[Well. Now Rapunzel has a bit of time to figure out these bracelets, she thinks she has the hang of it, and turns it on, brushing some hair behind her ear and seated on her bed in the Freyr house. The girl is likely a very familiar sight to some, considering she was here previously, and all that hair is certainly hard to forget. Which is currently down and trailing around the room, though at the moment mostly piled on the bed behind her. She seems rather pleased with herself for having figured out the bracelet. It's apparent she has already started drawing and writing about some of the things she has seen and learnt here, the people she has met, on some papers she has stuck to the walls of her bedroom.]

Okay. I think that's it.... So. I'm Rapunzel. I kind of only recently arrived here at Asgard. There is still a lot to take in, really. I've loved the festival though. Though I am not sure how often that happens. It was a lot of fun, there was so much to do!

I've heard I've apparently been here before, but I don't remember that myself. Does that...happen a lot, here?

[She seems a little upset at that, mostly guilty about others being so glad to see her and yet she doesn't remember them. She wishes she could. It's one of two main things making her conflicted about this place, really. A hand brushes through her hair, biting her lip, before she asks another question.]

Our powers, the ones we had from home, they're really gone? I was hoping....but I guess I can find other ways to help. If we help bring colour back here to this world, we go back home, right? What happens back home while we're here?

[Because, the thought of Eugene alone in the tower with Gothel is not a particuarly nice one, really. And she has not seen or heard of either of them being here at Asgard yet, if they are around at all. She still feels like she has a million burning questions, but decides that is probably enough for now, so she mumbles an early thanks and turns the bracelet off.]

[For those people in Asgard who've only seen Conan's childish persona, the following broadcast might come as a shock. The tiny detective is not trying to act his age, deadly serious as he speaks to the feed -- and he has good reason to be.]

Asgard. This is an emergency.

Samantha Grey is no longer herself. She is dangerous, possessing Level 3 Body Control which she will not hesitate to use against those she encounters, whether they act aggressively towards her or not. She is persuasive, physically strong and unpredictable.

She is of Caucasian appearance, 5'10" tall, red-haired with horns and a tail that she sometimes hides with clothing. If you see her, notify us here immediately. Furthermore, keep an eye out for any suspicious behaviour. Samantha's usual MO is to target individuals by first isolating them from sources of help. Check in on your friends here. If you can't raise them, let us know. There's also the chance that she may employ her body control to cover her traces, so keep an eye out for people acting erratically. It's going to be hard to do that with the chaos caused by the candy going on, but definitely be on your guard.

I can't stress how urgent the situation is or how important it is that you come forward with information, no matter how small or unlikely you think it might be. If Samantha was in her right mind, she'd say the same.

[Filter: Team Just Say No to Demon Sam]

She's escaped. Caused her own death, left the castle at least an hour, possibly as long as three hours ago. I'm currently in Hel, trying to find anyone who remembers seeing her leave the castle but not much luck.

I don't need to remind you how serious this is.

((OOC: This post is not marked 18+ -- yet. I am hoping to keep this post safe for general consumption and restrict 18+ material to the log. Please keep that in mind when replying but if 18+ content is unavoidable, please contact me ASAP (e-mail: saaaaaaaveme@gmail.com) so that I can update this post! Thanks in advance! Also the ooc plotting post is here.))

[Nothing fancy today, Asgard. The disheveled farmhand is going to be keeping it short and sweet.]

How long d' curses take t' go away.

[That's all. Really. Not that he has a curse or anything, shame on you for thinking that.]

((ooc: Baby's first curse! Shou has been gifted with the curse of brutal honesty. Any question he's asked will be answered faster than he can stop it, and any thoughts he feels strongly enough about will find themselves being spoken against his will. Those interested in provoking him can find him at Gefion Park during the day.))

She probably didn't have a lot of friends, but Sakura Matou has returned home.

[ Her tone sounds slightly bothered. Her and Sakura didn't talk that much while she was here, but something about Sakura's sudden disappearance bothered her a bit. She wasn't too sure why, since they hardly said a word to each other here or in Fuyuki.

She decides to drop the Sakura subject, since it's something that she doesn't want to talk about, and moves to another one, flipping through a book as well. ]

Hey, why do the gods erase our memories when they return us home? It sounds really tiring.

