Entries tagged with evelyn carnahan

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[Today Riley can be found hanging out in the back of Needle in a Haystack. She's sitting on top of a pile of boxes, leaning back on one hand as she smiles at the recording she's making. Today she's feeling pretty good about things. Especially about the thing she wants to ask about.]

Okay so people in the past of my world used to celebrate birthdays a lot. They apparently had parties and all that to go "whoo hoo! I lived to see another year!" Now, where I'm from we've pretty much lost that because, well, reasons.

[She shrugs like "Apocalypse. What are you gonna do?"]

But here's a question for all of you. How do you celebrate your birthdays? Parties? Presents? Food? Nothing? I wanna know because I want to know all that stuff that I've been missing out on all these years because like hell was anyone going to be celebrating the grand existence of me. Even if they totally should have.

[That makes her laugh a little.]

Tell me about your birthday stuff. It's time to share again!

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NPC POST - VIDEO

[ This is Odin's first real public appearance since the martial law was first instated, an intentional move after the whole traitor fiasco, and despite his standard crisp black suit and ramrod straight posture, the King of Asgard is still looking a little rough around the edges. A muscle jumps in his jaw right before he begins speaking. ]

There's a decision to be made. You handled the last with a surprising amount of grace and reason, and for your hand in both getting us to this point and in the war at large, we'll give you say in this one as well.

You returned from Mimisbrunnr with the information we needed to recover Tyr's soul from Thiazi's grasp, but we've been waiting for the right moment. We need to be prepared, because as soon as we make our move, she's going to know, and she's going to be pissed.

[ At least for that much, he almost looks pleased, insofar as the only change in his demeanor being a sort of fire in his eyes. It's short lived. ]

So. Before we perform the ritual, we need to decide what to do with Tyr's soul once we have it. This is where you come in. My colleagues and I will be around to answer any questions you might have, but seeing as this is a largely personal matter for many of us, I'll remind you lot to either keep it professional or keep it to yourself.

[ Looking @ u, Freyr and Loki and any other bleeding hearts in the audience. ]

We need to act fast, so you have until sundown. And one last word of caution - [ As personal as Odin will get for this post, with an imperceptible glare. ] - do not take this lightly.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the IC discussion regarding whether or not to resurrect Tyr! The poll is still open until Oct. 16 at 11:59PM CST, so hash things out and make sure to vote!! Let us know if you have any questions or if you'd like to request an NPC in specific for your thread! ]

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oo1 ♠audio♠ 521 @ 0419 🚬

[ Dead air. ]

Now.. how does.. [ beep. ] Uh...

[ Dead air for three minutes. ]

God-damn-it!

Okay -- Hullo? [ He's got the audio working again! ]

Look, if you can hear me.. anyone.. My name's DeWitt, listen.. I don't know what kind of business this place thinks I can handle but this whole fighting a war of the gods and energy sharing thing isn't really something I'm familiar with.

Now.. [ beep; Booker accidentally activated the video function and Asgard gets a quick view of his 1910s brown shoes. The broadcast was soon back on audio only. ] If someone could just.. give me a few pointers I'd be appreciative.

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five glyphs // text // day 517

[The name that accompanies the message is now Evelyn O'Connell, not Evelyn Carnahan, but otherwise, the writing style might be familiar.]

Are there any documents available for briefing oneself on what has happened within Asgard lately? The network is, of course, available, but as I am not sure how long I have been away by Asgard's mark, it may prove unwieldy.

Additionally, are classes still being held?

If there is anything else one ought to know upon arrival these days, I would be obliged if you would inform me.

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001 | Voice

[Steve's voice sounds clear and well rehearsed as he speaks into his bracelet, as if he had actually planned the speech before hand to avoid stumbling on his words. Which...he'll never admit to.]

This may sound strange, but I was wondering if anyone is at all skilled in sewing. I have something that needs patching up, but the damage is more than I'm able to fix myself. I would really appreciate it if someone would help me out. I'm willing to pay for the work, of course.

[This is a task he's been putting off, but as things move closer and closer to total warfare, he figures now is as good a time as any to have his uniform patched up.]

...If anyone has any tips on getting out blood stains, that would help a lot as well.

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text; welcome back, me

[After spending quite a bit of time reading through the network and enjoying the sensation of having a soul, Barty Crouch jr has decided it's time to post to the network. Get it over with, so to say.]

I am back.

[Suitably dramatic? Suitably dramatic.]

Also: Thank you, Will. We should talk.

[It might come across as a veiled threat. It very probably isn't.]

