[Arya's at the Bank of Dvalin, she'd gone in to take out what small amount of money she had here with the intention of getting a present for a friend, but when she went to make the withdrawal, there had been something else waiting there for her. A golden helm, shaped with the horns of a bull. Arya's unsure why someone would leave her such a thoughtful gift, or why they didn't give it to her themselves rather than put it in the bank for her, but she looks absolutely delighted with it.

Sat on the steps outside the bank, she stuffs the fistful of runes she's withdrawn into her pocket, and turns the helmet over in her hands. It's a little big for her, obviously made for an adult, but she's sure she could have it modified. Besides, the next thing she needed to do now that she had the money for the gauntlets and anklets she wanted to get for Sophie was find someone who could make them; she could have the helmet altered at the same time.

She switches on the video on the bracelet, her face still full of excitement at the gift.]

Is there anyone here who's an armorer, or a blacksmith?


((OOC: Arya doesn't know that the helmet belonged to Loki, or that this means that he's gone from the city. Feel free to deliver the news to her, she needs some more Starkpain in her life))

[ when the video feed flickers on, you get a very good view of a deck of cards being shuffled aimlessly at high speeds. the shuffler of said deck appears to be sitting cross-legged on a bench in a very familiar area of Sigyn. he looks like he's intently studying the cards that he's shuffling, but at the same time, he looks a bit disheveled and... if his body language has anything to say, he doesn't look all that pleased, either.

when he addresses the video feed, it's just as abrupt. ]

Sooo... [ and he exhales, just a little exasperated. ]

Apparently in the month and a half that I'm apparently missing -- which, you know, I didn't even know I was missing until I looked at the calendar and realized that I was serious outdated in more ways than one -- shit went down, the world's about to end, the grass grew about negative three inches and I really, really need a good haircut.

[ a pause. and then he laughs. but even as he laughs, there's a sense of weird urgency buried underneath the layers of good cheer. ]

Yeesh, I really think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Anyone want to play the good Samaritan and help catch me up on stuff? [ cheery! ] That or, you know, I'd also settle for someone taking me out to ramen. I'm so not picky right now.

[ then, as if in afterthought-- ]

... and by the way, has anyone seen my bird?

-no such thing as a 'murder magnet', Kaito-niichan. You're just making stuff up!

[The video feed is elevated, looking down on Conan's head from above and slightly behind. The pseudo-seven year old may not be aware he's being filmed, but the childish persona is in full force -- cute, slightly petulant tone of voice, and his forensic unit paperwork and notebooks out of sight in his brightly coloured school bag. Unaware of the scrutiny being directed at the top of his head, Conan continues his complaint.]

Anyway, Uncle's a detective, so it's not surprising that in the line of work, we'd encounter cases!

[Cases, he says… You know, the last time he checked, Japan’s crime rate was supposed to be low. The teenager’s fiddling with his bracelet causes the sound to oscillate for a moment. His tone, however, maintains steadily unimpressed, and perhaps just a little incredulous. ]

Uh… huh. And you wanna tell me how you manage to just happen to stumble on these ‘cases’ wherever you go? It just tells me that if I wanna get to the bottom of all this weirdness lately, I’d better start with the center of it all. Who is, naturally, the most suspicious guy.

[The look that Conan gives Kaito is baleful -- not helped as he takes in the bracelet, realises that he is being recorded.]

You make it sound like I'm responsible! I'm investigating!

So am I! I’m in the process of documenting the natural properties of detective-brats and their ability to somehow self-sustain their professions. Seriously, you attract weirdness. And dead people. You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if cosmic karma was all ‘oh, hey, it’s that brat again, let’s make him trip over some dead bodies’.

[Conan rolls his eyes as Kaito's monologue continues, quickly becoming distracted by something he's spotted off camera. He stops walking; caught up in his speech, Kaito doesn't immediately notice.]

-- and if I can reverse-engineer that, I’ll be a millionaire. I mean, who wouldn't want an all-purpose murder repellant? [Beat] Oi, detective-brat, you listening?

[Turning as Kaito does, the feed swings round to show Conan opening the door of a shed that opens the street. As the door swings open, a man is revealed. His posture, his unnatural lack of colour, the fact that without the shed door holding him in place he falls to land flat in front of Conan -- it is immediately obvious that they've found a dead body.

There's a moment when neither of them react, and then Kaito swallows audibly.]

I repeat -- murder magnet.

Turn that off.

[ ooc: this is a joint post between Conan Edogawa holmes_fanatic and Kaito Kuroba requisite! they will both be replying to this post! double the fun, yes. ]

[The feed starts with a pretty happy Damien. In fact, he looks kind of anxious... or excited. Either way, he forgets to filter the post to the one person he's directing the message to.]

