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Characters: Sif, Cho
Open? No
Where: Cho’s quarters
When: Backdated to after Sif makes Loki Cho’s manservant.
What: Sif got Cho a present! And not at all a giant chore.
Warnings: None
( Congratulations, it’s a prince! )

offyougonow

Characters: The King and his Worried Subjects. Oh yeah, and some heroes.
Open? Yep!
Where: The King's lazy throne room. You know, the one that looks like a rich person's den.
When: GHB6
What: Someone made a bonfire of the White Forest so the King is holding audiences to try and calm the crowd.

( People, my people! At least form an orderly line! )

sorcerous

WHO Anyone who wants to rescue Sansa! Also Loki and Sansa.
WHAT Rescuing Sansa from the Ice Tower
WHERE Upstream on the river.
WHEN This IC day/the next IC day
NOTES I'll be setting up subthreads for the ice maze, the guardians outside the tower, and the stairs inside the tower. The group will start out all together in the ice maze and then be separated into two, I believe. The groups are (correct me if I'm wrong) Cho, Sif and Faolan, and Giles, Helios, Kay and Bakura. It's not too late to participate! If you would like to, hit up the plurk linked in the below paragraph.

The general sequence of events can pretty much be assumed to be: they get through the ice maze, they get through the guardians, they get up the stairs. If anyone would in particular like your group to be the winner, that's cool with me, go ahead and jump in here, otherwise it'll just be whoever manages to RP to that part first.

brosif

[Sif has sent word for Sansa and gotten no reply. Something the girl's upbringing would never allow.

Her suspicions go, first, towards the mother of Dragons. But to state as such would reveal too much.]

Has anyone seen the Princess Stone, as of late? I need to speak with her.

offyougonow

Characters: Everyone's Favorite King and You!
Where: The Castle Courtyard
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today.

( That bwessed awwangement... that dweam within a dweam. )

brosif

[The orb comes up, and Sif is surrounded by a small but dedicated throng of villagers. All of whom are waving pieces of paper about. Her hair is disheveled, and as she brings a hand up to tug on her necklace there is a very audible crack as her elbow connects with the nose of a young maiden. It is accidental, but satisfying.]

What in all the worlds has gotten into the townspeople, this day? My autograph has been requested more times this morning than in the past month.

dash_dynamic

[There is a man in very princely clothing staring down into the orb. He looks...well, "worked up" would be a good way to put it.]

This is for communication, right?

[And he takes a deep breath...]

SOSUKE! RENN! HANT! SAKI! MIU! GUNPHERD! ...Hiroto? IS ANYONE ELSE HERE?!

[Nope, he's not freaking out at all as he's yelling into the orb. He's calm. So calm. Ever calm. Staying PERFECTLY calm.]

Does anyone at least know which of the Brane Worlds this is? I need to find my way back to Human World or Engine World as soon as possible! And WHY everyone here seems to think I'm some kind of prince?!

[Yes, he is PERFECTLY calm. Ever calm. So calm. Just ignore his...twitchiness.]

sorcerous

[ Loki's skin is pale; he, once again, looks human, his eyes green, his hair dark. His fingers are restless, tapping. ] Shall we have a tale?

Here, I believe the appropriate beginning is, let's see... Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was a little world. It had no boundaries, but it was small enough that it needed no boundaries. More on that later, I certainly expect. This world was made by balance between order and chaos. Order created and arranged, and chaos introduced an element of randomness. Evolution. Each required the other to innovate.

But, then, Order isn't so very good at innovation, is it? Perhaps inevitable that one day Chaos would begin to dominate. The balance reels, and the world changes -- or perhaps it's that the world changes, and the balance tips. Either way, each avatar, one of order, one of chaos, are locked in eternal battle. Thorns began to spread, and so Order had to try, again, to reach beyond itself. Literally, this time.

As we stand: order reached to heroes, but could not cope with the element of instability the heroes produced. Thus, it boxed them into confined roles, shaved off the bits of them that would not fit.

Take care, heroes, for chaos would destroy everything -- but order would destroy you from within.

