unimpressed by The Eyes at a_facility

[rottenjudgment]

If you could stop putting capitals on those words, that'd be just swell.

And I know you have me on some kind of rebound stretch to prove I'm not "broken" because of my "canon point" but just don't make it serious, okay? It's not like I've forgotten everything that happened...

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[lunging]

Aye, I am a friend of many gods.

I am not a god, however. I am a a warrior of Asgard, nothing more.

[rottenjudgment]

Gods are more trouble than they're worth.

[lunging]

Aye, fair lady, you have no need to tell me twice. In some cases, they are much moreso, but many are my friends.

Might I have the pleasure of your name?

[narrationsensations]

Honey you can have ALL the pleasure you--

[narrationsensations]

-Well good job ruining the sexual tension, Thalia!!

[narrationsensations]

-Are we fighting again...?

[narrationsensations]

-Ooh, I didn't know we were supposed to be in this thread!

[narrationsensations]

-WE'RE NOT. Now pipe down and let these two finish building their CR, ladies.

[narrationsensations]

*Collectively* Fiiine.....

[Don't mind the statue; it's back to being an inanimate object now.]

A+ would lol again

[lunging]

[FAIR MAIDENS OF BEAUTIFUL SKIN, HAIR, AND EYES

WHERE HAVE YOU GONE

NO...TURNED TO STONE!


GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKS!]

WELL PLAYED LADIES

[rottenjudgment]

Soooo...

[ most awkward follow-up ever ]

How about those Gladiators this year? Been a sellout Coliseum crowd lately...

teases!

[lunging]

[Ladies now turned to stone...this is a place of true horrors.

They are all beautiful statues though.]

Gladiators?

Ah, you're Greek.

but oh so good at it, aren't they?

[rottenjudgment]

[ this pose ]

That's not a problem, I hope.

he will take the statue through the bifrost

[lunging]

[...

...oh.

OHO! Her gown is very flimsy, her sandals and ankles thin, her hair wonderfully kept, and her eyes...oh yes, The Eyes. It makes sense now. Here he was under the idea of eyes like Heimdall's...the eyes one feels pressure under and that they are always being watched whenever they try to be sly, such as sneaking food or maidens.]

Nay, my lady, it is not at all. And yet again I must ask for your name, if you would be so kind.

well there's a woman here who's definitely not made of stone~

[rottenjudgment]

It's Megara.

[ very slowly flicks a piece of hair off her shoulder ]

You can call me Meg.

statue under one arm, megara over the shoulder. VIKING STYLE

[lunging]

[Those blue eyes totally
follow
that
hair]

Yet Megara is so beautiful, I fear I'd be doing you a great disservice to shorten it.

JEEEEEZ. MEN!

[rottenjudgment]

They teach you some pretty nice compliments in that Asgard place.

yes, manly men of asgard men. ...and lady sif.

[lunging]

[Ooooh, she's witty. Like a fire, really, blazing pale and purple and brown.]

I see it as nothing but the truth! But if you really wish to be referred to by a shortening, Meg you will be.

poor Sif, surrounded by all those bros

[rottenjudgment]

So do all of you have those baby blues or are you just special?

actually, it's the other way around.

[lunging]

[Oh, why there's a compliment he hasn't heard in some time. He cracks into a broad grin.]

Nay, we are all as different as Midgardians. Earth's people, I mean.

[rottenjudgment]

And that fitted armor... that chest plate...

[lunging]

[WHOA someone is straight forward]

And, you are forgetting...

[Unsheathed, SCWHING!]

My sword!

[rottenjudgment]

How impressive.

[lunging]

Isn't it? Forged in the greatest fires of all of Asgard, this blade!