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 Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 8:14 pm
"It has a lot more to offer than simply being a service person for Asgard. There is barely free time for oneself in Asgard; here, there is music, dancing, time for each other. Time to call another human being your own and create one from the halves. That kind of activity is forbidden for someone of my reputation who is supposed to be too busy to do anything else. But yes. I wish to have a child of my own. Strange, I know. Have you never wished that kind of thing for yourself, to show love to another being you have created?" Gudrun flitted down to the branch just above him, a small wind quickly catched the short curls of her hair. "Or do you still see the world as too filthy to bring a child into it?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:38 pm
Falkor smirked under his helmet at the valkyrie's words; it seemed that she had understood how he thought pretty fast. Falkor gave a light chuckle before answering. ''You steal my words, valkyrie. That is one of the reasons why I don't wish to have a child just yet... Maybe later, when I grow wiser and when I have found a woman. Right now, I have nothing to become a father, and this world has nothing worthy to welcome a new child.'' The swordsman answered rather coldly, though wondering if Gudrun's question was hinting anything.
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Romeo for Tay Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:20 pm
No customers pulled through the old door of the shop this day. No people with their money, no pleasure in buying new clothes; nothing to the satisfaction of thread and cloth. Customers, through time, were growing less and less. Customers, owners, the poor; they all used their money to buy food, the human race growing sleek, used, afraid and unwanted through the tifts of deities and thundering skies. Truth to tell, the shop itself hadn't lost profit, but they had lost clothing. There just wasn't much else to pay off in the building, so a lot of the old clothing that didn't sell for a long time was used as charity clothing to the poor who suffered in such a cruel, hurt world. The old couple who owned the shop cared very much for the sake of others, and a lot of their clothing was made just for charity. But for new clothing to come in, the piling-up, unsold clothing had to go somewhere, since the storage was already packed enough. Charity it was.
Idun was preparing for just that at the moment. A thin, quiet girl, full of the air of business, the young woman was sent to a task and was getting it done as quick as she could. Old clothing was taken off the hangers, the hangers were saved for the newer made dresses, slacks, and many other things. They were boxed away for the charity to have and for them to give away, since these just wouldn't sell. It took awhile for her to get it all, but she couldn't strain the old couple, and enjoyed working for them. Grabbing one last dress, a simple brown aproned one for an at-home housewife, she brought it over to the last box, folded it, layed it in and put the lid on top. Beside thatbox atop the table in the main room in the shop were two more medium-sized boxes full of clothes. The young woman, her black hair tied back from sweating along her neck, leaned over the box, then reached up and stretched. That was finally over with, now to get it loaded into the cart.
As Idun grabbed up the box in her arms and pushed her way through the bell-ringing door, an old brown horse saddled to a small cart stood outside, held by the old man that carrssed and talked lovingly to him. The old man, in his black coat and gloves, smiled thin and warmly to the young woman, "Thank you, Idun. I appreciate it so much; my back just can't take it anymore." Idun only smiled back, barely grinning, as she pushed the box of clothes to the back of the wagon. She went inside two more times for the other boxes, loading them to the back as well. Once finished, she greeted the old woman who was finally ready and coming down the large flight of stairs. They all said their goodbyes, and idun was alone in the shop once more, waiting for customers tha surely wouldn't come as the cart rolled down the road. They couldn't afford a carriage, couldn't afford a new horse. Not like what some people had around for transportation.
But the world was what it was. She smiled to herself, brushing her dress off from the dust flying out of the back of the cart, reaching down from the counter for a book on old stories. The current story she was reading was about gods. Deities of the underworld, of a world among thundering power, of deception, lust, and betrayal. It was quite a wondrous story, actually, but she knew most of it was fake of course. There were earred rumours of the neutral humans being caught up inbetween two forces, people turning to their beliefs and inner strength for help, but Idun isolated herself, and didn't worry about the affairs of peoples mischeif. It just seemed odd.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:23 am
Some would say that Styrbjörn was not the brightest star in the night, but he was no fool when it came to perceiving things. In fact his intuition was usually right, regardless how misconstrued he let his mind take it. Just like long ago... his mind drifted off a bit reminiscing.
Back when he was still a living breathing human, he traveled the lands with a few war partners of his, and decided to stop off at a bar on the outskirts of the battle front. Although this ragged plywood seemed nothing of but a safe haven of booze, it was paradise to these ragged heroes who had a long day. Usually once one entered these bars, they would find a table, and just chat about the battles they've gone through, and things to come, but once Styrbjörn stepped a fot in, he quickly drew his attention towards a table filled with a few people. The two that seemed to stand out the most was a man with crimson black hair whose voice bellowed loudly the second Styrbjörn came in. It seemed the crimson haired man was the life of the party and chatted with everyone about nonsense and attempted to make them laugh. The other who caught his sight was a man dressed in a dark black robe that covered his face, but his inclined head looked like he looking down, but the hood covered it up, perhaps to hide what he was doing.
