25 March 2014 @ 11:05 pm
[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?
 
 
Current Mood: hopeful
 
 
20 March 2014 @ 11:25 am
[ The feed opens with Hawke hovering over a familiar pirate captain, a look of awkward concentration on her face as she leans down, a rather fine looking eyeliner pencil in her hands. Every time Hook moves she gives him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder gently. ]

How am I supposed to decorate my captain if he refuses to stay still, I wonder?

[ Said pirate captain seems entirely too satisfied with their current positions to mind what she's doing to his face. His speech is slightly slurred, as he's very obviously been partaking in some heavy drinking. His hand reaches up to squeeze her behind as he grins up at her. ]

It would be far more enjoyable to apply my decoration on you anyway, my dear.

[ His eyes wander downwards, his hand giving her another squeeze.

Rolling her eyes, Hawke reaches behind and tugs his hand up, settling it against his stomach before she goes back to work - drawing kitten whiskers on the pirate’s cheeks. ]


You’re on show, Hook. Try and act like a gentleman.

[ A few more moments of idle concentration - fending off his hand, of course - and Hawke leans back, beaming, letting the camera focus on the now kitten-ish Hook. Three whispers on each cheek, of course, and a little bit of black colouring on his nose makes him look very fetching. ]

I, [ He declares ] am always a gentleman.

[ And to prove that point, his hand starts creeping up her shirt. She bats him away, again, though it's not exactly a serious protest. ]

And thus we have made the pirate captain even more handsome. Don’t you agree?

[ He laughs at her proclamation, a hearty sort of laughter. ]

And more irresistible? [ He asks with his most alluring stare. Of course, the effect is entirely ruined by the whiskers. ]

What did I just say about the bracelet? [ A laugh, then she moves. ] City of Asgard, please, join us. Decorate your friends and foes alike with wonderful animal patterns - it’s very fun, I promise. Just look at Killian.

(ooc; hook is back and a liiiittle tipsy. red is hawke and blue is hook! they'll be replying together for a lot of things using hawke's bracelet~)
 
 
01 March 2014 @ 03:17 pm
[it's been nearly a month since she's been here & Snow doesn't look any less exhausted than she did when she first arrived. with everything that's been going on, it's hard to get a good night's sleep - hell, even a decent nap would suffice. she just hasn't been able to relax at all.

so turns the feed on, looking tired but she doesn't quite care anymore.]


It was to be understood that there are pubs or bars in this city, correct? I was told there were a bit scattered in some of the districts.

[a hand runs through her jet black hair followed by a heavy sigh.] Does anyone have any recommendations? I could really go for a nice glass [or three] of wine.
 
 
[ Regina Mills meets you today dressed in a royal blue jacket and tailored black pants and though she could really use a change of clothes, she isn't about to make this her point. No, instead she folds one leg over the other, every hair in place and lifts her chin. all in all, she appears to be, well, regal.

Who expects less from the Evil Queen? But for the moment, she is more Regina than Her Majesty. Her voice may be deep and commanding, a no-nonsense tone sitting there but the subject of why she addresses the whole city, well. ]


Asgard.

[ the only 'hello' and 'how do you do' that you'll get. ]

I won't ask you how do you do because honestly, it'll be more than a bit ridiculous of a question given everything. I arrived here nearly a month ago and to my understanding, we are expecting another influx of unsuspecting people who were minding their own business before being sent here.

My son is not in the city, I don't know if he'll ever be in the city. But just in case, I ask you to be aware. His name is Henry, he is twelve. There are not many little boys in this city but if you'll need a picture, I can provide one.

[ it feels wrong to be showing a picture of Henry and her to a crowd of unfamiliar faces. ]

I also know that there have been a number of - well, there is no other way of saying it but gruesome in this city a while ago.

[ Like you can talk, Regina, you rip people's hearts out. ]

Know this. Henry is my son. I will not see him harmed. Not for the world.