[Video]

[There's a girl on the network who looks about ready to cry. Which is... familiar, if you know Hibiki. But at the same time, she looks too old to be the girl in the green cloak everybody is so used to...

Well, unless you were around for the aging event, at least.]

I-it happened again. I got turned into a teenager again...

What should I do? I can't move like this... Last time, I kept falling, and I never figured it out-!

[Wah.]

Umm... W-would somebody be able to tell the people at the hospital that I can't come today? I don't think I can help out very much like this...

Rutherford-san, I don't mind cooking a meal today, but I don't think I can deliver it. B-but I'll try to see if somebody else can bring it instead-! [Because she would feel bad if she didn't at least try.]

[Action; Sigyn kitchen]

[After some effort, she's finally made it down to the kitchen, still miraculously in one piece. There's a bit of a red bump on her head, and some minor scuffs on her knees, which might explain why she's seated at the table for the moment. She did manage to brew up some tea at least, which she is enjoying, but judging by the soaked towels on the floor and a suspicious bandage pad stuck to her hand, it took quite a bit more effort than usual.

But all of that aside, she does look up when she hears somebody coming, and even manages a weak smile.]

Umm... Hello.

((OOC: Hibiki has been hit by an age-up curse, making her about fifteen or sixteen years old. ...She's not much taller really, but it's still enough to make it difficult to judge distances.))

[Here's a face you haven't seen in awhile, Asgard. He's been hiding out lately for various reasons, but after the recent discussion about and with the gods, he can't stay quiet any longer.

He's in a typical Baldr House room, virtually undecorated except for the dozens of flickering candles that line the shelves, surfaces, and anywhere else they'll fit. They give the video an eerie sort of feeling, otherworldly - which is completely destroyed by the look on Pyro's face. Either someone just waved shit under his nose, or he's deeply displeased with all of you.]

So you get a chance to have another one of our kidnappers offed, without even getting our own hands dirty, and you all vote to keep her. And save the dead one. Someone really should rename this fucking city Stockholm.

Or maybe Jonestown, 'cause I have a feeling the Kool-Aid's coming out any day now, and you'll all be draining your cups.

((ooc: a decision-making post, if you will. just want to see how it goes and decide if a drop will be necessary.))

I... I don't understand...

[The small, slender Japanese girl with the high ponytail and downtilted eyes might be familiar to some. She's standing in front of Heimdall House with a newcomer's letter in her hands, dressed in the same uniform as the first time she arrived, but it doesn't quite fit right anymore - she's gotten taller since she made it, started to fill out a little. At least in Asgard, which proves that she hasn't been completely reset.

The confusion on her face starts to contort into alarm as her words confirm that truth.]

Isn't - it over? I remember Freyr - when he - wasn't that the end? But now it's like none of it ever happened... the letter, and the maid, and everything looks just like the first time...

[And now edging into panic as she leans against one of the house's walls, wrapping her arms around her middle and shivering.]

What's going on?!

((ooc: and the thing is done ;D))

[ As painfully unnecessary feeds go, please appreciate this one for having 254.6(6)% more muttering, fumbling and awkward pauses than your average sheepish interlude. ]

...sorry. Sorry about everything that's been happening. The losses. The... inconvenience. Sorry about all that.

[ It appears he is growing a spine for the next part - ]

And sorry, but - what's a good job for someone who... can't do anything?

[ ...and that the spine has now entered evolutionary recession. Muffled rambling mode: engaged. ]

Not fix things, not tell jokes, not do your physics homework, not herd cattle, not... be a... witch, not really punch, not carry the groceries without ruining the eggs, not... nothing. Nothing at all.

[ Sigh. ]

What's a good job for someone like that? And where could they get it? Along with about forty-two mops. Thank you.

[ There are so many things Hanako would like to say over the network... but there are not enough words. That post during the battle... it became real, after all. The void would be more painful if she didn't rebel and go say goodbye to the girl properly. It's possibly the best decision Hanako ever took in her whole life.

It's audio, and it'll be curtly to the point. ]

To all those who knew her, Nakama-san has gone back to her home world.

Those of you I know, and I didn't have a chance to catch up with during the battle, please contact me. I want to be sure you're all safe and sound.

