[With the fighting giants just outside the city, the school burning down, the funeral showing the sheer number of those lost. She is holding the vorpal sword she created not so long ago in her lap.]

His majesty, King Arthur, was teaching me how to use the vorpal sword to protect myself. But now that he's gone, I'm without a good teacher.

Would someone please be so kind to teach me how to use a sword?

[ The feed is distorted again, but anyone who has seen Thiazi before will recognize the Queen of the Frost Giants immediately. She is elegantly composed, but makes no attempt to hide the glint of cold satisfaction in her eyes.

She is back to gloat. Again. ]

Again and again, I warn you of the futility of this war. Again and again, I promise agony to those who dare work against me.

[ She leans forward, lip curling up in a cruel sneer. The video flickers, distorts, before righting itself again. ]

The fool Odin has fallen, and his kingdom shall not be long behind it. When I shred your souls to nothing, remember that-

[ And the video distorts again, before flaring with static and a sudden over-saturation of colors. Thiazi stops mid-sentence, simply because she is abruptly unable to make sound, unable to breathe as the impression of fingers appear wrapped around her pale throat. She claws silently at the formless handprints as a shrill, loud feedback tears through the feed, shrill and sharp, borderline painful to anyone who might hear it. ]

Get out. Get out. I'll kill you, get OUT-

[ It is the god Loki's voice that warbles through the distortion of the feed as he fights back against her clumsy intrusion into the magic of his network. It repeats, over and over, layering on itself as it increases in volume and intensity.

Thiazi's mouth opens in a wordless hiss, before she slams her fist down against the bracelet. There is another loud scream of magical feedback coupled with the briefest of sounds of something shattering, before the feed goes completely dead. ]

[ OOC: Thiazi and Loki will not be answering comments in this post, but please feel free to leave reactions here or to tag each other if your characters would be so inclined. ]

[From the moment the video turns on, it's clear that the subject of this broadcast doesn't realize he's being recorded. It's none other than Gerome, identified easily by the mask and haphazard spikes of hair. He's crouched over the bathtub in the bathroom, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he works at rubbing a loofah over a small wyvern.

Scratching sounds come from the porcelain but Gerome pays it no mind, continuing to scrub down the flying lizard as he murmurs to her- almost unintelligible on the camera.]

Who's a good wyvern? It's Minervykins! You have to be nice and clean though- playing in the mud makes your beautiful scales all dark and dirty. [The lizard gives a little screech in happiness, lifting up one of her arm-wings so he can scrub underneath.]

[Then the feed wobbles for a second, moving closer bit by bit, and Inigo sticks his head in the frame, grinning.]

Now that looks like real friendship! Maybe our buddy Gerome here could learn how to show a little of that camaraderie to his other friends, huh? That scary mask covers a soft, squishy heart!

[At the noise, the wyvern rider turns and notices Inigo in the hallway. His expression behind the mask quickly changes- from surprised, to embarrassed, to... very, very angry.]

Why you- !

[And he stumbles up to race after the poor mercenary, intent on tackling him to the ground. The video feed goes akimbo and shuts off a moment later.]

[Like everyone else, Henry's been afflicted by the sweater!curse, but he doesn't seem at all bothered by it. But then, his bears a bright green tree, surrounded by crows decorating it with... something. Something suspiciously like the knitted version of human entrails. The crows have little santa hats. It's all very festive.

Henry doesn't comment on it, smiling like usual at the camera.]

Hey-o, Asgard! This might seem a little out of nowhere, but I found out I have a son! ...Sort of. Isn't that cool?

His name's Gerome! And since he's from my future, he already looks like he's about my age, even though he hasn't been born yet in my time! Weird, huh? But he's pretty easy to spot, 'cause he always wears a mask and'll be carrying around an adorable wyvern named Minerva. Gerome's a bit shy though, so you might have to say hi to him first!

Oh yeah- if anything hurts him and I find out, I'll kill you~

[There's no threat in that tone; if anything, his laughter's a little eager. Point of the message delivered, he switches off the recording.]

[The voice that comes over the feed is definitely Henry's, but it's- different. More nervous, tense. It's not cheerful or light or anything like it.]

Hey, uh- does anyone have any tips on how to relax? Like if you can't get a thought- or a lot of thoughts- out of your head, and you have no idea how to even start dealing with any of them? I always said I'd never last a week, and, er-

I think I was right.

[Shaky laughter; it's nothing like his usual sort. On the other hand, the emotion in it is actually a bit more real.

Henry almost ends the transmission there, and there's a few minutes of silence before he adds, reluctantly, guiltily:]

Also if you see Ryan around, please don't mind him too much, he doesn't really know what he's saying, and he'll probably feel really bad about it later. Also don't give him a weapon or promise him your organs, even if he asks nicely.

I... think that's it, thanks.



((OOC: Henry's been afflicted by a personality swapping curse, exchanging his usual careless morbidity with Ryan's nice propensity for worrying (and a good deal more thoughtfulness in the bargain). The downside is that he's overreacting and poorly equipped for dealing with normal amounts of emotion and daily concerns.

Well, one of the downsides.))