Voice testing/prodding the muse, no idea where/if I'll app him yet

[sinningsaint]

Me? Again? Why is it always me? Can't you pick some other guy to drag into one of your "games"? I'm getting really tired of your need to pull me away from my sister and dump me in one of your 'jamjars.' Why in the world do you even call it that? None of these 'games' have anything to do with jam!

I won't do it. No. I'm not going to work with you this time. I'm staying right here with my sister and you can take that weird Riku kid instead, and stick HIM into your play-with-your-mind 'game.'

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[fotlenke]

You are incorrect. There are indeed games with jam.

[sinningsaint]

Wait--really? Actual jam and not metaphorical jam, right?

[fotlenke]

Of course! The other day, I found a lovely jar of boysenberry preserves in Garden's kitchen storeroom!

[sinningsaint]

Oh...that actually sounds sort of nice! And just anyone could eat it?

[fotlenke]

Of course! Mind be, you must share. After all, it is impolite to hog such a treat.

[sinningsaint]

I'd be happy to share as long as I got some. [Mostly, anyway.]

Fine, new plan: convince the mun to put me somewhere that has a lot of sweets, like jam.

[fotlenke]

You should come to Garden! It is a lovely mercenary academy, and we have our own kitchen and pantries!

[sinningsaint]

Hmm. You can learn how to become stronger at a place like a mercenary academy, right? And it has a pantry with sweets...

I guess if I have to go somewhere, that'd be fine. But I still don't want to leave my sister behind.

[fotlenke]

Wherever you go will be lucky to have you, this I am sure.

[sinningsaint]

[surprised] Er, that's nice of you to say...but we've only just met. What if I'm not as great as I seem?

[fotlenke]

Then that is unfortunate. But I believe that you will do something good. Everyone has that capability, do they not?

[sinningsaint]

Everyone? [He pauses to consider for a moment.] I...guess. Maybe. I'd hope so, although some people seem to be pretty inclined to doing things that are bad over things that are good. Even if they're well meaning.

[fotlenke]

In one eye it is bad, in another it is good. It matters on perception. [ soft smile ] There is an old saying in Vanaheim: in war, there is neither good nor bad.

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[sinningsaint]

I guess it does depend on the person, but when people are being hurt, and they don't even have anything to do with your conflict, then...

[sinningsaint]

Wait, did you say Vanaheim? That sounds familiar.

[fotlenke]

Yes, I did. Vanaheim. Home to the Vanir.

[sinningsaint]

W-wow....! [His eyes go wide and he leans a little closer.] I read about the Vanir once when I was a kid! I never thought I'd get to meet someone actually FROM Vanaheim! So are you a Vanr, yourself?

[fotlenke]

[ this makes her so happy! ]

You know of the Vanir? By Yggdrasil, are you of the Nine Realms?

[sinningsaint]

[with a sheepish chuckle] Well, I guess you could say I'm from Midgard--I'm just a normal human.

[fotlenke]

Truly? [ beaming ] And what is your name, Normal Human?

[sinningsaint]

Joshua Christopher. And yours, miss?

[fotlenke]

Sigyn. Sigyn Freyasdotter.

[sinningsaint]

Well, it's nice to meet you, Sigyn. Or, er, should I say Ms. Freyasdotter?

[fotlenke]

Just Sigyn, please.

[sinningsaint]

All right. You can just call me 'Joshua,' too.

[fotlenke]

[ chuckling ] All right.

[sinningsaint]

Um, so...what's Vanaheim like? If you don't mind me asking.

[fotlenke]

I...I only know what it was. Since Asgard took the Vanir, Vanaheim has fallen to ruin.

[sinningsaint]

Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't know.