[ Feed over. She's going to respond in a hour or so, after she's less prone to sulking for the loss. ]

[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's evening, and Nakama has once again been ordered to sleep. Before she does that, though, she has a few things to say. The Arena is visible behind her, the rows of beds and crowds of healers, and she looks ready to drop off at any moment, but her voice is strong and clear.]

So I realized awhile back... even if we win, this'll be goodbye, won't it? Everyone will be going home.

[She pauses, takes a deep breath, and continues.]

There's something a lot of my friends know, but not all of you do, and I think it's time I told you. In my own world, I was already dead - I had to sacrifice myself to save the planet. So that means when I go home, I'll be returning to nothing. I only say this so you'll understand how important it is that I say what's coming next.

All of you... if I knew you, if we were close, if we exchanged a few words... if you even saw me on the street and smiled at me... you've given me so much more than I could ever hope to put into words. You've completely changed how I see both myself and the world. You've taught me about hope, and friendship, and caring about myself as well as other people. For all of the terrible things that have happened here, this place has been more of a home to me than I could've imagined possible. And for that, I thank every single person in Asgard. I even thank the gods, for bringing me here and letting this happen.

So, I - I guess this is goodbye. [Her eyes finally start to mist over, but she's smiling.] Take care of yourselves, all of you, in your home worlds. I hope that you'll be able to find peace and happiness. And - I know you won't be able to remember me, but just know for now that you changed the life of one person for the better. Whoever you are.

[With that, she curls up on the floor, closes her eyes, and ends the feed.]

((ooc: There will be no replies to the tags on this entry. Nakama has gone to sleep, and she doesn't want to look back on (what she thinks is) her last farewell. But anyone who wants to leave her one "final" message is free to!))

[the video starts up and, hello you may recognize this fidgety tall lanky teen here! he might stand out awkwardly around Odin district but also often visits freya district a lot.]

Soo...

[looks like he's got something in his hands, something that resembles a dark green cloak as he turns it in hand thoughtfully.]

I was wondering.. Does anyone know what larping is? Live Action Role-playing? I, uh.. use to do it a lot back home. Figured it could be fun here too. I mean hey, even if you don't know what it is, you could still try it out and see for yourself- it's really fun!

[and he's looking a bit excited at the idea. till, he shrinks back a little, rubbing at his neck sheepishly.] If you want to know more about it, go ahead and ask. I could also try and show a demonstration? 

If any of you do have an idea what it is though that would be cool. Maybe.. we can plan something?

[HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE GUYS.. LARPING.. yeah okay just, gonna end it here. maybe he should think what kind of demonstration.....]

[Look everyone, Nakama's back to normal! And she's beaming into the video feed, something that anyone who's talked to her lately might not expect. Unlike the last time this happened, there are no tears, there's no shock - she's just genuinely gleeful.]

It's just like last time!

[After that, she holds up a large picture to the screen for everyone to see: fifteen children standing in a semicircle on the beach, with one very familiar girl tucked in near the middle-left. Those who have been here a long time may even recognise the boy on the far left, but that's another matter.]

This showed up in my room out of nowhere, right beside my picture of my mom. It's all of my friends from home, from the Nature School. I remember when this picture was taken... we'd barely even met, and everyone was so nervous...

[Then she realizes what she's said - just like last time - and her face falls.]

No one's being hurt out there, are they?

[Daphne is normally smiling and optimistic, but when her video feed turns on, she seems somewhat weary -- maybe even a little depressed. Still, she makes an effort, even if she looks slightly nervous.]

I would like to speak to the gods -- whichever one isn't busy, but I'd like to speak to whoever is in charge, if I could, please.

[It's... uncertain, as she is not very well practiced in these things. But she feels that's a pretty good place to start. It's not like she was disrespectful or anything. And once that is said and done, she tries for a smile.]

And -- and anyone can answer this, but a god could too, I guess -- is there anyone who knows whether or not there's a place of worship here? It doesn't matter what faith, I just... I've needed one lately and I don't know the first place to look. And if anyone would like to come with me, I'd -- well, I'd appreciate it.

[She pauses, uncertain, before offering another quick smile.]

Thank you.

[And she cuts the feed.]

[The feed crackles up and into view. A girl is sitting on the floor of the Sigyn common area-- her legs look to be rather long, her hair is long and pink and flows nearly to the floor.