Argenta, I did it! Remember what we said a while back? Here it is. [He holds up a small ice sculpture that is in the shape of some four legged animal that is shaped to be similar of a tiger. Or a panther. ... Something...] Sorry it took so long, but I finally got it. Ice magic can be a bit tricky sometimes...

[As Damien sighs while looking down at the small ice sculpture, Jinjing the panda is in the background, toddling in the room... being its cute self. But then--
( cut for image )

Damien turns around in the middle of that happening and he looks pretty shocked right there.]

Jinjing, what are you doing--?!

[And the video gets cut off there.]

[ Hello, Asgard! Today, your resident Tokage is looking pretty pleased and...well, using the video function. ]

Hey there, everyone! I'm just letting you know that I'm now offering to teach all of you here! So if you're looking to help a nice girl out by paying for some cooking lessons, just let me know. After all, everyone needs food, and I'm being awfully nice by being willing to help you out.

[The feed opens up to what might be a familiar face to some. Minako's been in this world for a few days now, and while she's been taking everything in rather well, there's still some things that are concerning her.

Namely, one that she'll address right away...]

Ah, hey there. I'm one of the new arrivals here, Minako Arisato. But, I have been told that I've been here before, even if I don't remember it. So if there's anyone thast I met before, I'm really sorry for leaving on you.

[Its a little direct, but seeing as she doesn't know who knew her before, this was the best way she could broach the subject.]

What I'm really interested in right now, is killing some time. [its true. Without clubs and events and social links, she's finding she has a lot of time on her hands, and that simply won't do.]

So maybe someone could help me. I want to cook and bake some new things, and we're all from different places, right? What's some of your favourite foods and recipes from your home?

[For anyone lurking around Freya's kitchen, they'll find one Minako, still in her school uniform, rifling through the cookbook section with immense concentration.

There's gotta be a cool new recipe in here somewhere.]

Yyyyyo.

[it's a new video entry everybody! and it seems to be the home of what is perhaps the most disdainful looking guy a percentage of the population may ever have seen

he's staring directly into the feed, bigass browtats furrowed and mouth a displeased line

i'm annoyed

ugh



u g h

ugh]

So I got a question for ya. 'You' bein' anybody listening. That's right, you. Yyyyeah, you heard me. Ain't no turnin' back now, you're involved.

( renji please shut up ooc cut for alright enough already )


Name's Abarai, case you need it. Lookin' forward to hearin' from ya.

[ the feed opens up to a fairly miserable kaito with a very miserable bird on his head. Mona the dove has currently fluffed up to nearly twice her size and that rat’s nest of a thing that kaito calls his hair is being used as a makeshift nest of a sort. needless to say, the magician isn’t very pleased.

though he’s admittedly more worried than exasperated. he gives the bird a prod with a finger absently as he addresses the camera. ]

So, er. Hey, guys, been a while, yadda yadda yadda. And it looks like there’s some awesome stuff going out there, but as you guys can probably see, Mona’s been a little under the weather, so… yeah.

[ his dove takes priority, man. even as he says this, Mona gives a funny, bird-like wheeze, and settles down further on kaito’s head. ] Guess it just took her a while to realize the cold germs here aren’t the kind that she’s used to? Though it kinda figures that despite inter-dimensional travel, giant floods, weirdass curses and being ruled over by a bunch of Godly types, we’d still have to deal with the common cold. Some things just… never change. [ ahaha. haha. hah. ]

Okay, so that wasn’t my point. My point is-- [ and here, he grins sheepishly. ] about those healers from Sigyn. Can their powers cure the common cold? I was gonna take Mona to the vet’s but, I have no idea if there’s even an animal doctor around here, and I dunno if the hospital treats winged featherballs-- [ thaaat earns him a peck from the dove. ] -- ouch, Mona. You’re getting heavier, aren’t you. I swear you’re secretly a turkey under all that white—Mona. Mona, you’re killing me. Ouch. Ow. Owww, that was my eyebrow--

[ okay, no, he’s not having a domestic dispute with his dove. not happening. he'll gently pry Mona off his head, and place her into a padded box. his hair still looks like a bird's nest, though. ] Soooo yeah. If anyone knows anything, give me a call! And if anyone, seriously, any one of you, comes from a universe where there’s no such thing as the common cold, give me a shout. I'm serious. Ask some of your deities to kidnap me there.

[ action. ]

[ you can find kaito either holed up in his room with a dove, or running errands around Loki! he's been toting around disinfectant wipes, though, because of dove-related problems, so he probably smells like disinfectant. ]

[Mary is sitting on a bench in Heimdall, wearing a waitres uniform with the tag ripped off. She adjusts her sunglasses and smirks lightly.]

I learned something new today. Apparently bosses don't dig you skipping work in the middle of your shift to go play with flowers. And bringing the city color doesn't fly as an excuse.

[She runs a hand through her hair. Look at how sorry she is, you guys.]