This is, as it stands, all I know. Let you ignorants be satisfied with that.

[ OOC: Thread between Sif and Loki below includes NSFW content. Be thyself warned. ]

brosif

Characters: Sif, Sansa
Open? No
Where: Sif's quarters
When: Morning of the 15th RD
What: Sif recuperates, Sansa is endearing
Warnings: None!
( In a space between waking and sleeping, Sif breathes in deeply )

rutagraveolens

[The voice coming over the orb is young and in a state of awe.] There's so much food here! Where does it all come from? There are so many things I've never seen before. I've never seen so much either, not since-- [She stops and there's a bit of silence before she speaks up again, changing the subject.]

What kind of food does everyone like? We had lots of soup back home. Momma would mix things up in a big boiling pot of water, and once it was done, we'd gather round with our bowls. She always made sure everyone got enough vegetables. We got bread and sometimes if we were really lucky, we'd get some rabbit to share. Oh! I had cho-co-late [she works through the word, recalling it from memory] cake once! It was so sweet and it had frosting and pretty flowers made out of icing! I licked every last bit off my fingers, it was so good. Is there any cake here? I hope there is. [Her voice grows quiet, a little in awe of the idea.] Is it true? That if you’re a hero people will give you things? That you can have all the food you want and never go hungry?

[There's another small pause before Rue whistles four notes. No explanation is offered. If Katniss is around, she'll know. She'll know her little ally is safe.]

fairweather

[A red-haired woman in her early twenties can be seen in the orb. She sits straight-backed and looks quite dignified as she smiles. In the background, one of the very fine rooms of the castle can be seen. When she talks, her voice is very cultured and the refined English accent of an upper-class Londoner.]

Tell me, loves, where can I find a dressmaker? I want something with a little more style and I’m afraid the hideous rags provided simply won’t do. These frills and extra fluff in the skirt, no, no, I want a dressmaker with a sense of style and elegance.

[She sighs. Concerned about her situation? Oh, sure, it's mildly distressing opening a book and waking up in a different dimension, but you learn to roll with the punches.]

And if you do not know where I can find a decent dressmaker, any information about this world will do. Do keep it fun, that dreadful old man was such a bore, droning on about saving the world and defeating thorns. Do I look like a gardener? No, of course not. I don't suppose I can find a decent spa around here, hm? Even natural hot springs will do.

Sophronia, if you're out there, I'm staying at the castle.

emblazing

[ at first there's nothing. there's scuttling sounds, the hissing of something like a snake and a woman's quiet murmurs before sight comes to you. you might be riveted first by the sight of a dragon the size of a small dog sitting in a young lady's lap, the color of cream. she is dressed regally. her features are uncommon, bright violet eyes and waves of silver hair falling around her shoulders; bright as stars.

those shoulders are not bare in just clothing alone. on each shoulder is another dragon, one green, the other a bit larger, black with red streaks in it's scales. she seems calm enough, if not for the fact that her eyes are simmering with fury, her mouth in a taut, tense line. her voice is slightly raised, lined with anger.]

I know of magic. I know that is what brings me here though I know not the reason why. You will not keep me here. My city waits for me, and beyond it all that was stolen from me. I cannot reclaim what is rightfully mine in your spell, whoever has placed it upon me.

[ the black dragon hisses, flapping it's red wings. ]

If there are others trapped in this place, tell me what you know. In return I will reward you by freeing you along with me once I find answers and passage out. There must be a way out.

As for those who have placed this magic--
[ her voice hardens, sharp and raised. ]
You will recieve no such names from me--my enemies are many and I will not waste words on those who have placed me here. I do not fear you--rather, you should fear me. For once you have woken an avenging dragon it does not sleep until it has punished those who have wronged it.

brosif

Ghosts cling to the entryway and nothing ever remains unmarked. Unmade or undone, bone pressing on flesh. Fresh blueberries in autumn, with two moons hanging overhead in the afternoon sun. The scent of it stained her gums.

