[homeless]

[volstaggin]

Right. So here we are... Pictures, words for pictures.

Now what?

I'm telling you, mun, this hesitation of yours isn't getting you anywhere at all.

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[fandralicious]

These mundanes can be fickle things, my friend. Believe me.

[volstaggin]

Speaking from experience, are we?

[fandralicious]

You have no idea.

[volstaggin]

Oh.

Is it really as bad as that?

[fandralicious]

Well... not all bad. She has her moments.

[volstaggin]

Oh? Well, that's promising.

[fandralicious]

I don't suppose yours has any grand plans for you, does she?

[volstaggin]

Nope. Not in the slightest.

Bit of a confidence thing, I think.

[mjolnir_time]

Volstagg! It is good to see you, my friend. This is a strange place we find ourselves in.

[volstaggin]

Thor!

I find myself lost, surrounded by strangers, and yet, I am not at all surprised to see you here.

[mjolnir_time]

It has certainly been an adventure so far. There seems to be an infinite number of possible worlds.

Is your mundane thinking of sending you somewhere?

[volstaggin]

Adventure? With you? I can't imagine.

[HAHAH that's a joke :|]

No. Bit of a flighty thing. Some confidence nonsense or something.

[mjolnir_time]

You should lend her some of your warrior's courage, my friend.

[techygoddess]

*Giggles a little*

Be careful what you ask. Because if your luck is anything like mine you'll either find yourself alone. *Yes she's going to glare at her mun for the lack of finding her sisters yet!* Or in a place so dangerous it makes Ragnarok look like a picnic.

[volstaggin]

Hah! A picnic she says. Ragnarok.

You must be confusing it with something else. It's nothing like a picnic.

[techygoddess]

Neither was the last game I was in. The place stripped me of my magic and my ability to read threads. I was a normal girl!

It was horrible. Especially with all the damned wolves and hounds. And the guy who kept insisting I was his daughter. *Shudders* Like the father of the Norns would be some weak minded fool.

*Mun sighs, not his fault she looked a lot like Harry Mason's daughter. Skuld picked her PB!*

[thirteen_pillars]

>A wild BARTENDER appeared
>He offered you some Norse Courage
>It's labeled '2001 McAnally Pale Ale'

[volstaggin]

Oh.

Hah, very good, stranger. I approve.

[thirteen_pillars]

[Mac nods to him encouragingly, grunts a monosyllable that's probably 'good luck with the mun.']

[brosif]

Volstagg!

You're late.

[liesmith]

Did you truly expect your skald to be enthusiastic in playing host to you?