So now I need a new job. I didn't like waiting tables anyway.

But hey, I did a good deed. It made my boss so mad that he finally got color.

[Bess takes a moment to adjust the bracelet just where she wants to set it down before immediately taking a seat and smiling at the contraption. It's still taking some getting used to, but she has a somewhat shaky grasp on how to use it properly.]

Dare I say, that was a much friendlier welcoming party than I ever imagined to be seeing... I should think I'm luckier than some, to be greeted by a familiar face.

However, that still leaves me very rude for having not yet properly introduced myself. For that, my darlings, you have my most sincere apologies.  I am Elizabeth Foster.. and while I was skeptical at first, I do believe I shall make the most of my stay.

[Her grin turns into something of a mischievous smirk, if only for a moment or two.]

[Daphne is angrily washing something in a sink. For this purpose, she's removed her bracelet and her wedding rings so they don't get damaged or lost in the soapy water. The more that she scrubs, the more obvious it is that she's washing a bloody sheet in a massive sink -- and that she is in the back room of the Sigyn hospital.

The poor woman can deal with a lot. Oh, her world is sort of on the brink of disaster, and her husband is an angel, and demons are real, and she's in some mythical Norse city, and she's not going to see home again for a long time, and all of that is perfectly okay except when a large chunk of that isn't and it really only takes the tiniest little thing to set someone off to realizing that their situation is really needlessly complicated and maybe she wants a slight amount of normalcy and things to be calm and passive and --

Her arm jolts the sink as she scrubs the sheet a little too hard and, suddenly, both the rings and the bracelet slip into the water. There's a stuttered yelp of surprise as her fingers come into view and the bracelet is slid back on -- but as she stares into the soapy water, she realizes her rings didn't quite make it back up yet.

Daphne looks torn between crying and being really pissed off.

She settles for both as a a hand vanishes underwater again, furiously hunting around for her rings in the water, not wanting to unplug the sink for fear that they'll be sucked into the pipes.]

Damn it.

[It's a mutter as her bracelet knocks against the sink, shutting the video feed off.

Twenty minutes later, a text appears.]

Is there a psychologist in the city?

I'll pay whatever you need.

[She paused on the video before speaking, looking uncommonly serious for someone usually so full of laughter, drawing a slow breath in. Trying to find words that were... discreet, not completely applicable to her. She was, at times, capable of such things.

There has been just the one thing on her mind, for all she was trying to remake her friendship with Bess. A quiet niggling, but it was more then that, it was a deep seated anxiety, and for once, it showed. Before it had been a case of out of sight, out of mind. But now? Now it was different.]

Tell me... has anyone every had someone appear that they... they came from the same place, so to speak? And... if they were bound in some way...

[she chewed on her lip for a second.]

... would you still be expected to honour that bond? Even in your heart you did not want to, and you were loathe to be in that persons presence even a little? 

[she didn't hate her husband, necessarily, but she knew, it was a mistake for her to ever be around him. Nor could she forgive him, and she was just starting to enjoy herself here.] 

[An older man, perhaps about 60 or a little older with a weathered face and a windswept stock of surprising thick hair for his age, is peering at the bracelet with an contemplative, searching expression. He has rather intense yellow eyes that lend his otherwise innocuous features a strange, somewhat disconcerting air. He speaks after a long moment in a voice with a clear British accent and colored by no small ounce of humorless amusement.]

How convenient that I should be provided such an intriguing little device. For all its tiny size, it is clearly, like much of this, not a trifling trick. To change my form to that of a human, to designate me a traveler when I did not, in fact, travel here: I do not consider myself an honored guest and I doubt that I am the only one.

I have many questions that I would ask, should anyone be willing answer.

[His lips move in a way like they should form in a smile, but they simply stretch, showing more of his upper teeth.]

It is, however, a pleasure to see that magic is an integral part of this Holy City of Asgard after so many years of it being outlawed from Camelot.

[The opening shot of this video is of a very pale, fairly bloodied blonde. She's frowning at the camera while she holds her side, which is torn and bright red from where she’s bleeding through. It's a giant claw mark, if anyone is wondering. If you look closely enough, you can see that she’s kind of wavering, and probably shouldn’t be standing on her own right about now.]

If anyone knows or has seen a woman that goes by the name of Ellen Harvelle, can you tell her I'm here? And...fine. Mom, I'm okay. I don't know how but... I'm alive.

[She shakes her head to pull herself back together, wincing a bit and clutching at her side before she takes a breath.]

The lady back in that room said something about bringing life back into this city, right? Asgard? I don't know much about Norse Mythology aside from how stubborn some of the gods are supposed to be, but compared to the Apocalypse, this can't be too bad, right?

[Jo laughs for a moment before it tapers off and she's wincing again. While she may still be in quite a bit of pain, and shouldn’t really be standing, it’s better than the alternative. She looks off to the side a bit, taking in her surroundings.]