[Sif’s face is not in view. She speaks quietly, her words not intended for consumption. Her necklace has been tossed to the ground, and the only thing visible is her boots. They are caked in mud and underbrush. Her feet move about restlessly, motions as random and disconnected as her speech.]

We ever attempt substitution, until the original is opaque. Wax paper in a thunderstorm, dried out the next morning.

[ooc: Sif has Snow's visions! If you want her to read your character, give some details here.]

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. ]

consultmybooks

So.

[The Orb shows Giles, sitting in a field. The grass is overgrown, tough, more weeds than anything, but what soil is visible is barren, dry, and crumbling. Just off in the distance, a house can be seen, but it's also possible to see that it's fallen into disrepair, and that the area all around Giles seems to have been quite abandoned for just some time, left for the wilds to reclaim.

Unbenownst to Giles, the Hero of the Mountain had passed through here not too long ago, restoring this place to life and vibrancy...but then she'd left, and her power hadn't stayed, and Chaos had reclaimed this place.

Observers will also note that Giles seems to have acquired a staff - a gnarled, twisted thing as tall as he is, perfect for helping along on a long walk or bashing someone in the head. There's also what appears to be a small, square mirror hanging around his neck on a chain. And that, when he gets to his feet and brushes the dirt from his knees, he's no longer moving like someone who has to remember that the ground is there and needs paying attention to.]

I, um, I have no idea where I am. Absolutely none. I, I know I didn't drink that much at the party...didn't drink anything, in fact, couldn't have...and, and, um, now I'm here, and I can't see Schwanheim, and...I appear to be solid, actually.

I, I suppose that should, um, also be a concern.

...I hope it, um, w-wasn't anything to do with the masks. Masks can have, um, all sorts of, of unsavory powers. That's why I've never understood the fascination w-with masquerade parties. A party where you, um, wind up having to fight off an army of the dead, um, I would say quickly loses all aspects of festivity.

[Giles visibly shakes himself out of his academic haze, and some notable concern returns to his face as he looks around again, obviously lost.]

I'm lost. Um, if, if this place looks remotely familiar to anyone...I-I would appreciate any assistance greatly. Um, th-thank you. And, and is everyone all right, after last night?

toxic_tsarina

[She is eyeing the orb with narrowed eyes, mistrusting it and still thinking this could be a ploy of one of her fellow Avengers.]

This isn’t Tokyo.

[A beat, then:] Barton, I swear, if this is one of your games, I’ll snap every last one of your arrows.

[With something that is more akin to a huff than a sigh, Natasha spoke a string of choice words into the strange device. It was a code that only her fellow Avengers would recognize.]

Words can be like X-rays; if you use them properly, they'll go through anything.

Current Mood: confused

brosif

Characters: Sif, Frigga
Open? No
Where: Frigga's quarters
When: The morning after Frigga's arrival
What: Sif and Frigga brunch and get their timelines straight
Warnings: None!
( Sif had no real reason to feel nervous around the Queen )

windofthephoenixtemple

Characters: Fuu & Open
Open? Yep
Where: Outside of Schwanheim
When: Rebirth Decline 7
What: Fuu is practising her aim with an arrow.
Warnings: Fuu basically firing arrows.
( Sometime's a girl has got to go back to her old method )

shorterinperson

[ Alanna, having returned from her magical adventure in the Old City, sits in the tavern. ]

I have been here nearly a month. In that short time the moon shattered into a million pieces, a curse put half the girls in the village to sleep, a horrible beast threatened the town, and the thorns have started moving faster. On top of that, there have been two celebrations, neither of which ended particularly well. We've accomplished much, but we haven't made even a dent in the thorns.

I miss my husband, my children, my home. If we ever want to be free of this place, we need to focus on the matter at hand.

We need a plan.

matrimony

It's been some time since I've been away from Asgard and I recall the times I have left, it was of my own will. While I understand your land is in need of help, as some of the kind people here in town have told me, I have many things to attend to at home. Considering the events that have transpired recently, I believe my family needs me far more than the people of this land.

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