Once Styrbjörn caught sight of what was going on, he instantly shouted "There's evil in this bar", unsheathed his sword and ran towards the small group. However not only did the bartender stop him, but his allies did to, trying to hold him down. Once everyone quieted down, he pointed at the table still shouting, "There's evil in this bar." Most of the people attention went to the man in the cloak whose once lowered head had been now at full attention filled with fear as he looked at them all. They pointed their swords towards the man, but Styrbjörn shook his head no, "That man was merely dosing off, obviously tired of this man's rants who was clearly trying too hard to impress everyone from the obvious truth! He is evil!" His own sword pointed towards the man with dark crimson hair.
Well... it turned after the fear Styrbjörn struck into him, the man finally confessed. Although he was not truly evil, he was a spy.
Just like then Styrbjörn felt something was going on with Odin, and the inner intuition started to vibe. He analyzed quickly what was going on. Like usual Odin drank his wine, and looking off to his wolves, but there was a smile on the man's face. Sure looking at two wolves chowing down on food was entertaining, but he sensed something else to the smile, as if it came out from mere than just an amusing antic of smiling at something so simple, which only could mean one thing. There was something of great joy coming about. War! That was the first thing that popped into Styrbjörn's head.
Everyone knew there was going to be a great battle going on, but nobody knew when, with this new appearance plastered to Odin's face, it really could only mean one of two thing, war was here, or the man's wife finally subdued to his every whim and made the god a very happy god. However, it seemed very unlikely knowing Freya. So the smile probably was that of what most of the people in these dinning halls would smile for. In fact most of the mighty men, actually probably all of the fallen, thrived for war. Although there were many who were far brighter than he, they all still wanted a war to satisfy their undying thirst and hunger. To see Odin like this made him wish to go up to the man, and like he usually did, give him his two cents on the matter, regardless how odd they might seem.
With that said, he got up with a turkey leg in hand, and moved towards Geri and Freki, and offered them the turkey leg, letting them chew it up as he faced towards Odin, "I know they're always well fed, but I figured I'd let them feast on something that they probably wanted for a long time." He looked around as though gesturing to all the people who were eating, "I am sure you feel the same way," his smile grew tenfold as he talked, "soon, very soon, every man's hearts thirst will finally be quenched, will they not?" He turned back towards the wolves who already devoured most of the meat, and pulled it back away as he stood up.
With turkey leg in hand, he began to eat it once again as he pat theGeri and Freki, trying to pass a little time before Odin responded. He figured he would give his master just long enough time to respond as it would take Styrbjörn to eat the turkey leg. If Odin did not really want to reveal what was going on to him, he would merely leave in search of more food, but if his master wanted him to stay he would.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 3:05 pm
"I just hope you live long enough, Falkor, to see that happen," Gudrun replied with a smile as she hooked her legs around the limb and swung backwards, now hanging upside down in front of him. She swung a bit, enjoying the sight of him in this new perspective. "You come to these forests for meditation? Or is it like one of those fairytales where songbirds will start landing on your armour and singing you a sweet melody?" Gudrun giggled a bit, the wings on her gold headband also twitching in rhythm.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 5:37 pm
Freya lay in the field, the other gods and goddesses had already left. She stared up at the skies, so peaceful. She thought for a moment. Where could her husband, Odin, be? He should've been here. She propped herself up with her elbows and looked out into the darkness. She hoped her husband would get a sense that she was looking for him, although barely looking at all because she still lay in the same spot. She smiled and laughed a little.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:34 am
''I'm a man of war, of battle, Gudrun. I fight, I always fight... I always end up in a combat with someone for some reason. This sword, why do you think I cleaned it earlier? The dust and blood on it wasn't too old; just three days ago I killed someone with it. I've murdered criminals, I've murdered good men... I'm always challenging and facing death, though I'm ready for it. I'm not afraid to die, either I go to Valhalla or Hel, when I die, I die.'' Falkor replied to the valkyrie, still walking and looking back at his flesh-like blade. ''I've been lucky so far, I guess, but you never know what can happen to me. One minute I can be alive, the next one beheadded.'' He continued, bringing his eyes back to Gudrun, who was now upside down. The sight of the valkyrie made him smirk lightly under his helmet: obviously she wasn't like what he thought of valkyries. ''I come to the forest to be away from the world, while staying in it. I can be away from the selfish and stinking human, stuck in their own businesses most of the time, only using one another. At least here, no one really comes, and if they do, they stay away from what looks like a demon: me. I come here to clear my head, free my soul... Just to take some nice, quiet time.''
