TEST DRIVE MEME: The First (Fixed Setting)

[thecrows]

TEST DRIVE MEME
HOW TO: Post with your character in what will be a fixed setting for the first round! Do a top level, respond to others! If your thread is substantial, it can be used as a first-person on your application! Remember that this is not game canon, and everyone is welcome!

You were just ushered into a large park by a murder of loud and insistent crows who somehow manage to get the gate shut behind you before they fly off. The park is awfully green for such a dead-looking town. It's dusk, and things are starting to get a little noisy at the edge of the tall iron fence that surrounds the area. There are gazebos, cobblestone pathways, gentle slopes, and of course, the lake and the island with the large, dead tree. It's full of crows, and if you stare at them, they'll all stare back. Feel free to take a load off on one of the many iron and wood benches, but the gates to the city are closed!

This does not, however, mean you are barred from ghost-watching as night progresses. Remember, they won't see you!

Comments

This is the worst idea I have ever had, bar none

[plushcrush]

[Loki will note a well-built man in a baseball cap looking his way - presumably, at least, as the shades put the matter somewhat in question. But when he strolls over into comfortable speaking range, it can be assumed the initial impression was correct.]

Not gonna lie, that's some badass cosplay you've got goin' on there, and I've got an eye for these things. [The man's voice has a very slight drawl to it.] But you know Mystique's hair is red, right?

[Bro, no.

Bro yes.]

Bad ideas tend to show up with Bro /fellow Bro-mun

[erfingi]

Mystique? Cosplay? [what kind of language was this mortal speaking? It did not translate well]

I assure you, my hair has always been black. [he still had hair, that was something at least, considering most Frost Giants were bald]

Bro is made of bad ideas.

[plushcrush]

So this isn't a Rule 63 Mystique thing you've got goin' on here? [Despite his words, Bro doesn't actually seem surprised that Loki has no idea what he's talking about. He's seen way too much weird shit to be thrown by much of anything. (And, of course, even if he was, Striders never let on when they're caught off-guard.)

He rests a hand on his hip.] You some kind of alien? [After everything he'd seen from the dreambubbles, alien has become the next most likely explanation for weird shit he jumps to after cosplay.]

[erfingi]

[Loki decides to ignore the gibberish coming out of the strange mortal's mouth and focus on instead the statement that he understood]

Are we not all aliens? [an eyebrow was raised] I assume you are using the definition of alien which means a being from another world.

[plushcrush]

We're all aliens to somebody, I guess. But I'm askin' if the two of us, specifically, are from the same place or not. [Bro looks him up and down.] And unless that's a makeup job, or a hell of a lot of cosmetic surgery, I'm guessin' that we're not.

[erfingi]

Yes, this is truly a masterful work of deduction. [he rolled his eyes] You are a human Midgardian. I am a Jotun. We are different species.

[plushcrush]

Hey, have you seen the shit humans get up to? You just never fuckin' know.

[He sizes the guy up again, more closely this time. It's hard to judge height when the guy's sitting down, but he's starting to pick up that this guy's got probably a foot on him. And Bro's not a short man.

Interesting. Not necessarily alarming - Bro doesn't have his sword, but he's pretty confident he can still take, or at least avoid, anything not powered by a radioactive god-dog - but worthy of note.]

So what's a jotun?

[erfingi]

[of course the human that chose to bother him was not taught] A Jotun is a being from the world of Jotunheim, frost giants. Of which, I would be considered a midget.