cape_kore | video/action ❆ day 105

[It's taken Meja a few days to poke at the device on her wrist. She hasn't owned a piece of technology in... well, it's been a while. It's also been hard to concentrate, while becoming accustomed to separation from Yggdrasil. But at the moment, the device is her best bet for getting a question out among everyone in the Cape. So, she flicks a video feed on — once she figures out how to do that.

Meja's sitting in the park. Her closed white cloak covers her leather armor, but the silver and vaguely wolf-head-shaped epaulets on her shoulders are in full view. She runs her free hand through her short hair, anxiously, as she speaks, a gleaming silver armguard around her forearm.]

Hei hei, everyone. If I understand correctly, we all have these devices. I'd like to ask a question, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Has anyone seen an... unusually large raven about? Muttering to himself, maybe, or going after shiny objects? Perhaps reciting a morbid prophecy or two?

[...if he's stealing from these poor people, she's going to have a few bracing words for him.]

Any information would be useful. Thank you. Tusen takk.

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[Okay, maybe it's really lucky he's not along for the ride. The sputtering alone... Meja's expression is torn between amusement and forced neutrality.]

With that foul mouth of his? I'm sure he'd taste terrible with the finest seasonings.

[She really shouldn't have said that. Now there's guilt in her smile.]

Have you eaten a lot of raven?

You have a point. All that bitterness and bile... yuck.

[He shrugs, affecting a guileless expression (with negligible success).]

Only the ones that really got on my nerves. Have you?

I can't say I've eaten any, no. [An ex-Champion of Odin, eating ravens. With Muninn following her around...] It wouldn't be such a great idea for me.

I never did like food that talked back. Doom and gloom is terrible for the digestive system, you know. And I suppose if you've been charged with short dark and feathery's wellbeing, Odin might not be thrilled if you barbecued him.

[Meja shrugs lightly. The gesture's a tad uncomfortable.]

The Allfather is in one of the Realms of the Dead, and so I can't say how he'd feel. Muninn follows me of his own accord. ...probably because his brother irritates him, but I don't really know. Every time I ask, he changes the subject.

[Not that she minds an pair of extra eyes, but... does he have to be so dour all of the time? Speaking of changing the subject...]

There don't seem to be a lot of animals here, aside from the woods.

Odins have a way of getting in the most trouble possible, huh? Mine's kicked it too - though I gotta say I was surprised he lasted as long as he did.

[He might be a little more cut-up about it had he survived. As it is, at least they'd gone out at more or less the same time, and it seems silly to mourn when he's dead too. Deader, probably. Gods are hard to kill, especially ones like Odin: he must be in one of the afterlifes, though he's not sure how that would work. According to myth, Baldur had gone to Hel, and it makes very little sense for Odin to die and go to Valhalla, since that's his normal home, but nevertheless they presumably go somewhere. Even if that somewhere is Purgatory it beats just ceasing to exist... probably.]

Yeah, well. Seems everyone who's here was brought here, and our 'hosts' don't bother with animals, apparently. We've only got wild animals. A few idiots tried domesticating them, but that went about as well as domesticating a shark.

I attempted to help as much as I could. But Ragnarök was... quite specific, and there was no changing his mind.

[She'd changed a lot of things. Fenrir's fate, humanity... But there had been some things that, in the end, she'd been too tired to argue.]

Someone mentioned that I shouldn't get cuddly with the wolves, yes. [A wry smile.] I take it the people who tried weren't exactly very qualified.

Stubborn old goat.

[He shakes his head, but there's an affectionate undertone there, not very well-hidden. Odin had been family, after all.]

I think all they had in the way of qualification was having read Call Of The Wild in middle school. Let's put it this way, they won't be trying it again.

[She and Odin may not have been on the fuzziest of terms, but it's nice to talk to someone who doesn't revile him. As is the current and troubling trend in Asgard. Yet another thing she has to look into, when she gets back there.]

Wild animals are wild animals, for quite a long time. Do they cause any trouble outside of the woods?

They haven't left there of their own accord. Not yet, anyway.

[He wouldn't put it past them. It seems like something that might be likely to happen sooner or later.]

I hear you all had a Kraken problem a few days ago? Hopefully the other creatures won't follow suit anytime soon.

It got sorted out.

[Without his help, which he'd feel bad about if he could be bothered to. He waves a hand dismissively - it wasn't a big deal, right? No one he particularly cares about was in much danger.]

I'm less worried about the other little forest animals, anyway. Somehow the squirrels don't inspire the same kind of fear in the general populace as the Watcher in the Water does.

[Especially if you call it the Watcher in the Water.]

Oh, I'd rather take on a fleet of squirrels and bunnies, and wolves, than tangle with a Kraken again. Two times is twice too many.

Twice is still two times more than most people do at all. I'd ask about it, but I've just had a prophetic vision of the story ending with me hitting my head against a wall over this way you apparently have of getting yourself into the worst situations possible, so...

[a shrug.]

[She snorts, expression rueful.]

It's a talent of mine, yes. And a side effect of a long life of travel.

A lot of people here seem to have that talent. Personally I'm grateful I got stunning good looks and a brilliant sense of humour instead. Also knotting cherry stems with my tongue. Not so impressive, perhaps, as being a magnet for disaster, but I'm content nonetheless.

And how did you use these talents of yours before arriving here?

Oh, honey, if you can't figure any possible uses out on your own, I don't think there's anything I can say to help you understand.

[She shakes her head slightly, maybe holding back a roll of her eyes.]

Oh, on the contrary, kjære. There's an awful lot of them.

Then I think I'll leave which ones are right to your imagination.

[It's a shame, in a way, that Áleifr isn't here. They'd get along swimmingly, she thinks, making a slight face. But Meja looks amused, too, at least.]

Right. Well, I'll let you get back to that, then. Thank you for your information.

You're very welcome, elskaðr. Hope it was helpful.

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