window of her room. ]

After the happenings of over a week ago, I was thinking of replanting some trees and flowers in Gefion park. I could do it by myself with my powers, but if you'd like to contribute, please don't hesitate coming over. I'll be there tomorrow for the whole afternoon.

[ Pausing for a moment. ] To Euri-san, and everyone else who was interested... As for the Nightlight club's first meeting... I was thinking to set it the day after tomorrow, in the Tea Room at the Library, 3 PM at the earliest. I'm sorry for the stunning delay, but the recent happenings heavily influenced it. I hope the meeting will be culturally fruitful.

Thank you for your time.

[ After that... last piece of booksmart wording, she shuts the feed off. ]

[...It hasn't been that long since he last said something over the network but.

But this is important!

Senji is sitting there, arms crossed, looking absolutely.... annoyed. Why? There was a crow on his shoulder.]

.....Oi.

[The crow flew to his head. Pecking at his spiky hair.]

Oi.... how the fuck.... do you get rid of a damn bird that won't go away? This is seriously.... [CAW CAW goes the crow.]

This is seriously fucked up. Way too ironic if you ask me.... I'm... supposed to be Crow!

[CAW :V]

Greetings everyone!

My name is Shino Amakusa. It's come to my attention that some people around here don't attend school. As the president of a Student Council, I can't let that stand. Unfortunately, I can't run a school on my own and neither can anyone else my age.

So, in it's place, I'll be remaking a new Student Council! It'll be the Asgard Student Council, of course. With myself and Aria, we have two members. A proper club should have at least five but we can take on a lot more.

As a Student Council, our creed will be to get everyone interested in taking part in the activities this place has to offer! Not only that but we'll help out others with their problems and jobs. Because it's a club that helps out others, I don't expect a lot of volunteers but I'll be pleased with everyone who wishes to join.

All that I ask is you fill out a small survey and post it here and I can accept you as a full member.


For females...
<b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Height:</b> <b>How many languages can you speak and what are they?:</b> <b>Favorite activity:</b> <b>How would you contribute to the Student Council?:</b> <b>If you could make one rule for everyone to follow, what would it be?:</b>


For males... [Warning: this one is a bit work inappropriate]
<b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Height:</b> <b>S or M:</b> <b>Your favorite position in bed:</b> <b>Do you plan on having a harem?:</b> <b>How extensive is your collection of porn?:</b> <b>What is your ideal body type?:</b>

Thanks for your time and triple thanks to anyone who volunteers.