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stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
Verse One [Action/Voice]
[Action: Locked to Loki]
[One moment he had been standing amongst his brothers (and sister) in arms, Tesseract held in a shielded sheath meant to make the passage home simpler. Safer. The day was bright, the battle won, justice to be meted out by his father and while all was not entirely well with the world it was, for a moment, as close as it might come until his family was once again in the fold.
A twist of the wrist, a blinding flare of blue-
And he wakes bereft of his armor, without the Tesseract, and without his brother.]
Loki-
[He surges to his feet, stumbling, teeth grit and braced for battle. No other being could wrest magic in such a way to transport him somewhere aside from Asgaurd- for this is certainly not his home.]
LOKI! [A beat, and then-] Hammer?
[He extends his fist and his will, waiting for Mjolnir to fly to him- but he senses it not. He is without armor and he is unarmed. It makes for a frustrated, puzzled Thor that tromps through the woods, searching for the Tesseract, his brother, and his armor. At odd intervals he calls out either for his brother, or, in a fit of frustration, his hammer. Neither answer.]
[Action: Open]
[After that...enlightening and less than entertaining discussion with his brother, Thor resumes his wanderings, seeking out the village of which Loki spoke. He is as he was when he arrived, save that he is entirely devoid of clothing.
Thank you, brother.
He shall wander until he finds the village, and wander further still until he finds somewhere to clothe himself. When he finds not a single pair of trousers that would fit him left and a pinned note to a truly hideous gown. All the dresses or feminine clothing that might fit him yet remains.
Thank you so, so much, brother.
Later still he sits, wrapped in a toga formed of a bedsheet, picking at a long since emptied plate in Seventh Heaven]
Should any find trousers sufficient enough to clothe an Asgardian I would be most greateful to have them. I might be found at the Tavern of Seven Heavens, feasting on their hot dogs, which they have assured me are not actually made of hounds.
[One moment he had been standing amongst his brothers (and sister) in arms, Tesseract held in a shielded sheath meant to make the passage home simpler. Safer. The day was bright, the battle won, justice to be meted out by his father and while all was not entirely well with the world it was, for a moment, as close as it might come until his family was once again in the fold.
A twist of the wrist, a blinding flare of blue-
And he wakes bereft of his armor, without the Tesseract, and without his brother.]
Loki-
[He surges to his feet, stumbling, teeth grit and braced for battle. No other being could wrest magic in such a way to transport him somewhere aside from Asgaurd- for this is certainly not his home.]
LOKI! [A beat, and then-] Hammer?
[He extends his fist and his will, waiting for Mjolnir to fly to him- but he senses it not. He is without armor and he is unarmed. It makes for a frustrated, puzzled Thor that tromps through the woods, searching for the Tesseract, his brother, and his armor. At odd intervals he calls out either for his brother, or, in a fit of frustration, his hammer. Neither answer.]
[Action: Open]
[After that...enlightening and less than entertaining discussion with his brother, Thor resumes his wanderings, seeking out the village of which Loki spoke. He is as he was when he arrived, save that he is entirely devoid of clothing.
Thank you, brother.
He shall wander until he finds the village, and wander further still until he finds somewhere to clothe himself. When he finds not a single pair of trousers that would fit him left and a pinned note to a truly hideous gown. All the dresses or feminine clothing that might fit him yet remains.
Thank you so, so much, brother.
Later still he sits, wrapped in a toga formed of a bedsheet, picking at a long since emptied plate in Seventh Heaven]
Should any find trousers sufficient enough to clothe an Asgardian I would be most greateful to have them. I might be found at the Tavern of Seven Heavens, feasting on their hot dogs, which they have assured me are not actually made of hounds.
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On the power part, that only holds true so long as you remain on the enclosure, if you're out of the barrier your power is at normal, the wings remain though. And in case you weren't before, you're definitively mortal here even if it's only by getting the wings ripped off. Everyone returns after a week more or less though.
And from time to time it's possible that you will find yourself or those around you losing their minds, bodies and other "fun" stuff. Always temporal but annoying nonetheless.
[At least it's not as regular as it was before.]
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That they are held against their will and tested upon, he had hoped that not to be true. And yet...]
My thanks, Warrior Phoenix. You have helped me make greater sense of that which confounded me and for that, and the clothing, I am most grateful.
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That which confounded you... I take that you have been treated as if you were here before? Or that your brother said something about being here for a while?
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[He shakes his head, leaving that topic for another time.]
It fits, now, that he should have said I was here once before, and that I have met someone that much resembled a woman I care for.
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I must seriously warn you, this place can be a worthy and difficult challenge to your physical strength, specially if you go on missions or get drafted. But the biggest toll will be on your own mind, if you are so unlucky to stay here for long enough, meeting people who wear faces familiar to you but aren't the ones you care for will be something you will find even desirable.
[Though no matter how much warning he gives, Luceti always manages to surprise.]
Regarding the factions within the Malnosso, that is true as well, they seem to be a big organization but not all of them seem to agree on things. There is a group that has a particular hobby of kidnapping people and experimenting on them privately. There are ways to avoid them, but it's a constant possibility and even if you aren't kidnapped others around you may be so and you may still end having to deal with the results of their experiments.
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But here, in this place, his brother seems to have settled. Flourished. Perhaps it is not so dire as all that.]
My thanks for the warning. I know not how I might take watching others taken against their will but...knowing ahead of time will make the wounds sting less.
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[Harsh words but they are said calmly as mere facts. After all that's the truth of this place.]
Ironically the Malnosso aren't the biggest threat as of now, they don't want our lives after all. There's another group, currently at war with the Malnosso, who are set on killing everything and everyone. Permanently.
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It should not be so much of a relief to hear that there is something he might be able to do, here.]
What of them? Are the warriors of this Village familiar with how they fight, their plans, their tactics? What might you tell me of them?
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[Pause.]
It's said that we are losing the war. Or at least that things are far worse than the Malnosso want us to think. For details on all that you can check the journals and talk with some of the people who go to missions frequently.
And if you want some first hand experience before going on a mission or to a draft, maybe the Battle Dome has a simulation of their soldiers.
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They have been here longer, they would know better what ought to be done.]
Is that where warriors train while in the village?
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[Ikki's tone is serious and firm, there's no doubt in his words.]
However, in the current situation and in the larger scheme of things, that's technically a benefit for the village. Many missions have helped with gathering information about the state of affairs outside the barrier, information not watered down or manipulated by the Malnosso. There is a point system, you earn more points the more missions you do, and those points allow you to ask for a reward which may be for your personal use or for someone else.
It all depends on how you want to look at it and what you want to do with something you worked hard to earn.
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[To the benefit of their captors, but also the village. He shall have to take a fair while to think over what might be done with what he earned, or what he might be able to do to earn anything in the first place before he made a move. Consider the implications of going on these missions. Perhaps he might confer with the rest of the Avengers, find what it is they think.]
I shall have to consider it greatly.
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If you choose to do missions and the like, though, don't expect the Malnosso to thank you. According to them, whatever we may do is just an infinitely small portion of everything they do.
[Ikki doesn't sound very convinced about it, personally.]
I think that's mostly all, in general terms. You may find more information asking those who participate in missions regularly and with people who work on the tunnels, can't say much about that, I don't go there but you can access them through the fountain last I checked. A word of warning though, whatever you do, don't use the journals to talk about those things. The Malnosso monitor them, or at least may listen in on them even if you make a private message, so if you want real information about the missions, the war and the general investigations about this place, go for face to face conversations.
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[Unimpressed Thor is unimpressed, but grateful for the clothing and the information.]
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Anyway, you are welcome.
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