[ she had left merlin to deal with the things her brother had managed, had gone to the citadel once and then again to look around and try to think what she might do with the place. the woman of asgard were not village women, they were warriors in part. but in part, they were ladies and learned-women. if she can teach them to fight then why not.

but the longer she sits in her room and thinks of it the more something begins to form in her mind and by the time it finally sets in, she knows what she must do. she ought to address the city formally and yet she thinks they might see (the lines of worry, the signs of heartbreak); and so so conceals the pain behind a text. ]


People of Asgard, I hope this finds you well.

I will not speak to you of the departure of my brother, for Merlin had spoken of it and has addressed all that must have been addressed. I do not come to you with offers of employment nor with announcements of any sorts for I know you have heard those already.

I come to you as my brother's sister and the last Pendragon to still linger within the borders of Asgard. We were three once, you might remember. There was the king, my brother Arthur who was King of Camelot after him and myself.

My brother held no formal alliances in this land, he had no sworn knights that I know of, no wards that I heard word of. Yet I know, as I have known Arthur for many years, that he has sought to help all those he met and in doing so, I am certain he had aided many in the city. There are many who would miss him nearly as much as I.

For those who my brother had sought to help, for those he held in his favor, I offer the same. I cannot retrieve my brother from his duties in Camelot. I can, however, as the last Pendragon in Asgard, keep true to his efforts and offer my favor to all those he had before his departure. If you require my aid, my comfort or my favor, you may address me and I shall do my best to offer you the same my brother would have. I know he would have wanted as much, I do not mean to fail him.


I would be very grateful if you shall seek me if the need arises. I can be found in the Citadel or at Thor District. If the Gods of Asgard are reading these words; on behalf of my brother, I offer sympathies for the slumber of Odin and I offer my aid to Thor who now rules in his place.

Morgana of house Pendragon;
Lady of Camelot
 
 
[ spike is bustling around his kitchen, tea and toast in the making. he pulls a slice out of the toaster and starts smearing jam on. ]

It's been a little while, you lot. Or, well, guess I saw most of you on the train home. But now there's new folks and old folks coming back and the like. Par for the beginning of the month, or whatever frame of time it is they use here.

[ now starting in on the second and a thoughtful look crosses over his features. ] I would say this place gets less agonizing the longer I'm here, but I think I know better than to jynx it by now...

[ the kettle goes off, startling him into spinning too quick and knocking the toast off the counter - jam side down. ] Oh come on!

Bloody hell. Where was I? Oh, yeah.

Sober two days, you bunch of bastards. Hope you're happy.

[ the feed is about to go out but a few muffled words make it through as he's cleaning up the jam: ] How did hair get in this? Ugh. Crooks.

[ - and zamo. ]
 
 
29 January 2014 @ 09:30 pm
What up, bitches. I would ask if anyone missed me, but I don't think there was even time for that.

[Because someone's taken a quick trip home and seems no worse for wear.]

I guess we're supposed to take our quests one at a time, even if the streets here aren't exactly paved with gold. I gotta admit though, I was really looking forward to kicking some flying monkey butt.

[Private to Dean]

So when are we gonna talk about the whole death thing?
 
 
22 January 2014 @ 09:47 pm
This place again.

[When Max comes into view on the screen it's clear that she's sitting on her bed in the Freya house and is worn out from the trip back. The same old song and dance. Creepy maids, and stereotypical housing placements.]

Huh. Looks different. Show of hands, who's still here that remembers me?

[There had to be someone. Maybe if they replied she'd feel less alone. After everything with Logan, and Ben, and the rest of her siblings she's been feeling worse than ever and coming down from what she thought was a bad dream didn't help.]

And can I get a run down on the recent events? Nothing too lengthy. Use bullet points if you have to.

[Max reaches up and pushes her curly hair back across her forehead. She's not going to say more than she has to. Networking isn't an area of strength for her. So she might as well kill two birds with one stone.]

I also need a job. I'm not gonna be left in a lurch like last time. Give me an offer and I'll let you know if I can swing it. And if you're not the one that's hiring specifically, point me in the direction of who you know that is.
 
 
31 July 2012 @ 12:46 am
[This is Max. See Max looking really really irked. This wouldn't be that far from normal, except, well-]

Whoever has my body, you have two hours to report in. Get back to me.

[This isn't Max. Oops.]
 
 
26 June 2012 @ 10:45 pm
I'm looking for someone that'll supply a monthly regimen of Tryptophan. It's important. I guess you could say it keeps me level.

