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[liugan]

[ out in the Unseelie courtyard, surrounded by inky black thorn bushes (how appropriate,) Loki sits on the ground, rustling through the plants as delicately as possible. he seems amused enough, a small bundle of the plants already gathered in a cloth in his lap. ]

Atropa belladonna. Once known to be an effective anesthetic and even as a beauty aid, but now more commonly used as a deadly poison, able to render even the most mighty of warriors powerless. A useless, hallucinating, drooling pile on the ground.

Oft considered one of the primary tools of the witch. [ he laughs a little to himself. ] How fitting.



Tell me about yourselves, my new friends. Your worlds, your myths, your folklore. Your legends and your mysteries. I will share my own, in return.

Where I come from, there are nine known, documented realms. Nine worlds. The realms of the gods, the giants, the dying, and the dead among them. I have seen most all of them myself, and I must say, they hardly compare to the remarkable land I find myself in now. Very quaint.

I am sure there are others among you who agree, no? I can't be the only one who feels so very at home here.

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[volcanic]

It's nice looking, but it could do without the giant worms. [ Since Iceland is such a chicken and has been hiding in the library pretty much since he got here. ]

I'd rather be home.

[liugan]

Is that so? I thought they were rather cuddly. [ from a distance. ]

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[oursavinggrace]

Sounds familiar, minus the whole "nine worlds" part. [maybe two, but only if you count the underworld as a separate world.] The place I'm from doesn't sound all that different, honestly -- gods and giants and all that.

[liugan]

[ familiar, but not. fantastic. ] I trust not all kept to their separate realms, then. Must be interesting to mingle around the common folk.

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[steeledskin]

[ a useless hallucinating drooling pile on the ground. the description makes her shudder; it drives a horror deep into her bones, horror twinned with triumph. ]

You've seen giants...? [ small-voiced and curious. she tries not to appear too interested. ]

[liugan]

[ well he does like to be descriptive. he can add further details about the drooling and twitching if need be. ]

Indeed. They're hardly the most amicable of creatures, but useful in a pinch.

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[falls]

[ something's not right with a fella who's talking so easily about poison and then skipping right along to asking for information. not that this is the weirdest thing bucky's seen in this place so far, though. just a mite squirrely. ]

Dunno. Seems all those other places might be a little more remarkable. This one feels a bit... [ he waves his hand trying to come up with something not so offensive— ] nuts.

[ nailed it ]

[liugan]

[ "nuts."

well sure, okay, but now we have to start questioning which among them is the squirrely one. ]

I suppose that's one word for it. But I find the decor a little more suitable to my own preferences. Likely not the same of yours, as it were.

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[unclebob]

The world I am from had advanced technologies beyond what this place can support.

[Even within the confines of the Station, he's found nothing to compare of the level of tech that had gone into creating him.]

[liugan]

How so? "Technology," in and of itself, can mean so many things.

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[fell_to_hell]

[Nico doesn't trust this, but he doesn't trust a lot of things nowadays. Talking about mythology is still an interest to him, though.]

Where I come from, Greek and Roman myths are real. They're literally part of our lives. Gods, monsters, spirits...the mortals just don't see them, except for a rare few who can see through the Mist. It's a magical veil that mostly makes mortals see something else. A hellhound might look like an ordinary dog to them. It can also fool demigods, but we can look passed the Mist.

[liugan]

Simple cloaking tricks, then. [ nothing he hasn't heard of, really. ] Though I must say, I find it interesting such magic is used in such a large scale, if only for the purpose of keeping the ignorant masses ignorant.

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[mildly]

Do you enjoy gardening? You seem quite knowledgeable about it.

[liugan]

I read a lot. One picks up a few handy tips here and there in the confines of botany texts.

[huge_egomd]

You seem unusually knowledgeable about poison. One might even say you sound fond of it. [Translation: he won't be taking tea with you any time soon.]

[liugan]

[ no tea? :c ] You never know when it will come in handy. Especially in unknown lands.

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[erythristic]

Are you a witch, then?

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[liugan]

[ talking to text might be a bit silly but he's a bit busy to stop and switch feeds, so. ]

Something of the sort.

