Orb ; rebirth decline 8

[sorcerous]

Heroes; to me.

[ His skin is blue and his eyes aglow with red; he has disregarded his glamour entirely. He has learned, now, that his Role has changed overnight, and that he will have to relearn all he once knew, as far as his sorcery mixes with this place.

There is a tightness to his tone, a firmness, a dignity and an urgency. Not the sharp-tongued princeling, at the moment. ]

We face destruction, lest we act. To me. I am [ address of an apartment, rooms that he has rented from a recalcitrant landlord for a week or so ]; respond, or come to me if you are willing.

[ His urgency is a bit hypocritical; after all, he delayed because of his own problems. Nonetheless: he can delay no longer. The Hero of the Mountains is here, and she must be killed. ]

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[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia knows exactly what sort of use they would have for her too, and she doesn't like it at all. She walked away from that life, she quiet and moved on.

Yet the kingdom saw it fit to throw her back in it.]

I don't make agreements with people I don't know.

[sorcerous]

Only a coward does not act when a realm in entirety is at stake.

A coward I have no use for.

[shadedsunlight]

And it would be even more foolish rushing into a situation without fully exploring the possibilities. You tell us to join you, but you haven't given any reasons why we should trust or believe you.

[sorcerous]

[ He grows impatient while she is writing; he is antsy, anxious. There is true fear in him -- for Frigga, for Sif and Thor, for the children that he knows, for the fragile position of power that he has attained. ]

By Odin's eye -- the King is missing! This woman turned the Capital into a town of ghosts, and the Castle into a frozen shell of a building -- she has the entirety of the village ready to worship her. If you wish to stand by, then stand by! But this realm has what I hold dear, and I will not let it go to destruction.

I will waste no more of my time with you.

[shadedsunlight]

[Dammit all. Killing the hero remains far too rash an idea, especially with so much unknown, but she is suspicious, Ginia knows that much. He has a point too, she won't, can't stand by and do nothing, not when the ones she loves are here. Gritting her teeth, she scribbles out a quick message.]

Where and when is the meeting?

[sorcerous]

Before dawn, [ insert location of Loki's rooms here. ]

[shadedsunlight]

I'll be there.

[There's nothing more to say. Ginia closes her journal and disengages from the orb.]