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four glyphs // text // day 471

Attention, Asgard:

Please exercise caution in approaching the scarab beetles that have descended upon the city. They feed upon human flesh and are capable of burrowing under the skin in pursuit of the same.

[That's not true in Asgard, of course! Here, they only give nasty bites. But Evy's not aware of that key difference--she's not about to let one near her flesh, if she can help it.]

They were very occasionally used, in fact, as a rather torturous means of execution in ancient Egypt. A swarm of scarabs will happily kill its human prey and devour the flesh over months or years. They are also capable of remaining very, very still, or so I'm told; even if a beetle appears to be dead, err on the side of leaving it alone.

I suppose I ought to apologize on my world's behalf for bringing the little beasts into the city. Believe me, we didn't much care for them at home, either.

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[ 1 - text ]

[ Felix figures he might as well make a foray onto the network. He's been here long enough, at least, and branching out probably isn't a bad idea. So he makes his attempt: ]

so who else is on the welcoming squad thing? maybe a piss poor choice for me, considering i've barely been here any time at all, but the girl with the clipboard didn't really seem to care either way, so here we are better than joining up with the army and leaping headfirst into a big battle i reckon which brings me to my next question: how literal IS this war thing, anyway? what the hell should i be expecting here?

[ He has to deliberate before finishing up with- ]

and a city full of hippie gods and magic has to be 420 friendly, right please tell me this is the case

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01. the universal struggle for life | audio

[ this post is not an easy one, but at some point, with the news of the oncoming war, the frustration takes over and she turns to the network. after a few unsuccessful attempts at just trying to convey what she wanted through text, she gives up and settles for the audio. ]

Everyone keeps talking about the war, like we're just meant to accept fighting in it. [ she sounds tired and a little bitter, leaving a lingering pause between each sentence. ] I can't do that. Not when I can't trust if we're even being told everything.

[ the nightmare, of course, had been pretty compelling, but so were certain other things. ]

I forgot my daughter last month. [ no, that wasn't right. it wasn't as if she'd done so willingly. ] This place made me forget my daughter.

[ and the realization that'd come once she'd regained her memories had made her stomach drop. she's used to worrying about bodily autonomy, but knowing that her mind could be tampered with, while she remained none the wiser, as well is even more unsettling. ]

How am I supposed to know that this promise of keeping my home safe isn't going to be another trick? [ her own or anyone's. ] Show me I'm not being lied to and I'll do whatever needs to be done.

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03: ☾ Video | Day 460

So here's a question. How many of you've- No, I'm not going to start with that.

[ It's too depressing, and he'd rather try and stay as upbeat as he can. ]

What've you got waiting for you back home?

[ Oh, he knows sometimes there's no getting around the difficult things, and that's not his point. He doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything.

And now that he's said this, he's just realized he's been a bit one-note with his transmissions, since both of them have had to do with their homes. ]

It's just that I've been thinking, it puts this war we're supposed to be fighting into perspective. Thinking about the people and places I want to keep safe does that for me.

[ Alright, maybe he'll get laughed off the network for saying what's on his mind, and really, he's okay with that. He just had to put his thoughts somewhere, so he did. ]

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oo2 || Video

[When the feed starts, Athelstan is in his room, with one of Will's dogs stretched warmly across his lap. Athelstan rubs his fingers against her ears as he looks over the projection from his bracelet- right, recording.]

...'this is the end'. The tree has been- is being?- destroyed. I am not a commander of men, nor am I any sort of leader, but times are dire and I... [His lips press together firmly as he nudges the dog off of his lap- she makes a soft, indignant noise before skittering out of his room.]

Where I come from, the men worshiped these gods. This tree was their world, holding up everything they held dear. We must fight to keep it standing, we must- I can show you how these gods must be worshiped, I can tell stories of their exploits and wit, if that would give you cause to fight for them.

[There's a short pause, as Athelstan lets out a breath, contemplating his next words.] Even if you cannot fight, you must pray. All of your gods have guided men through their trials for hundreds of years- longer, in some of your worlds. They would not abandon us now.

[The words are encouraging, but his voice is hollow, preaching a message he's not sure if he can believe in.]

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Video; 3

... hey, uh. This is going to be a weird fucking question, but- [Ellie is scattered, sleepless. For those who have seen her as a poltiergiest the last week or so, take heart. She's alive again, even if she doesn't seem entirely herself yet.]

For the people who've died. Did you see anything weird? Or anyone? Especially a grey lady who talks about the Mother?

Because that really sounds like something one of you would have mentioned, if it happened.

