26 July 2013 @ 12:55 pm
Having had a proper look around, everything that people have said on here either is something very, very important and likely needs to be said or is someone trying to live their lives. To tell you the truth, I don't actually know what 'living your lives' here means yet, but so far, I'm starting to have a starker view on things. Or, well, I've affirmed my belief that having a starker view is normal. We are at war, after all.

But it's because of that that I haven't said much yet myself. I don't really know where to begin. I mean, beyond 'hello' and that didn't seem like it was good enough. 'Hello, I'm Harry Potter'. Right. None of you lot would even care about that. So, in an attempt to not come up with rubbish like that, I started writing down questions. They aren't any good, but I figure it's as good of a place to start than anything else. So I'll get on with that.

1. Does anyone here like the gods? I mean, beyond a few who like their noble sacrifices and the like. Trust me, I can see how that's appealing. And is there a difference between liking and relying on them? I actually wrote about six different variations of this down. It seems to be a thing that comes up a lot—blaming them for things, I mean.

2. Why do I have such a rubbish power?

3. How do I learn how to fight because my power is so rubbish? These usually go hand in hand, you know. They made it onto my list about four times each.

4. If you've met the giants, were they all the same? There's a part of me that's resistant to things being black and white, but I know this isn't a good time to propose that. Then again, it took me a very long time to see that myself.

There are ... more, you know. Questions. But I might look for them myself.

Though writing all this has suddenly made me remember doing homework.
 
 
14 July 2013 @ 10:16 am
Well whatta you know, death comes with an option A and an option B apparently! Weighing the options, if I had to make a choice between Asgard or isolation it's no contest...and, hey, I've heard good things about Asgard...according to Scáthach.

[In spite of being brought here against his will, Lancer looks about as cool as any cucumber...of course his existence has afforded him very little in the way of free will, so he doesn't have much to complain about.]

It's not exactly what I pictured when I was a brat, but if I could color this place with my influence then I could definitely live here! [Whether that's cause for concern or not remains to be seen.] The only down-tick to this whole ordeal would have to be the power loss...there's really no way to get 'em back, eh? Even Runes, what about those? This is Asgard and I was a master of Runic magic, you'd think that'd translate.

[He'll give a mock derisive snort.]

Guess I can live with it as long as this place is well stocked with booze....but I do have a couple of questions. It's possible to be in the House of One God while liking another without offending the God who...I guess...brought you here, right? I'm not in the mood for a shit storm, but that Loki guy, he's a real pip. [Lancer waves a hand dismissively, that was just a cast off question.] No...no...what I really want to know is this--could anyone qualify for this place, or is there some kind of selection process that they have set in motion?

[It's amazing how one's relaxed, laid-back demeanor could so quickly change into something more ominous and creepy, but Lancer pulls it off...and red eyes are pretty unsettling anyway, but it's the forced grin on his face that's the real problem.]

I'm Lancer by the way, common courtesy if I plan on pumping this place for information.