[ her eyes go darker, flare in anger and the threat. well. the threat is very present. Like a mama bear who just made it very clear that her young one will be protected at the cost of her own life. ]
 
 
18 February 2014 @ 02:33 pm
You know, if you're going send a lady home and then bring her back again you could make it a little nicer for her. Maybe try and keep things the same? Just a small request from yours truly. At least I have Bee now - though I think he's going to have to take a little time to get used to Fenris.

[ And, from behind her, there's a sharp, loud bark as something comes and nudges at her feet - a rather large dog, nuzzling at her hand and distrupting the video feed for a moment. Hawke rolls her eyes before she shifts down - you might be able to see a nug behind her, if you squint. ]

Bee, we can go and get him soon. Go and settle, okay?

[ And the dog huffs out a noise, almost as though frustrated, before he trots back to curl up out of sight. ]

Speaking of... [ Her expression turns a little sour and her eyebrow lifts a little as she peers into the camera. ] Has anyone seen my dear friend Anders? There's a few words I'd like to have with him. Otherwise - 

[ A smirk, hiding the frustration and anger she's feeling. ]

Anyone for a drink?
 
 
15 February 2014 @ 10:00 pm
Okay, time to lighten the mood.

[Because after all this shit that's happened, she needs to smile. She needs something, anything, to take her mind off all of this and for a second, remember that being alive is good, and right.

And maybe to remember a simpler time.]


I've got this book of puns, right? Well, back in the day, it kinda used to be my thing. And I figure you guys could use this. Or groan, whatever.

Here goes.

A clown held the door open for me the other day.
I thought it was a nice jester.

The butcher backed up into the meat grinder.
He got a little behind in his work.

Yesterday I accidentally swallowed some food coloring.
The doctor says I'm okay, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside.

Pffft.

The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

[That one actually makes her laugh out loud.]
 
 
20 January 2014 @ 01:57 pm
Whatever you do, don't give Joffrey Baratheon a sword or a gun.

It will end up bad for everyone.

And maybe a few of your pets.


[Because well, if the other Tyrells aren't here, Loras is just going to have to continue their work for them. Which includes trying to minimize the idiot's damage.]
 
 
22 January 2012 @ 12:03 am
[ While this entire cupcake battle was going on, Hawke had tried to hide out in Odin, doing his part. He was pretty sure that they turned out somewhat okay - but he wasn't a cook. He usually ordered anything that required mixing. This was something Orana might know about, but he was pretty clueless.

He also wanted someone to test them, and he wasn't sure he wanted to feed it to his companions. If it was bad, he'd never hear the end of it. If it was good he wouldn't hear the end of it. Which is why he was hoping for just "not deadly". ]


And you're not going to go out telling everyone how awful these are, right?

["Not deadly" is something they can both hope for. Hawke had also been hiding in Thor, attempting to make some more or less acceptable cupcakes that wouldn't be completely fatal to anyone who ate them. Funny tasting, maybe. Coma inducing, perhaps. But not deadly.

Still, there was no way she is going to let anyone she knows taste these. Ever. In all eternity.]


As long as you don't tell anyone how mine might just taste distinctly horrible, I can agree to that.

Right. [ He looks down at his tray of cupcakes... Some have icing, but most are... shameful. Hawke gives the tray a look of disdain. ] How should we do this? At the same time?

If we both do it at the same time, we can tell which ones are inedible once one of us starts choking. [...eyeing the cupcakes again, though. Maker help them, why are most of these cupcakes slightly deformed and funky looking?] --that, or we could both choke and die. It could go either way.

I guess I'd rather die at my own side. [ Chuckling, he reaches over and takes one of hers, offering his tray at the same time. ]

[Well...she's reaching over and grabbing one of his. This is either going to be completely horrible or passable, there is no other option.] Very well. Should I count up to three in order to increase the sense of dramatic timing?