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[hexuality]

Depends on how the witch is using it. If you believe the rubbish about it making people fly, you're wrong.

[liugan]

Of course not. One only believes they are flying, shortly before succumbing to it.

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[espouses]

I am a legend and a mystery. Does that count?

[ It's said with a grin and good humour. ]

[liugan]

Someone certainly thinks highly of herself.

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[dulledknife]

There are no gods or giants in my world. But plenty of dead, and plenty of dying.

[ His tone is weary and matter-of-fact. ]

Are you a poisoner or a collector of tales?

[liugan]

I am only a curious information gatherer, much like anyone else should be upon arrival in foreign territory.

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[courtly]

Nine realms? And you say you've traveled them all?

[ He's encountered some impressive and strange individuals here, but damn, that's new. ]

[liugan]

Not quite all of them. I am not dead yet.

[ and he's pretty sure Valhalla won't ever be his final destination. ]

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[bythewaves]

It has been a long time since I have been at home anywhere, stranger.

[ Maglor sits on a high ledge somewhere, harp in his lap, hands still bandaged and grey eyes sharp and assessing. In the dimmer twilight he seems to gleam, a shadow of moonlight about him. ]

There is much here that is similar, but much is different, also. What stories would you have, and what would you trade in return?

[liugan]

[ ooh, a harp. how quaint. but he can't deny that it's nice knowing there's someone around with musical talent. ]

I would trade my own stories if the ones I am told are equally interesting.

[hermothersfire]

Is one of those nine realms called Midgard?

[ Hi Annie is well-schooled on most mythologies. ]

[liugan]

An old name for it, yes. The humans wanted to be different and simply named it Earth instead, when their time came around.

You are familiar, then.

[chiot]

S'too flat. Too big. No where safe to hide an' scurry, huh?

[ Squint. ] I wanna know 'bout nien realms, an' giants an' dying an' dead. What's the difference? An' why would you wanna make a beauty summin' outta poison? Girls are weird.

[liugan]

[ oh no children ack eugh ugck no ]

Their differences are simple. Giants are giant. The dying are dying. The dead are dead. The concept is not that difficult to grasp.

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[concealingeyes]

[Attempt number two at being sneaky on the network and getting information. Maybe she'll suck less at being subtle this time.]

I guess thinking back on home, whatever gods we've got are pretty weird on when they decide to do anything.

[liugan]

They are not so universally different. Meddling in the affairs of humans is rarely worth the trouble.

[untranquil]

I would feel more at home if the elves here were slightly shorter and significantly more oppressed.

[ Just an observation. Not a request. Nobody oppress the elves. ]

We've the Fade, where I'm from—where we go when we sleep—but I hope this isn't anything similar. If my body is actually still in the Free Marches, then it's probably on its way to a chopping block by now.

[liugan]

[ snort ]

Feeling a tad bit inferior, are we? [ might be noting this for future reference ]

And I don't suppose you'd know for certain anytime soon, what exactly this place is. Should your head suddenly fall off, however, perhaps the concepts are indeed similar.

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[avisionofwar]

Hail!

[ The video pendulumns a bit, swaying; it's clear he's holding the locket at arms length, letting it dangle from its chain. The vision of him it shows is bright, by contrast; shining half-plate and mail, his pale hair pulled tightly back from his almost femininely-featured face, sharp and slim. It makes him look like a tawny fox; he's at the Unseelie gatehouse, its banners flapping darkly behind him, stark against the sunset-stained sky. ]

Which world of the nine are you from, stranger? Did it have a name, and do you?

Likewise, this place seems... as welcoming as a homeland. [ His pale eyes shine bright and hard as well-cut gems, and he tips his chin up a little, grinning. ]

But you asked for a myth, a legend, or a mystery! How well do you value what's given for free? Give me one of the same from your land, and I'll tell you the best that I know.

[liugan]

[ well he could do without the swinging. not quite enough to make him dizzy of course, but he just won't bother with looking and simply go back to gathering more plants. ]

Of course there are names, but it is rude to be demanding them without giving one's own first.

And the same goes for stories. I'm hardly inclined to give any of my own if what I receive in return does not interest me enough. And I did ask first.