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Nov. 20th, 2008 01:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
banished-to.livejournal.comHel is outdoors, sewing a new glove for herself. It's fairly hard to miss her, if nothing else. She always welcomes those who would speak with her.
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Nov. 6th, 2008 04:47 pmblueshifted.livejournal.comBarney's... doing a little better than when we last saw him, but not by much. The spectres of the past are coming back in droves, and it's not a pleasant thing at all. He doesn't need this in general.
He especially doesn't need it when he has the future of their world to worry about.
The firing range, however, is something he needs very much. It's simple: the target, the man, and the gun. He's got the submachine gun he brought with him when he got pulled into Milliways, and he's not missing. Other distractions are always good, though.
[[Um. I suppose this is a Car Keys post for CJ from Grand Theft Auto and Hel, if you'll accept it. Sorry it's so late!]]
Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun
He especially doesn't need it when he has the future of their world to worry about.
The firing range, however, is something he needs very much. It's simple: the target, the man, and the gun. He's got the submachine gun he brought with him when he got pulled into Milliways, and he's not missing. Other distractions are always good, though.
[[Um. I suppose this is a Car Keys post for CJ from Grand Theft Auto and Hel, if you'll accept it. Sorry it's so late!]]
Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun
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Oct. 13th, 2008 09:04 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel is outside, bundled up. It's easy to see her as she indulges her love of bright colour in Milliways and thirty six feet or so of burnt-orange cloak stands out. Even in the landscape of Milliways. She is reading, face tilted toward her book in such a way that her living eye can both skim the pages and watch for Man-sized beings that may come out to her.
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Aug. 29th, 2008 09:30 ambanished-to.livejournal.comHel is outside with her sewing. She's rather glad that the jungle is gone. It blocked a lot of her view of the grounds and something about it just wasn't right. Not really. She's hard to miss, being roughly the same scale Optimus Prime is when he's at home, and her hair glistens in the light all the way from her head to where the braids coil on the ground.
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Aug. 19th, 2008 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
acts_of_gordMaking his way to the target range through the jungle canopy was just a little too Viet Cong meets Tarzan for Gordon's tastes today. When he made his way back indoors he opted to take some time to make his next visit to the range worth all the fuss and bother- it's modding time. He might as well put the welding skills he learned for the bicycle to good use.
One almost-redheaded guy in nerd glasses and circled-lambda T-shirt doing terrible, terrible things to an unsuspecting Combine pulse rifle, over by the Window.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, John Vattic]
One almost-redheaded guy in nerd glasses and circled-lambda T-shirt doing terrible, terrible things to an unsuspecting Combine pulse rifle, over by the Window.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, John Vattic]
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Aug. 19th, 2008 11:46 ambanished-to.livejournal.comThe jungle bothers Hel about as much as the dough does. She doesn't actually care about either. Some of the dough that touches her left ankle dies, the rest...
The rest has apparently chosen to believe that since they have tasted death and come out alright they must be the militant arm of peace. This is the dough that stands between the two-legged and the weak. Their flower-petal armor is poisoned, and their weapons the longest thorns they can manage.
If she knew, the goddess would be amused. She feeds the dough that comes to her, in peace, because it is Hers. Hel always knows her own.
She sits by the lake sewing calmly on a large apron for herself. Its hard to find anything for someone thirty feet tall, after all.
The rest has apparently chosen to believe that since they have tasted death and come out alright they must be the militant arm of peace. This is the dough that stands between the two-legged and the weak. Their flower-petal armor is poisoned, and their weapons the longest thorns they can manage.
If she knew, the goddess would be amused. She feeds the dough that comes to her, in peace, because it is Hers. Hel always knows her own.
She sits by the lake sewing calmly on a large apron for herself. Its hard to find anything for someone thirty feet tall, after all.
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May. 30th, 2008 03:28 pmacts_of_gordThe Bar's too complicated an environment for Gordon to handle today. Fascinating as the goings-on are, and enthusiastic as the people who chose trial forms may be, it's just too much. He seriously considered going back to his room and just staying there when he came down the stairs and saw that Cubefall was in full swing, but...
If I quit, if I give up, that's forever.
All right, it's a little overdramatic, but today he just hasn't got the energy to respond to anything less absolute. If someone's looking for him, they'll find him outside in his T-shirt and jeans, settled on the grassy ground with his back to a rock, looking out over the lake.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Brand of Amber]
If I quit, if I give up, that's forever.
All right, it's a little overdramatic, but today he just hasn't got the energy to respond to anything less absolute. If someone's looking for him, they'll find him outside in his T-shirt and jeans, settled on the grassy ground with his back to a rock, looking out over the lake.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Brand of Amber]
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May. 27th, 2008 11:16 ambanished-to.livejournal.comHel is outside watching. This, that, the other thing, and everything else. She's very good at watching, and for all of her size she's very good at being unobtrusive. How a she can blend in so well to everything is something only millennia in Niflheim can explain. Regardless, even as unobtrusive as she is capable of being, someone thirty-six feet tall can be a little hard to miss.
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May. 4th, 2008 11:51 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel is far too large to fit into the bar now, but the rats remember the tall young woman who tipped so very well and information is passed along until, at the last, the even taller, not so young, woman by the lake is greeted with a pitcher of hot chocolate (with peppers), a Jaguar tooth, and a card.