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[video] slightly forward-dated to 452, midday

[It's immediately clear that Ryan looks and feels like death warmed over. He's exhausted, pale to the point of looking almost ill, disheveled-- and there's none of the usual expressiveness in his weary face, no interest as he looks at the feed. No light in his eyes.

He pushes his hair out of his face, exhales; his tone is just as lackluster as his expression, utterly worn out.]

So. Guess we're hitting that point, yeah? You saw the message yesterday. It's not the only one, and I get the feeling neither of these is going to be the last. It's all starting to roll downhill. Unravel. Fall apart. Pick your overdone metaphor, it means the same damn thing.

[He stops there for a moment, with a brief false start before he shakes his head and continues on.] And what I want to know is- what are we even accomplishing, here? What are we doing-- we get told we're changing destiny, we're going to save the worlds, but you can see what's happening now. Maybe we delayed it but this is what happens when you try to fight what's meant to be, when you try to push at what wants to happen. It pushes back at you. It lets you know you can try all you damn well want, but it's going to have its way in the end. I mean, what-- it was supposed to be this war ending it, wasn't it? That final battle? We changed that. The Big One hasn't really gone down but just look at this, things are ending no matter what we do.

All of this, all of the shit we've done, it's a dam. That's all. It's holding the flood back as well as it can but it's still raining, isn't it? It's not going to stop raining. And eventually it's going to overflow no matter how high we keep building, because we can only do so much and this is bigger and more persistent than any of us are. We're just pulling the bandage off slowly and it's only going to hurt worse for that in the end.

[This time, the pause is longer. Ryan leans back away from the screen, the back of his chair propping him up, and just eyes the feed for a few moments; when he carries on again, there's finally something more to his voice, something hurt and angry and broken that rises while he speaks 'til it's near feverish.]

So what do we do now. Are we going to acknowledge it's not going to work, or are we going to keep at this while worlds shrivel up one by one? Are we going to keep pretending we're doing anything at all until not a single fucking person here has a home to save anymore? And what about us, what about the people who've already lost everything--

[It's there that his breath hitches, catching in his throat, and the anger floods out of him all at once. He almost visibly deflates, exhaling one more shaky breath, his voice small.]

What are we supposed to do now? Tell me that. What do we do now.

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oo1 || Video

[When the video kicks on, Athelstan is in the middle of scrambling backward, his fingers closing around the axe in his belt. The hovering touchscreen, of course, follows him back and he instinctively slashes out at the hologram as it chases him through the room.

Through sheer dumb luck, he manages to hit the button that halts the screen's movement so it stops advancing on him, and after a few moments of sitting on the floor, staring in terror at the bright screen that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Athelstan pulls himself up on his elbows and takes a deep breath.]

Deus meus.

[The Latin is deliberate, and it takes him a few more moments to actually calm down and approach the recording screen again.]

This is... used to communicate? [It's an interesting enough contraption, and his brows furrow a little, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the hologram, head tilted as it makes the screen flicker before him.] With no ink or parchment... fascinating. You others with this ring, you can hear my voice through this? As if I were next to you?

[He grasps the concept quickly enough, it seems, and pokes a little more at the screen, widening and shortening it in turn.]

I... I am Athelstan, a follower of your god Odin. I did not expect to find Valhalla so soon into my days- [or at all, really...] -but as I am here now, I suppose I must offer myself to the service of the gods. If anyone can help me... the magic of Asgard is something I have never experienced before. I am unfamiliar with many things in this land. As a matter of fact, I-

[Aaand he manages to shut the recording off in mid-sentence. Go figure.

Help?]

[[ooc: intro is backdated just a bit to before the flood! :o]]

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Things are a little calmer now.

[Bruce murmurs. He doesn't like to go onto the network, but feels like he has to say this.]

Has anyone got a few minutes to run some things over with me? Resources, defenses, what's actually- got to be done, I guess? Because something gives me the feeling like this is about to get bad again very quickly. I don't know what to do to make the situation feel less helpless.

[It's very, very late at night, but anxiety has him; he isn't sleeping. Maybe it being the very witching hour is part of what erodes his self-consciousness enough for him to add;]

I wish I could go back to plain and simple atheism. I mean, self-control is never easy to maintain, but it's sure a lot harder in the face of... you know. Actual massive cosmic power. We had Yggdrasil back home, but it- it was different. I understood the math of that Yggdrasil. This place is just-

[Cutting off with a laugh at his self-indulgence.]

Anyways. Anyone else up?

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anon text - ashes to ashes

Who set the school on fire?

