Moved here, game-seeking. Muse is thoughtful.

[nobler_red]

Miss Mundane,

I know you're very dedicated to my AU, moreso than even the creator of it. I appreciate your support, I truly do. Very few people believe me when I say I've changed or are willing to even hear me out. That is my primary concern here. I don't know what kind of game would take me. I'm not sure what use I could be in a game if we cannot find people who are willing to look past who I was. And I am especially nervous of running into those from the 'proper' canon Marvel universe, because I know they dealt with the monster of a man I was in their world.

But I'm willing to try if you are. Everything happens for a reason. God did not spare me from the ice so that I could sit here and do nothing when there are people and places that need help. All I ask is that you look into games very carefully. This is not a thing to be undertaken lightly. After all the continual rejections and inability to play me you encountered on LiveJournal I'm astounded we're even trying for another round. Just please grant me the favor of not throwing me at every Steve Rogers you come across. The Rogers I knew was a madman. The Schmidt he knew was worse. It's not 'interesting conversation'. It's just awkward for both of us.

I do appreciate your efforts to learn more about my language and country, though. I'm not sure it's necessary - I'm quite proficient in English, especially after my time in the Allied Forces and SS - but it's a kind gesture. And other muns are not so gentle with their muses. Do try to get some rest tonight, though. The games will be there when you awake, I assure you.

Sincerely,

Johann F. Schmidt

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[regretzio]

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♪ Trying to work in joint
Is bound to disappoint
If you look for a friend
From the war's other end
They might Nazi the point ♪

[nobler_red]

Thank you for brightening my mundane's really rather awful day with your song. I would, however, kindly ask you refrain from Nazi puns. I find them to be in bad taste, all things considered, sir.

[vesper_lynd]

It can be a difficult world when everyone remembers something one way except yourself. [says the woman in a similar situation]

[nobler_red]

Indeed. It has not been a pleasant experience so far, trying to dispel the bias people have against me for things I myself technically never did. However, with any luck things may be easier here rather than on LiveJournal.

[vesper_lynd]

I was blessedly never around for this "livejournal" though I've heard from those sharing this headspace that the place could be quite cold.

My problem is that the 'me' that most are familiar with never did half the things I've done.

[nobler_red]

It was receptive at first. At least, in part. But then as time wore on people left, and those remaining had no desire to see me among their ranks.

The version of myself most people know has done the opposite of what I've done. It's all a bit hard to explain.

[vesper_lynd]

Must be terribly frustrating. Could work out in the end though. The place I'm going seems to have people from all kinds of realities. [multiple realities itself is something she's still not sure she completely understands]

[nobler_red]

Multiple realities had to be explained to me. Fortunately one of my colleagues is something of a science nut, so my knowledge of this is canon... insomuch as AUs have canon that they follow.

[vesper_lynd]

I believe that is the thing they call head-canon? This woman wrote all of my 'canon' onto the profile here. I'm right pissed about it too seeing as she's got no right to put all my files out in the open like that.

[nobler_red]

Mine hasn't posted all of her 'headcanon' out here. I think she's considering it, though. I can see why it would be upsetting to have your past spelled out where anyone could read it. My condolences, Miss.

[vesper_lynd]

I do thank you for your kindness Sir. Nothing to be done about it I suppose. At least it's in a place where no one can really use it. I highly doubt I'll be seeing anyone from my reality about after all.

[nobler_red]

I doubt I'll see anyone from my reality, either, but I'm in the same position. As soon as my mun writes up a post on my universe's timeline, everything about me will be painfully public. And while my mun is not overtly cruel, it's still not a pleasant idea.

Is the game you have ended up in at least a kinder place to you?

[vesper_lynd]

I'm actually not sure yet. They are apparently only taking Reserves at the moment. So I suppose I am "in transit" to the destined reality. [The word "destiny" makes her chuckle on the inside]

[nobler_red]

Do they take all AUs? My mun might be interested. And, forgive me, for I am from a another time with different values, but I would not want to leave a woman alone in one of these games. My mun would enjoy any recommendations you could make; she's still new to DW.

[vesper_lynd]

Yes they I believe they do. They accepted me after all. I suppose you'll have to trust me when I tell you that protection isn't something I need very badly though.

[And the game is called shadow_games btw ^-^]

That is the best game ever. <33 Thank you!

[nobler_red]

I know, Miss, but it's the principle of the matter at hand. Thank you, regardless. My mun will be looking into it. It looks like exactly her sort of thing.

