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Three roots there are | that three ways run
'Neath the ash-tree Yggdrasil;
'Neath the first lives Hel, | 'neath the second the frost-giants,
'Neath the last are the lands of men.

Long it has been since Hel found a door to Milliways; and even now the one she opens leads not inside but out to the forest. She'll take what she can get - full grown the half-dead goddess is far too large to fit inside Milliways. The compression field that affects the robots does not so much affect her.

She doesn't know how long it has been for the people here. It doesn't really matter. She's seeing the grass, the trees, the green and growing things.

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[goodeintentions]

Fakir steps out from the bar to get some fresh air. The trees breathe a sort of timeless life that makes him feel at peace.

This time, though, when he steps out, he stops.

And looks up.

Only through muscle memory and training does he not drop what it is that he's holding as he's only able to form the word "Hel" in a mix of awe and shock.

Beings with godlike powers is one thing.

Actual gods? A bit different.

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"Yes." she says, in a deceptively bright soprano, just barely slurred with the failure of the left side of her mouth to operate. "It is."

[goodeintentions]

Fakir gapes for a few more moments before looking around quickly. This still looks like Milliways...

But it has to be asked.

"...Am I dead?"

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"No." Hel says looking down at him, "And you are one of mine." This means she knows what she's speaking of.

[goodeintentions]

"I am?" while certainly there was always youthful boy dreams of being some brave hero to only be able to be struck down by battle, Fakir had quite enough of a destiny to die at the hands of enemies. Now all he wanted out of life was to die quietly and peacefully from age with Ahiru at his side.

So it's a bit of a relief when the goddess who basically rules over those that die that way tells you you're one of hers. So the "Oh." he gives sounds a bit relieved.

He's not entirely certain what to say to her. Really, what do you say to a goddess?

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Also? Glowing. But only a little - it's rather hard to tell, actually, in the sunlight. One golden-haired elf and his stallion, enjoying the sunshine (and a break from the Dunadain on the other side of his door - wonderful people, but curiously adverse to baths).

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Those of Aelfheim tend not to come to Hel. She does not expect anything other than disdain from them, but keeps her head high as she walks along the lake past them.

And that is very high indeed.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Very, very high. Glorfindel is used to such things (one tends to become rapidly accustomed to these things in the process of being rehoused), but his horse is most assuredly not. The powerful stallion snorts and rears, earning the elf's stern admonishment.

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Hel stops, as she does not want the beast to hurt itself (she smells dead, old and long dead), "Good day." she says in that surprising soprano of hers

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Death is nothing new to either of them - the stallion is battle-trained, the elf deals in death.
"Good day." He echoes, bowing slightly, as his horse settles, his ears flicking forward and back with annoyance.

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

It's the hair that catches his attention first, of course. It's very attention-catching hair, after all. And if there is one thing Antillar Maximus is a connoisseur of, it's hair. Of course there isn't only one thing, but that's beside the point.

So it is the hair that prompts Max to move close enough to realize just how much taller she is than him. Huh... that's not something he's used to. Still, what little he can see of her profile is striking: the pale skin, the clear complexion, what might well be a deeply blue eye.

Suffice to say that Max's grin is broad as he draws close enough to speak without shouting and offers a deep and gallant bow, "Good day, my lady."

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For all her size, Hel has a soprano voice. Light, only slightly slurred by the failure of the left side to work, "Good day." she says in return, glancing down at him out of the corner of her eye.

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He straightens up, still offering his most charming grin. He still only has a view of her profile, but up this close it's even more striking than it is at a distance.

"I do not believe I have seen you here before, my lady." And he would remember. "Are you newly arrived or simply long delayed since your last visit."

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"I do not know how much time it has been since last I came here." Hel admits quietly, "Not in time spent here. For me? Centuries, and more. It blurs together, in Niflheim. I am Hel."

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

"I am Antillar Maximus," he tells her, head tilted slightly as he listens to her voice. "Centuries and more, you say... my own people are not quite so long-lived."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie is there, his daughter toddling unsteadily on the soft earth. She laughs when she falls, and he wonders when falling down ceases to be funny. The movement catches his eye and he scoops the child up, standing and taking a step toward the towering figure.

"....Hel?"

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"Helgi." Hel's voice is nearly blissful at seeing a friend. She is tall now, thirty six feet if an inch, "It is so good, so very good, to see you."

She sits, on the grass, to be at least somewhat closer to his size.

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He grins hugely, coming over.

"Hel... I thought you'd gone..."

Moira looks at him and says "Heh?"

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"It has been a very long time." Hel agrees, holding out her right hand to him and his daughter, "But I am here, now, if too large to venture within. Turn, let me look at you from all angles."

She missed him.

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He rotates slowly, grinning up at her.

"Moira, say hello to papa's friend Hel."

She hides her face shyly in Archie's shoulder and peeks out at the tall god and waves a little.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed isn't even sure how the hell he got into the bar this time. Too busy concentrating on the latest bad news on his scanner (doesn't matter what it's about--it's always going to be bad news of one damn thing or another).

But he's not about to put up with the goddamn main room tonight. He'll take his chances with the area out back. At least that ought to be quieter.

He wasn't planning on the damn near tripping over the giant foot outside the Back Door, though.

"Oh, what the fuck is this. now?" he says, looking up.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Hel." is the bland soprano return, and the goddess looks down (and down, and down) at him, "Or, at least, my foot."

The one side of her is as fair as any goddess of beauty could wish, and the other side of her mummified.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed is going to get a crick in his neck at this rate.

He hates getting a crick in his neck.

"What's this? Thought the area effect of the compression field went out at least this far."

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"Nothing has ever tried to shrink me." Hel states, looking down at him in return, "As for what...I am a goddess. I am Hel."

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed damn near facepalms.

Deities. Goddammit, now it's real trouble.

"Hel, is it? One of the, uh," Zed waves his hand vaguely, "...Norse ones, right?"

Zed can't even remember the last time he checked the deity records. Not like the bureau had much on them anyway. Divinity wasn't exactly in the MiB's jurisdiction.