And she's... Naked.

A far cry from her first visit. She was granted clothing then. LUCKILY her hair seems to cover up anything.]

Um... [She's ducking behind the sweep of her bangs, blushing a little bit with her one visible eye big like a deer in the headlights.]

Am I...

Oh no, not again... B-But this all looks familiar-- [somebody wanders past and she squeaks, ducking down again in fear like a scared bunny. She musters the courage to speak up again to her bracelet.]

A-Asgard? Am-Am I back in Asgard? Really...? I didn't think it was possible but--!

Oh... Hello again, everypony. I'm... Fluttershy...

[She offers a small smile to the feed. SHE'S PRETTY COMFORTABLE DESPITE EVERYTHING. She's gotten used to not wearing clothing again. So. Have fun with that.]

[Here, have a much more put together Mithian, she's not covered in blender explosion goo! She's sitting in a lovely dress, her hair down in curls, clearly having settled into her new home.] I must admit, I've only done a little bit of exploring of this world. But I was curious if there were stables here. I have yet to find them.

[She offers a soft smile, it's hopeful] Are there any? I have been missing my daily horse rides and would like to resume them here if possible. [And a sense of normalcy in this place would be nice.] If not, I would like to find a way to acquire a horse to own, myself.

[Castiel is using audio rather than video simply because he doesn't want the questions about how bad he looks after the last curse, which thankfully wore off this morning. He has a great deal of sleeping to catch up on, but there are important things to address first, the main one being a little awkward.]

A few days ago I was afflicted with a curse, and I may have... Injured someone, or potentially more than one person. I'm not certain who or how badly due to the nature of the curse, but whoever might have been, or anyone, I apologize. I hope whatever damage done was not too great.

[He really hadn't meant to hurt anyone; he isn't even sure he did. Everything was so mixed up and still is, and he's quiet several seconds before continuing with the rest of what he was supposed to address.]

I am attempting to compile a detailed listing of powers and what is possible at each level of strength. Those who are willing to provide descriptions of your abilities and how they have changed as your power increased would be appreciated.

[There's something else he's supposed to mention, but he's not sure about doing it at the moment with everything else going on. That and he's not entirely sure it's possible to filter away from the gods, which would be useful, and he needs to look into that first.

So instead he just ends the feed there.]

Good afternoon, everyone.

[ Yep, another audio message from Hanako. The video confidence she had in the past was short-lived, considering all that stuff that happened afterwards. At least she sounds way less worn out than the last time. Her sleep schedule returned to normal thanks to Euri's charm. ]

Firstly, I want to thank all the people who took part in the replanting of the park. Your contribution was extremely helpful... hopefully we can keep going like this, in case there will be other attacks that will cause damage to the city.

Secondly... considering what we have gone through for the past month, I was thinking that it should be time for another traveller-based event like the Festival we successfully hosted. However, I would like to do something different this time, possibly something we never did before. The problem is, I am out of ideas as of now, so I wondered if any of you could have suggestions that might help us organize something. Like always, any kind of material or supportive help is very appreciated. If someone already decided on something, I would like to support it as well, so please let me know.

[ Okay. With that out of the way... onto another set of business. ]

( FOR THE NIGHTLIGHT CLUB CREW AND ANYONE WHO MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN JOINING! )

This is all I had to say. Thank you for your time, as always.

[ There is a click noise, as she cuts the audio communication down. ]

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((OOC: For the future writers, here's the pastebin with all the altered names of most characters to avoid fourthwalling. Needless to say, this is going to be the worst hideous thing I'm ever going to do.

Also, for those who wondered why I haven't made a log for that "replanting of the park" little plot, I decided to handwave it since I also had another plot to take care of, so we can assume that the people who accepted to help have gone there and planted things with Hanako /o/ ))

[Video/Action for Sigyn]

[The background is already shifting as she walks, her pace brisk. There are definite signs of crying - she's still sniffling, and hard as she may try, a few tears keep slipping down her cheeks - but she's trying hard to hide it as much as possible while she addresses the network.]

...I'll be at the hospital. If anybody... If you need to be healed, I'll heal you as soon as I can. And if you can't get to the hospital, I can come find you.

...I'm so sorry.