asgardmeridiem | WELCOME TO ASGARD (part two) [OPEN]

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WELCOME TO ASGARD (part two) [OPEN]

Who: EVERYONE!
What: Getting introduced to the city
When: Day 1, around noon
Where: The castle plaza and the Welcome Halls
Rating: Worksafe -- If this changes, please inform the mods.

[Welcome to the city of Asgard. Now that you've woken up and been given your welcome instructions (as per the FAQ), what will you do? There are a good number of other new arrivals being shown to the gates, and for today the plaza that surrounds the castle is open for mingling. You could also head to your Welcome Hall (details here) and meet your Housemates if you'd like. Whatever you decide to do, have fun getting settled into your new home!]

(ooc note: there will be threads below for the plaza and each House. Mingle and get to know your fellow Travellers! This is a continuations post, but by all means feel free to start new threads.)

[thread links: CASTLE PLAZA | ODIN | THOR | LOKI | SIGYN | HEL | HEIMDALL | FREYR | FREYA | BALDR ]

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Kaz-san ...

Ne, what was he like? Was he scary?

[Conan's following of course, thoughtfully counting the number of seats as they pass them.]

-nineteen, twenty ... I guess there's going to be a lot of us here!

Not nearly as many as there were at home.

[Though the thought of being in this room with twenty people is more than enough to make her wish for the lower refectory at the Glacier. At least there she could have chosen an empty table to hide at! She eyes the table unhappily.]

Kaz-- Kaz didn't seem frightening... not really. A little overwhelming, maybe.

Wow ... I guess your home must have been pretty big!

[Which makes her obvious unease at sharing a room with numerous others curious -- just what did Kaz say?]

I guess if he's not bad, then the other's can't be too bad, right? Do you think this is the kitchen?

[It isn't even Kaz's fault she uneasy about it-- but obviously Conan wouldn't know that. She's just shy and uncertain, in general, and the idea of being shy with a bunch of people who were "annoying pieces of shit" is only compounding the problem. She pushes open the door, and sure enough, a kitchen. A much fancier kitchen than she's used to, and she drifts in to investigate.]

Apparently it is... the kitchens are home are bigger, surely, there's just more people there. But they are not so... so... fancy! Everything gleams!

[Conan chimes in in agreement, though his surprise is less.]

It looks brand new -- I wonder if it's even been used!

Do you think... all of this us just for us?

[Lirael can hardly believe that. Why would anyone put all new things into a beautiful kitchen like this just for them? Were they truly that certain that they would be a help? She opens a couple cupboards, standing on her toes to see into the upper ones.]

I guess so! This is meant to be where we live now, after all ...

[That's a weird feeling, and Conan trails off into silence, opening the cupboards that are his height. Seeing how well stocked they are adds to his unease -- the preparations seem to have been very complete. Ha ... are they serious about keeping us here?]

[Lirael shakes her head and closed the cupboard again.]

I should be home... I'm needed at home....

[Who would be the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, if not for her? Who would support Sabriel, and take over for her when she could no longer fight the Dead? Surely not Sameth, or even Ellemere.]

[Conan looked up in some surprise. Ha ... did I really think I was the only one with stuff to do?]

You want to go home too, Oneesan?

[She frowns at the unfamiliar Japanese, in the midst of whatever language they're speaking now, but she does nod.]

I have work to do. Dead to lay to rest, people to keep safe, the Abhorsen to keep safe... I don't know what I'll do with myself here.

[She sounds positively lost. Even in the Library, she had tasks. Here... what are they supposed to do? Wander about and "thrive"?]

Eh -- dead to lay to rest?

[In that moment, it really hits that this is not her world. Anyone from her world would know exactly what she meant. And in that same moment, Lirael realizes then that she has no idea how to explain it, so she just shuts her mouth, hangs her head a little, and looks awkward. Her attempted answer is very soft.]

Just... from my world. The Dead come back into Life, and-- and we have to stop them.

[Conan interprets Lirael's reply rather differently.]

Ah -- should I not have asked? I'm sorry -- I just thought ...

That must be a very important job!

[Feeling a little flustered and definitely shy again, Lirael stammers her own reply just as much as Conan did:]

No, it's-- it's just I've never-- everyone from home just knows.

[Not very coherent, but Conan might be able to pick something up of what she actually means, right?]

[Conan nods slowly. He thinks he understands. He climbs up into one of the chairs beside the kitchen island slowly.]

Where I'm from, everyone knows that magic isn't real and the gods are only legends.

And where I am from, magic is a way of life.

[Lirael reaches up to touch her Charter mark, as she's done half a dozen times already since showing up in this world, and nothing happens.]

There should have been light when I did that. Light and the feeling of the Charter. But there's just... nothing.

Light and the feeling of the charter ...

[Conan tries to imagine that but it's so foreign -- then again, maybe he doesn't need to understand exactly. With everything different here, it's easy to relate it to something he doesn't understand at all.]

It's kind of scary, I think -- having so much that is unknown. At home, if I wanted, I could look up a book but -- I don't know of any book that could explain this.

[That earns him a little smile. Lirael can appreciate anyone who loves books.]

I know. If only it were written down neatly... like who exactly Hel is and why we're in her House. And what exactly we're supposed to do here. I would memorize that book.

All we've got is that letter ...

[And speaking of the letter, there's something that's been worrying Conan.]

What do you think it means, "the fate of all existence" depends on us?

[Sighing a little, Lirael turns back to cupboards, this time looking for something to eat. She only has very basic cooking skills, but surely there's bread and butter here, right?]

I'm hoping it's Free Magic monsters, or something similar. I can fight that.

[And she would fight it well, Charter take it. But this "thriving" nonsense? She didn't know how to "thrive".]

Fight?

[That's surprising, coming from someone so mild as his companion -- then again, her statement of laying the dead is just as surprising. Hidden depths?]

What's a free magic monster?

A stilken, or a hish or jerenk....

[Lirael shakes her head, opens a taller cupboard, and finds the breadbox. Talking about magic and magic creatures, she can do. She's certainly done enough research on the subject!]

Creatures that take life for their own power. Free Magic... where I come from... is dangerous. It burns and makes you ill, and creatures made from it and of it are dangerous to living people.

[The words mean nothing. But the sentiment--]

Taking lives? I'm definitely against that! Where does laying the dead come in?

[Seeing that his companion's found the bread, Conan opens the refridgerator to find butter.]

Free Magic moves them, as well. They are spirits come back from beyond the Gates, and take bodies in Life to stay in it, themselves. Spirits who fear what comes after the Ninth Gate. The Abhorsen and her descendents fight to send them back into Death, where they belong.

[Even she can guess Conan wouldn't know what any of that meant, so she smiles a little at him, apologetically.]

You might have heard of necromancy, even if you've never heard of an Abhorsen?

[Even Nick had known what that was, even if he hadn't believed in it, at first.]

[Lirael guesses right. Conan thought he was following most of it -- then they got to the Ninth gate and the Abhorsen.]

Ah -- I've heard of it ...

[But I didn't think it was real.]

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