Deal. [ He braces himself. He had grabbed the most edible looking one... ] If I die, give my... our friends my regards.

And if we both die, then our ghosts can haunt them forever while they ask themselves: 'why did we let them eat those cupcakes?' [Bringing it up close to her mouth now. Even the most edible looking ones don't look that... appetizing.] One, two, three...

[ With a wince, Hawke takes a bite on 'three', squeezing his eyes shut and hoping he doesn't suddenly seize.

It's... something, alright. He manages to stutter out the only thing that can come to mind. ]
--Uh.

[She's... just going to take a second here after swallowing to try and identify the flavor in her mouth properly, and to wait for some adverse reaction before eloquently blurting out:] Ah.

I'm, uh. Well. It's very... [ He stops. HE CAN'T TALK ANYMORE. THE TASTE IS JUST... It's very consuming, and he's attempting not to vomit. ]

Very... [She stops talking as well, bringing her hand up to her mouth and--] Urp.

[AND THERE GOES THE FEED before the horror of these cupcakes can resurface.]

( ooc: joint post! blue is bearded!hawke while purple is unbearded!Hawke. posting order is a hassle so don't worry about that either, also pretend this happened earlier during the cupcake war. )
 
 
16 January 2012 @ 07:47 pm
[Silence is all you hear at first. Just a quiet void, nothing making a sound. Then, something rings out, but not a voice, as most posts go.

It's the unmistakable roar of a dragon.

But that's quieted soon by a hush- another voice nearby.]


I know, I know- it isn't home. Shhhhhhhhh.

[A snort, and then it goes quiet again. Until this message pops up:]

1F 4SG4RD 1S 1N N33D OF MY S3RV1C3S, TH3N 1 W1LL 41D TH3M. 1T 1S ONLY R1GHT, 4S 4 L3G1SL4C3R4TOR DO3S NOT TURN DOWN 4 CH4NC3 TO DO JUST1C3 OR H3LP OTH3RS 1N N33D.
 
 
19 December 2011 @ 09:37 pm
[ the screen flashes on mid-motion, while someone—fenris—is making an angry gesture, quick and sharp. it’s that which probably switched the bracelet on—that and the fact that he isn’t very used to the technology yet. ]

...of all people, that I had to be stuck here with you.

[ the camera shifts as his fingers twitch to show that he’s addressing anders—who notices the device’s activity before its owner and adjusts his posture accordingly, in order to be seen better. ]

You know, Fenris, that reminds me—general questions seem to turn up some interesting responses in this place, don’t they? Why don’t I give one of my own a go. Dear citizens: Is there anyone that you would not, under any circumstances whatsoever, wish to find yourself kidnapped with? Someone whose very presence is an offense to all you hold dear? [ oh, is that sneer on his face too apparent? what a shame. ] Just curious! No reason in particular.

[ fenris yanks his wrist back, neatly ruining the frame of the shot. performance has never been his strong suit, despite his penchant for theatrical speech. ]

Perhaps when Hawke finds us a way out of here, you can remain behind. Kidnapped all alone, just as you prefer.

[ and the curtain falls. ]
 
 
17 December 2011 @ 02:02 pm
[action]

[Anyone passing through Odin District may notice this prosecutor conversing with a very familiar snowman near the library. His arms are crossed, and he taps his right upper arm with his left index finger as he waits patiently for this winter visitor to speak. He's a little relaxed...although some tension remains. Because seriously HE'S TALKING TO A SNOWMAN ASGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW. Sure, Miles has gotten sort of used to how things roll here, but nothing prepared him for TALKING SNOWMEN. WHAT WERE THESE GODS PLAYING AT.

The snowman's button mouth moves, and he finally gives his riddle.]


I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?

[A moment is all Miles needs to answer this one. His neutral expression changes into a smirk. This riddle was child's play compared to the contradictions he had to unearth from difficult witnesses' testimonies. His tone is very sure...possibly even smug. Silly snowman, you don't know 'bout his shiny logic.]

