two games to read up on, canon to review, swords to polish...

[lunging]

I am...not so sure I approve.

You will have to make another one of these accounts, Mortal.

I don't mean that to encourage you to do these things, because I am still uncertain whether or not I approve. Even if my friends are there, some of these things sound far too unpleasant. Far too unpleasant.

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[ohhdeer]

Oh, you're not really going on that ship, are you? People are saying there's a-- a demon.. contagion of some sort going around right now.

[lunging]

...there is an illness spreading about this ship?

[ohhdeer]

Well.. sort of? If possession counts as an illness, I suppose.

[lunging]

[...THIS IS NO GOOD.]

There are people being possessed by demons most foul?

[ohhdeer]

Well.. Yes, sir. That's what it looks like. My experience with demons is.. well. Minimal, though. So I can't say with any confidence if it's true.

[lunging]

Aye, demons are...never much good.

[Sir? Aha! Here he bows with a grand flourish, his cape moving as though it's a part of him. His hand moves to take hers so he might leave a kiss against the tops of her knuckles.]

I am Fandral of the Warriors Three, he who resides in the House of Odin of Asgard, fair lady.

[ohhdeer]

[ a stunned pause. ]

Um. [ this is always awkward. ] I'm not-- a lady, Mister Fandral. [ e a s i n g his hand away, now, blushing. ] I just.. sort of look like one. I'm sorry, I think it's my father's blood.

[wont]

[ Were she less courteous, she would tell him to run as quick and as far from the Tranquility has he can. But Alayne is courteous and so dips in a curtsey. ]

Friends do make some of the unpleasantness bearable, ser. A small comfort, perhaps. But a comfort, still.

[lunging]

[Oh, hello fair lady.]

Aye, and my friends are in both of these places, and I must stay by their side. Still, there are hesitations.

You didn't see anything.

[lunging]

[OH.

WELP.]

My sincerest apologies, truly. The men of Asgard usually wear beards or mustaches, I am still unused to the ways of Midgard.

see what B)

[ohhdeer]

Well, I'm not-- technically from.. Midgard, either, I guess. [ he reaches up, untangling his hair from around a pair of little black antlers. ] These are, um, real. Not-- decorations. On that ship, we're all from different worlds.

[ a pause, then a hesitant smile. ]

Don't worry, I'm sure you'll pick things up quickly enough. And for the record, if it means anything, your manners are considerably better than the last Norse god-type I met.

:D

[lunging]

...who was the last god you met?

I am no god, sir, but a warrior of Asgard.

[ohhdeer]

Well.. it basically equates to the same sort of thing, doesn't it? Where I'm from.. all gods and the like belong to the same world.

[ a slightly embarrassed glance, rubbing his arm. ] The last one I met.. was Thor? Big-- blond guy, likes to start brawls, carries a giant hammer? He protects my brother. I hear that there's another version of him on the Tranquility, though.

[lunging]

[...bwuh bwuh.]

And Thor was unpleasant to you, yet protects your brother? That makes little sense.

[ohhdeer]

Oh, no, he wasn't-- unpleasant to me, exactly? He's just.. er. Blunt, I guess. I'm not used to him.

[lunging]

Aye, Thor speaks his mind without much in the way of reservation. He is a prince and the wielder of Mjolnor the mighty and thunder, but he can be quite abrasive.

[trickstering]

[swords to polish.....]

Theses mortals can be difficult to convince.

[lunging]

[We're talking about Fandral here, okay, he has to polish his sword often]

Aye, my friend, I have come to know as much.

[He will carry on as though he was taken just from the healing room, but he is not. He has been through all the events. He just likes to think that playing it as such is clever and Hogun is not around to tell him to knock it off and frown. Always frowning.]

[trickstering]

[yes. i imagine he does.]

Hopefully it will not be too perilous for you.

[lunging]

I am of the Warriors Three, friend Loki! I am certain I can handle most anything thrown my way, even without Hogun and Volstagg by my side. Thor and Sif and yourself are in one of these places, and Darcy is in another.

[trickstering]

At least you will be amongst friends.

[lunging]

Yes! At least there is that.

I am also very curious about one thing, at least. Thor told me of literate trolls and a fair Peggy Carter spoke of these trolls writing only in brazen, bright colors. How strange a thing to imagine! Trolls that can read and write!

[Though he is suspicious, thinking they use only bright colors to blind the reader before they attack.]

[trickstering]

[oh my god this is an A+ description of trolls.]

They're harmless, we have them as well.

[also once Eridan gets there they are going to be such bros. it's happening.]

[lunging]

[FANDRAL USES HIS OWN KIND OF LOGIC
Sometimes it works!]

Have they written stories of you, Loki? Thor spoke of one writing a story of him.

[they can argue about horns and who looks less like a cow
bffs

[trickstering]

I have not had much interaction with them, really.

[y u p. Bond over magic, angst, being princes, wanting to take over the world, REALLY NICE SCARVES. the list goes on really.]