[ First thing that pops up? A way too close up shot of Dawn's face as she's leaning as close to the network, her nose almost pressed to the holographic screen and she seems to be staring intently at something. It looks like she's fiddling around with her bracelet; when she's speaks, it's with the voice of someone way too close to the microphone. ]

This is so cool! Do we really get to keep this?

[ She doesn't seem to realize that this is actually broadcasting live, although she (mercifully) pulls away and calls out to someone off screen. ]

Giratina! Come and look at this!

[ Something huge and gigantic can be seen shuffling in the background as Dawn holds her her wrist towards it; it lowers its head and holy shit what the fuck is that thing. ]

[ The video starts with the sound of a whipcrack, coming from a young woman who is obviously wielding a whip. There's a hint of annoyance on her face, but not enough to make a normal individual decide that it's a proper time to use a whip. She stretches it over her head, making the leather snap. Then she rolls the whip on her hands with ease before placing it to her side.

If you're starting to get that feeling that you're faced with someone who whips things just because she can, trust that feeling. You're probably right. ]

While I do remember saying that I would go wherever I'm needed, it seems that I wasn't clear enough for the fools who run this failure of a fantasy novel plot. I will go wherever I'm needed provided that I give my prior consent. Gods or not, they're clearly guilty of kidnapping.

[ And as easily as she snapped and put away her whip, she starts to smile. ]

But I suppose I do owe you people an introduction, since it seems like we're all stuck here for the meantime. I am Franziska von Karma, the prodigy prosecutor. I've been told that, despite it's logical impossibility, we might come from different worlds. Should one of you not know what a prosecutor is, I suggest that you educate yourselves in the local library. The lack of color shouldn't hinder your ability to read, unless you're the type of person who requires the aid of silly, colorful illustrations.

I would ask for your names and occupations, but it's only polite to introduce yourselves after being introduced to, isn't it? And it seems like it's customary here to end your first transmission with an inane question on topics such as "look at my inability to read a map and find things for myself" and chicken... nuggets. [ It's clear that she finds the latter topic very strange.] So I ask you this, people of Asgard:

Suppose that you find a box of cake left under the rain. What will you do?


[ Baldr people, she might have whipped a small dent onto one of the kitchen tables. It took a lot of hits. She's not sorry.

Meanwhile, I apologize for asking about cake in the rain. ]

--Oh hey! It works! [The audio clicks on before the video does, showing a beaming girl with a key stuck in her hair. She seems to be taking the transition to the city well. At least if her smile and the backdrop of a starry night were any indication. Kay's managed to somehow make her way to a sit on a roof in Loki's district.]

Wow, I thought it would be a lot harder to use this bracelet, but it works just like a cell phone. It's still weird though. Whose heard of recording something on a bracelet?

Anyways, that's not really what I wanted to talk about. My name's Kay, okay? Or the Great Yatagarasu. Either one is fine. I just arrived to this city and, well, I'm not quite sure what to think about gods kidnapping us--

[She pauses and blinks, smile fading for just a moment before coming back, like an idea hit her.] ....Except that we need to investigate on the matter...

But, what I'm really, interested in are these powers! I've never heard of anything like them before back at home. Did anyone figure theirs out? If you did, how'd you find it?