- Severus Snape
- Barty Crouch jr
- John Allerdyce (called Pyro)
- Neville Longbottom
- Who else could it have been?

[ooc: Time to toss names into the ~~goblet of fire~~ ring! Let's make this as chaotic as possible, time to be unreasonable, hold grudges, whiteknight, etc. Even if your character has nothing to do with the school, they might still have suspects or they just like to accuse people.

Let's do it!]

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two ✩ video/text ✩ d429

( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name: age: species: location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc. is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?: which power did you receive in asgard?: did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?: are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: )

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001 | Video

[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?

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three glyphs // text // day 422

I am aware that there is currently a situation of no small importance outside the walls of our city. However, time waits for no man, and I see no reason to delay this statement.

As you are no doubt aware, the Albus Dumbledore Academy recently suffered a devastating loss. The fire that burned much of the school building was also responsible for numerous injuries to staff, students, and bystanders, and at least one death. So far as I know, any investigations into the matter are still ongoing, and the question remains: Was this the work of a man or of fate? A deliberate choice or an unhappy accident?

[After being accused by Professor Snape of starting the damnable thing, the thought hasn't been far from her mind--it must have been someone.]

If it was, indeed, the work of an arsonist, then I hope he will listen when I say: Yours was a coward's gesture. This school is a place of learning; it should be a safe haven for any Traveler interested in bettering himself through an education, regardless of origin. You are a disgrace to a population brought together to improve this world.

Those who try to terrorize others through intimidation and threat of harm are the lowest of men, and they should not expect clemency. If you purposely set the school on fire, you will be found, and you will receive your just deserts.

If I must, I will ensure that much myself. You are responsible for my death, and I demand that justice be served.

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There will be no break in class for students enrolled in my courses. To treat this occurrence as reason for a holiday would be an insult to everyone injured in the catastrophe. To halt our learning in the face of a frightful event would be to give in to fear. We will not give in to fear--particularly not if frightening us was some craven soul's intention in the first place. In lieu of a safe place to meet within the school, my courses will be held in the library in Odin district.

I regret to inform those enrolled in my course on Egyptian history and culture that the mummification work of our last two months has been destroyed. In our next class, we will discuss the future of the project, and of our class as a whole.

((OOC: To be clear, Evy has no idea who set fire to the school or whether that person is male or female. She comes from a time when using the male pronoun would be default when describing a theoretical person.))

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Snape Unveiled - Text

Perhaps I should have done this much sooner. I don't know what compelled me not to. The idea of 'second chance', perhaps. But it's been brought to my attention by one Harry Potter that some people might not deserve a second chance. I don't want to judge one way or the other, but information? Information I can give.

Severus Snape is the founder and headmaster of the school here in Asgard, named after a great man, Albus Dumbledore. Both of them are from my world, although I've unfortunately never had the opportunity to really get to know Albus overly well as myself. He didn't care much for the likes of me growing up.

On the other hand, I know Severus Snape fairly well, although I won't deny that he's a complex person. Two years older than me, I've rarely met anyone who'd be a match for him in creativity and cruelty. Although I'm not and never was the type to look up to anyone, if I was, it might have been to him. I've seen him kill, maim and torture. I've heard him come up with plans and ideas to effectively cause the greatest suffering to the most people. I've met many cruel men and women in my time, but never anyone who'd combine such destructive energy with such cold logic. In his defense - perhaps? - it never seemed as if he took much pleasure from killing or hurting.

What he does take pleasure in is establishing his superiority, abusing his powers - whatever they might be - to make others feel weak. I've experienced it in person both back in my world and here. I've seen him use it against others, like his victims and his students, countless times. Just recently someone we both taught at one point, Neville Longbottom, arrived here and confirmed my suspicion that he never found it necessary to reign in these urges.

This man has not only killed and tortured, but even once he'd seemingly abandoned that path, the psychological terror never stopped. I am not surprised that he'd start a school here. What better way to access young and fictile minds?

I'm aware that many might not see it fit to believe me. Mr Longbottom might perhaps be easier trusted. I'm sure he has no reason to keep anyone concerned from the truth. Others from my world might have more motive to hold on to some grudges while brushing over others. War always has many sides and each tries to shape the truth to their advantage. I've merely stated facts.

Oh, and before I forget. Draco Malfoy, whatever is it that you did or promised to do to earn a place I doubt you deserve?

[ooc: When two Death Eaters fight, all of Asgard can come in and enjoy themselves. Choose sides or just eat popcorn! Also: There will be a destructive plot involving the school this month, keep your eyes on the ooc comm for that.]