As they kept walking, Falkor noticed a place where both could sit down for a while and relax. There was a few trees that had been cut down in that area, making perfect, natural bench, as well as the three long logs that were down on the ground. Obviously though, they wouldn't be the first ones there: a dead fire could be seen, cinder in the middle of a circle of gray and round cracked stones. The three logs had also been placed around the circle of stones, and by someone's hand. When there, Falkor walked to one of the logs, the largest one. He put down his sword and made the blade rest on the log as he sat down beside it. The heavy swordsman closed his eyes breathed in the fresh air of the forest, smelling the aroma of trees and moisture. He lifted his head to the sky and opened his eyes and stared at the leaves over his head lightly blown by a warm breeze. ''It's always nice to be here...'' He whispered to himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:50 pm
"I have a feeling you're not going to be beheaded or killed in the heat of battle. It would be ironic if you were to live to a ripe old age and simply pass on from an aged heart. Happens to even the best of fighters." Gudrun watched as he walked away and followed, upside down as her wings took her in the right direction. As he sat on the log, she corrected herself and took a seat on the ground across from him, the small firepit between them.
She was usually not this friendly, especially with a human. But maybe if she stopped being so cold and opened herself up, she would be able to obtain what she had always dreamt of. This may not be the man that would give it to her, but it was a good start. Part of her felt like she was lying to him, but she could not deny, either, that taking out her disdain of her occupation upon others that she met was not the best way to go about it.
"It's good to take time out for yourself and be away from the ones that bother you. See, that's where we're on the same page, since I come here to get away from Odin's orders for a while. To be away from what you're used to...." Gudrun stretched back, bracing on her arms and looked up at the sky, which was now darkening for the oncoming night. "So you've been here before, I take it? Yet it seemed like the townfolk had never seen you before...or maybe your appearance is just that intimidating. Have you ever thought of leaving it behind? I'm sure almost no one knows your true appearance, meaning you probably wouldn't be bothered anymore..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:37 pm
Falkor lowered his head and looked at Gudrun from the corner of his eye. He then shook his head lightly and bent forward a bit, wrapping his left hand with his monstrous right hand, his forearms resting on his thighs, his eyes on the dead fire. ''Never been here. And no, I won't and never will drop my armour. It is my pride, even if it's name is Deception. It's also useful in battle, you look more intimidating, so it's a slight advantage and it keeps the people away, because they are scared, which is fine by me.'' He spoke, still with his rather cold and neutral tone of voice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 9:23 pm
"I simply suggested it, as you seemed bothered that you did nothing but fight in your life. I didn't mean any offence by it." Gudrun lowered her head to train her eyes on him, not caring how unnerving it probably was for a normal human to see the green orbs looking back at them. "Are they any of the finer things in life you enjoy...like music or dancing maybe?" A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, imaging the man she saw underneath moving along to a slow beat, holding whatever feminine body he had managed to charm that night.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 7:04 pm
((why did it suddenly become so dead?))
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 7:49 pm
{{I SHALL CHANGE THAT! Time for my idea to make it's magic XD -Maniacally laughs while running away-}}
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:33 am
Falkor shook his head lightly once more and looked at the fire pit again. ''Fighting is as 'fine' as I get...'' He replied as he stood up. He halfy turned around, just enough to look at Gudrun, and continued. ''I've told you my dislike for the human race. I'm not a very sociable person.. I don't like big crowds, unless it's a battle. Only a few people have caught my attention and I thought of them as interesting, but other than these few, humans are all the same to me so I don't see why I should socialize. So no, no dancing or 'finer' things. I enjoy what nature give me, or crossing the irons.'' The man in heavy armour said. Falkor then looked up again, looking between two branches and through the leaves. He sighed and looked down at Gudrun once again. ''It's getting pretty dark, we should head back.. Or well I should head back to the hotel, I have no clue where you plan on going for the night.'' Falkor suggested, still looking at Gudrun, waiting for her reply.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:01 am
Gudrun looked back at him with a half-smile. "If you don't mind, I'd like to follow you back to your inn as I find this conversation simply intriguing. But I will leave you at the door, so that you may have your privacy for the rest of the evening. I wish not to irritate you, as that would lead to animosity if I would ever want to visit again." She stood up, brushing the bits of forest off her legs and behind, taking care to turn her back to him and glance over her shoulder. "Did I get it all?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 2:45 pm
((I will be moving to Long Island to attend law school, so I will not be back until August 4th, hopefully))
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