I'm not sure it's even available here but for my own reasons I'd rather do it this way instead of walking directly into the Asgard equivalent of a pharmacy or hospital.
 
 
04 May 2012 @ 09:41 pm
[ good morning, asgard. aren't we looking lovely this fine day? today, claudia greets the network, looking a little thoughtful, and tapping a ballpoint pen against a table. the ink is pink. no, she hasn't used this one the most! gosh. (except for how she totally has.) there are more pens on the table, too: black, blue, green, red. one of those might be purple... someone sure raided an officemax. ]

Do you think, when we leave, the gods will allow us to take some things home with us? I know I have joked about the television and microwave, but the pens they have — so much more convenient! I don't have to dip. And the ink doesn't bleed or smudge!

[ most assassins hide knives in their clothes. claudia hides pens. ]
 
 
03 May 2012 @ 04:47 am
[When Max opens the video feed from her bracelet she can be seen sitting cross legged in front of a sleek black motorcycle. She's polished her up and took the time to walk her from out front of Freya house into her room there.

You might've seen her on her way up.
]

I don't care what anyone has to say. My bike's not street meat and as long as it's a paper weight I'm gonna use it for decoration.
 
 
21 March 2012 @ 10:46 pm
[Well hello, everyone! At about noon, one of your Gods has appeared in front of you again, cheerfully addressing the network from a nicely furnished living room somewhere (the decor matches the castle, perhaps?) Loki is completely chill about this, nowhere near as uptight as Odin was.]

Hey there, Travellers! This is your captain speaking. One of them, anyway. The name's Loki.

Are you having a good time? How about a miserable one? Either way, we hope you're not bored. The whole point is to keep you going, isn't it? The more you laugh and cry, the better the city gets. Have you noticed yet? It's working. Some things are getting pretty colourful by now, so we really have to thank you a little.

Good thing it's a special time anyway. See, it's the first day of Spring, so for our little world of Yggdrasil, it's the beginning of a new year! Welcome to year 416 of the Last Era, everyone!

To celebrate, to get the year off on a good leg, and to thank you, we'll be allowing another little Q&A here. You can ask us whatever you want as long as you follow a few rules.

One, we don't have to answer repeat questions. We might, but if you're all asking us the same thing we aren't going to explain it over and over. That's boring, and I'm sure you're all perfectly intelligent enough to look at the answers we give other people.

Two, we don't have to answer stupid questions. Self-explanatory, right? If you're repeating a stupid question you're breaking two rules, so don't do that. You might end up regretting it.

Three, you're not entitled to answers we aren't ready to give you. If you can't handle hearing "no", we just won't argue with you.

Simple, right? Now for one last thing, here's a couple of questions you can answer for me, if you want to.

How would you like it if we socialized more? Would it make you more or less comfortable?

Also, what's the #1 thing you think this city is lacking?

Ready? Go.


[OOC NOTE: The mods will OOCly be following the gods' IC rules. This means that if your comment gets skipped we aren't mad at you, it's just that we are all people with limited time too. ;)

This is also the post that will trigger the proving a point plot. If your character was chosen (the list is below), they should comment here asking about their powers. If you don't have time to do so, you're welcome to handwave that they asked and it was ignored, but characters who didn't ask won't be punished. If you were chosen and changed your mind about participating at all, it's fine to just not do it (it doesn't have to be an exact 10 that die), but if you want us to find an alternate, PM us asap so we can do so.

Now for the 10 victims, we chose 5 with more mental powers and 5 with more physical, and tried to pull from the biggest variety of canons as possible. The characters chosen to die are as follows:

Dying from physical powers: Buffy Summers, Cheriour, Dante, Rin Okumura, & Ririchiyo Shirakiin

Dying from mental powers: Charles Xavier, Kainé, Rose Lalonde, Shiki Ryougi, & Sweden

Characters chosen can die anywhere from now til March 31. It honestly doesn't matter if it all happens in the next few hours or if they're all at once on March 31, so don't agonize too much over timing. Just have with it. Check the linked plot info for more details! :)]
 
 
18 March 2012 @ 03:30 am
[When the feed comes on Max is still trying to figure it out. Cursing over the technology, she hasn't seen anything like this since she escaped Manticore and not even Eyes Only had this kind of stuff at his fingertips.]

Okay, I got some bits and pieces from the freaky house maid... but what the hell's going on?

[She looks winded, like she's been running, and she had. Her wavy hair is hanging in loose tendrils in her face which is a mixture of confusion and worry. It lasts for only a second before her face winds up angry, her hazel eyes hard.]

Lydecker if you screwed me you're gonna pay!!