May I ask your name, Miss?

hehe You're very welcome ^-^ (oh geez she's gotta say it now >D)

[vesper_lynd]

It's Lynd- Vesper Lynd. [she says with a girk of a smile and an offering of a handshake]

Behold the least threatening icon in my arsenal, or as I like to call it, Dork Skull.

[nobler_red]

My mun just squealed a bit. I assume she knows who you are, then; I'm afraid I can't recall hearing of you before. [He shakes her hand, mindful to keep his superhuman strength out of his grip.] It's nice to meet you. My name is Johann Schmidt.

perfect. >D

[vesper_lynd]

Oh that doesn't seem like pleasant sound at all. I assume it means she's...pleased? Good to know you then. And sorry about your eardrums.

[nobler_red]

She's pleased. And don't worry; she makes that noise a least once a day.

[vesper_lynd]

Ah. Well then.

[liugan]

You'll not admire her perseverance?

[nobler_red]

I find it somewhat admirable. I just don't see how I've turned into the one she takes so much interest in.

How've you been, Loki?

[liugan]

They are impossible to predict, I'm afraid. She may yet abandon you for a fluffy little bunny.

[ he shrugs, scoffs. how've you been, he says. ] Oh, you know how it goes. One day they let you enjoy a nice cup of tea, perhaps get a little tidying around the house done, and the next day they're sending you off to a survival death match populated by many of the ones who'd be a little more eager for your head than others.

I believe the word is peachy, mister Schmidt.

[nobler_red]

Loki - have you been hurt? Are you alright? [Although yes, he grasps ahold of the concept of alternate realities - no Loki yet has let the issue slide - to him Loki has and always will be his friend and team mate. The idea of him in a death match completely diverts all other trains of thought Johann might have had.] Why would anyone want to play such a horrific game?

[liugan]

[ That's touching. To the point where Loki has to laugh, because while he is not this man's trickster god, the thought that he'd still even care about the more despicable version of him is just precious. ]

You need not fear, I've not been sent off yet. But the promise has been made, so it is inevitable. [ and another shrug. ] I presume it to be more of a spectator sport.

[nobler_red]

[The fact Johann has a heavily suppressed attraction to his own world's Loki would probably make this Loki laugh even harder, but thankfully nobody knows or can prove that bit.]

It's a sick and twisted spectator sport. I worry for you so long as such a deal has been struck. Will you at least retain your magic?

[liugan]

[ it would be in Johann's best interests to keep that quiet, unfortunately. don't let Loki have too much fun with your hangups, man. ]

Unfortunately, the rules are quite against me as well. I shall be little more than a mere human. My apprehension, I hope, is understandable.

[nobler_red]

[Johann places a comforting hand on Loki's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Bros, Loki. You have them.] You are the most clever and creative man I've ever known. I know you will do well. You'll be in my prayers, Loki. [Feel free to mock the Catholic telling a Norse 'god' he'll pray for him.] And you know you can talk to me here.

[liugan]

[ he knows the gesture's meant to be comforting, but it only serves to make Loki feel more uncomfortable, so he shrugs it off. bah, he says. ] I would not waste your breath. There is no one listening.

[ and excuse us why is that in quotations ] There isn't a single ounce of good that talking about it will do, not to anyone. You would do better wishing me luck.

[nobler_red]

There is always someone listening, Loki. And I do hope you're blessed at your endeavors, but I also know you have a way of letting things fester inside you emotionally. You need to discuss these things or else your judgment becomes impaired.

[liugan]

Your words here will do little good to me in there. I'll not have ever known you.

[nobler_red]

Emotions and hopes cross boundaries. God be with you regardless of dimension or seperation.

And you will always be able to come here to talk to me.

[liugan]

[ snort ] Meaningless. I would find greater comfort from a hole in the ground.

[nobler_red]

You chose not to find comfort when it is offered. I don't understand why you have to shoot down anything remotely resembling hope.

[liugan]

Hope has not been kind to me. Better to accept life's misfortunes and grief, and be pleasantly surprised when something goes right for once, than to waste energy on hope for better and receive only worse.

[nobler_red]

If you truly believe that, you live, but you're not truly alive. Loki, can't you even accept hope here, the nexus away from games where nothing bad is permanent?

[liugan]

Is it so difficult to understand that hope here will not be hope there? I've very little reason to be excited or intrigued by anything I am to be put up against, and so when on the outside being told what I will inevitably be subjected to, I can be as pessimistic about it as I please.