I don't know if this is some angel or demon trick or something else entirely. All I know is that it's better than being ripped apart by Hellhounds or blown up, and that's where I was headed back home. This can't be Heaven, right? I would think I wouldn't still be spilling my guts if this was Heaven...

[She turns back to the camera.]

Dean, Sam, if you guys are here... I don't know if this is some trick by Lucifer or what, but if you get this just...let me know you're alright? Alive, even.  [Even if she doesn’t look quite alive herself, at least she’s breathing. Jo looks around for another moment before nodding and shutting off the feed.]

[ The view is that of a sky, all blue with an occasional cloud. It is silent and you might think that it is an accidental broadcast.

Until the dragon.

The dragon flies through the sky, a dark shape growing more distinct as it draws closer to land onto the windowpane of the welcome hall of Sigyn. Up close one can see the dragon's scales are black as coal and his eyes are the deepest of red.

As the image moves, Daenerys can be seen, leaned against the windowpane, head rested on her elbow. She offers a piece of roasted meat to the dragon who snatches it happily. ]

I wonder what it is that you have seen. Are these skies familiar to you, or are they as foreign as this city? All realms cannot share one sky, I reckon.

[ a pensive hum before she addresses her audience. ]

My people called it shierak qiya, a bleeding star. It was seen during the day as well as the night. Has it showed itself here? It is as red as Drogon's eyes.

[ the feed closes as she presses a finger alone the dragon's spine. ]

[after a bit of tinkering, he got the video feed to turn on & soon the entire network can see the amazing guy cecil's charming smile]

Hey there! Got that to work! You know this thing is pretty cool. Bet the guys at Sheridan wouldn't have thought of making something like these before. It's really, really cool!

[wait guy, you can't fanboy where people can see]

O-Oh right, so I'm looking a place I can find where there are more devices like these? [he gestures to his bracelet] Asgard sure has pretty neat technology & I'd like to see if there's more around here.

Or you know, a library would do too. Is there one around, uh... where am I... Heimdal... Heimdall, right. Anywhere around here would be great but hey, I'm not opposed to wandering around the city either. As long as I'm pointed in the right direction.

[then it looks like he forgot something] Woah, totally forgot! I'm Guy Cecil. It's nice to meet you all out there. Thanks in advance for any help.

[For whatever reason Train is making probably the most pathetic, annoyed pouty face a grown man of 25 could ever possibly make]

Man, I forget to look at this thing for days and then I learn when I do that everyone got a beard?
Laaaaaame.
I want a beard.
Well- not like a real one, but like at least one of those little chin stubble things.

...
Actually scratch that, I'll just end up laughing at myself in the mirror for days.

[Truly he only focuses on the most important things in life.]

[ His curse may have ended a couple of days ago but between the impromptu camping trip and needing some downtime, it's only now that Roxas manages to get to cleaning up his room because someone told him he should collect flowers for everyone. Which is what he did. Almost a full room of them in fact--and without the knowledge that flowers generally die without water he just left them on his floor.

It is now a huge, shrivelled mess he is having to clean up--they are literally everywhere. So today's video feed starts with him standing in his room with several garbage bags and flower remains just everywhere. ]

Does anyone know if there's like...some giant compost or anything we can use if we've got a lot of stuff that could go in it? All I could see are garbage bins and there's kind of a lotta stuff here... [ THANKS ARTHUR. ]

--Oh. And um...I guess. Sorry if I worried anyone a while back. I was cursed and couldn't really think that straight. I'm all better now though! Uh...yeah.

[ And then the feed ends and he'll get back to dragging these giant bags of dried-out flowers down out to the front of Freya's Welcome House until he can figure out what to do to them! ]


[ ooc; feel free to run into him anywhere in Freya c: his room will be open while he cleans up, so! ]

[ The video feed flickers on to show a flustered young lady, her cheeks blushing all too red that it's anyone's wonder if she's down with the flu/fever. She fidgets for a moment, seeming to take a while to compose herself, stifling a yawn. Then she smiles, a small shy one, her green eyes mildly confused and hesitant. ]

Ah... Hallo there. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Liechtenstein, or more formally, the Principality of Liechtenstein. [ Now that sounds slightly too formal even to her own ears. If possible, her ears redden even further. ] Urm, just... Liechtenstein will do.

[ She fumbles briefly with the bracelet, trying to keep the view above her shoulders, as if embarrassed to show what's below. She clears her throat, pulling herself together even as she tries to still her wildly beating heartbeat. ] This might seem like a strange question, but if anyone has seen my brother, could you let me know? His name is Switzerland, and— [ At this point, she can't help giggling softly, before quickly catching herself. ] —he tends to carry a rifle around.

[ A small nod of her head in reminiscent of a curtsy. ] Thank you.