The letter e, of course.

That's right. [The snowman hands him a wrapped present; his coal eyes seem to twinkle with approval. Miles looks at the present for while, then slowly reaches out to take it.]

Ah...thank you. [He stares down at the gift, wondering what could be inside - or if this was yet another trick by the gods.]

[video]

[Several minutes later, he will make his very first post on the network. Miles has spoken to a few people - mostly from his House - but he has spent much of the past week investigating as much of Asgard as he can, trying to find anything that would unravel this setup. He has found nothing, and as all his theories fall away one by one, he slowly realizes that everything, from the gods spiriting them to Asgard to the gifts these gods supposedly granted their visitors, was real. With no evidence to debunk the existence of this strange realm, his arguments were going nowhere.

So ladies and gentlemen, he will be seated at the table in his room, with a stack of books, his organizer and this hat - albeit black with an equally dark satin ribbon. At first glance it doesn't seem so warm, no? But hey, it's a nice hat. And it's winter.]


The snowman I met in my district tested my wits with a riddle, and rewarded me for my answer. [He gestures toward the hat.] I can only assume that snowmen in other districts would test others differently. [He didn't leave Odin District after he got his riddle and his hat.]

If you have met a snowman in another district besides that of Odin, what task were you given, and did you complete it?
 
 
 
12 December 2011 @ 02:58 am
▸▸ VIDEO

So I suppose everyone had already asked everything that's relevant in the past few days. "What's your name, where did you come from . . ." 【 a thoughtful frown mars that pretty face.

But! I still have a question and it's a very important, very critical question to me right now.

there's a headtilt, his hand rising to rub his temples.

What do you do when something important gets stolen from you? Like something really, really important that the people you know would probably knock the lights out of you if they ever find out you lost it?

a heavy, depressive, rather exaggerated sigh. he hardly looks like he's fretting about it anyway. 】 I feel like I've been bullied out of something. Which is a weird feeling because I'm usually the bully.

Ah, speaking of being bullied! 【 that serious, thoughtful expression? has now been replaced by a wide, wide smile that speaks of blackmail and sadism innocence and friendliness. 】 Kaz, I don't believe you told me which house you belonged to. How am I supposed to drop by and visit you then?
 
 
10 December 2011 @ 10:38 pm
So we've been brought here to "save the world", have we? I can't say that something like that was on my bucket list, but sure, i'll go along with it. I do wish I knew a little more about Norse mythology, though. Seems like it'll come in handy here.

The technology isn't bad, either. Bracelets with computers in them... sounds like something out of a science-fiction film. What else can these things do, other than the obvious network connection?

Oh, and one more thing; if anybody knows if a man by the name of Sherlock Holmes is here, could they let me know? Short, curly hair, dressed in a casual suit, probably has a gun on him. It's kind of important. Thanks.

-John Watson
 
 
10 December 2011 @ 09:42 pm
[Video on.]

--ker's breath, what is--

[Video off.

Video on.

Video off.

Video on.

This goes on for a few minutes, until it finally stops and Hawke is peering down at her bracelet and then back up at the holographic screen with the most perplexed look on her face. It's pretty clear she hasn't noticed this thing can, and is, recording her, because she just keeps on making witty retorts to herself while jabbing her hand at parts of the screen.]


Figures something like this would've happened. I suppose I should be so lucky that I haven't bumped into another crazy mage so far. Or a dragon, there's always a dragon around. [Sighs.] Perhaps I should invite these gods over to tea, as well. This kind of decorating isn't as cuddly and inviting as I'd expect for honored guests.

[The video is suddenly pointed at her chest. And feet. And the floor. And the wall across her. And basically pretty much everywhere except her face for the next couple of seconds, before it is shoved up to her face where it will only be recording her nose, pretty much, as she proceeds to flick the bracelet and camera several times. I hope you enjoy the sound of tapping, until the feed is cut off, at least.]