Eventually she'll test the card. Eventually, when she's up to risking disappointment. For now she's just going to look at the precious items she spent so long thinking were gone.
((Tiny Tag: Loki (Marvel) ))
Eventually she'll test the card. Eventually, when she's up to risking disappointment. For now she's just going to look at the precious items she spent so long thinking were gone.
((Tiny Tag: Loki (Marvel) ))
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May. 4th, 2008 11:17 pmm-antonivs.livejournal.comAntony is out in the sparring ring, going through his paces.
He doesn't have the proper discipline of the legions yet, just the individual training that any self-respecting Roman family would give its sons--his grandfather, whose name he shares, had once earned a naval triumph for vanquishing pirates. His mother still has hopes for him, that he will not be an embarrassment to the family, and that seems a goal easily enough reached.
Anyway, he is good at things that call for strength, speed and ruthlessness, not so much philosophy or deep thought. Sometimes he wishes he could be a charioteer or a gladiator, but his mother would kill him if he ever did something like that.
(Or at least send one of her servants to do it. He has no doubt she would.)
But in the end, it's all being owned by someone, isn't it? At least as a soldier there's the chance to retire to a governorship in some province somewhere, and that seems to him a perfect career.
He wouldn't be opposed to company or distractions.
He doesn't have the proper discipline of the legions yet, just the individual training that any self-respecting Roman family would give its sons--his grandfather, whose name he shares, had once earned a naval triumph for vanquishing pirates. His mother still has hopes for him, that he will not be an embarrassment to the family, and that seems a goal easily enough reached.
Anyway, he is good at things that call for strength, speed and ruthlessness, not so much philosophy or deep thought. Sometimes he wishes he could be a charioteer or a gladiator, but his mother would kill him if he ever did something like that.
(Or at least send one of her servants to do it. He has no doubt she would.)
But in the end, it's all being owned by someone, isn't it? At least as a soldier there's the chance to retire to a governorship in some province somewhere, and that seems to him a perfect career.
He wouldn't be opposed to company or distractions.
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May. 3rd, 2008 09:02 ambanished-to.livejournal.comThree 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.
((Still open))
'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.
((Still open))
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Dec. 1st, 2006 10:38 amninja-mountie.livejournal.comTime, the little silver-haired fellow has decided, means precious little 'round here. Oh, he opened that front door all right, once his conversation with Kirk was done and he'd had that talk with that Parkman fella, but there's just something unnatural about the way the snow in Mackenzie wasn't moving at all. Those flakes were just hanging there in mid-air, still as stones. And his dogs, well, they weren't exactly moving either- now that was strangest of all. There wasn't a power on Earth he knew of could stop a team of Siberians from at least picking up their heads to see what was behind a door when it opened.
It's unnatural out there, and that don't sit well with him at all.
He's a little more at ease now that he found the back door. It's different out there, warmer than in Mackenzie, but he can live with it. Looks sort of like some of the country further on south, maybe down around Slave Lake. The forest's sort of funny-looking, but he'll head on over there later. Right now, he's down by the lake proper. There's birds that live hereabouts, and he's watching them skitter over the water and dive through the sky. He's been watching for a good long time now. They've just about decided he's part of the landscape.
He's good at that.
It's unnatural out there, and that don't sit well with him at all.
He's a little more at ease now that he found the back door. It's different out there, warmer than in Mackenzie, but he can live with it. Looks sort of like some of the country further on south, maybe down around Slave Lake. The forest's sort of funny-looking, but he'll head on over there later. Right now, he's down by the lake proper. There's birds that live hereabouts, and he's watching them skitter over the water and dive through the sky. He's been watching for a good long time now. They've just about decided he's part of the landscape.
He's good at that.
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Oct. 29th, 2006 10:05 pmgone_byebye[OOM: Today is possibly the worst day EVER to attempt to drive in New York City...]
The door swings open; whatever is going on on the other side, it's too overwhelmed by a decidedly unwholesome green glow to see the details. It's also blocked by a harried-looking Ray, in full uniform with his ecto goggles shoved up on his forehead.
"Okay, people," he says as he closes the door. "The single biggest supernatural manifestation I've ever seen's just closed a nine-mile stretch of the East River to all forms of pedestrian, automotive, subway, tramway and aquatic traffic (not to mention low-flying aircraft), blocked off all the bridges from Manhattan to Long Island, and whistled up a couple thousand really cranky-looking Revolutionary War soldiers somehow. I have just one thing to say about this."
He pauses, drawing a deep breath.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
The door swings open; whatever is going on on the other side, it's too overwhelmed by a decidedly unwholesome green glow to see the details. It's also blocked by a harried-looking Ray, in full uniform with his ecto goggles shoved up on his forehead.
"Okay, people," he says as he closes the door. "The single biggest supernatural manifestation I've ever seen's just closed a nine-mile stretch of the East River to all forms of pedestrian, automotive, subway, tramway and aquatic traffic (not to mention low-flying aircraft), blocked off all the bridges from Manhattan to Long Island, and whistled up a couple thousand really cranky-looking Revolutionary War soldiers somehow. I have just one thing to say about this."
He pauses, drawing a deep breath.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
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Sep. 25th, 2006 07:27 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comIt is possible to embroider with only one eye. If you have enough practice at it, it is possible to do stunning embroidery with only one eye.
It is also possible, if you know exactly what to ask for, to get the softest and most fragile of materials from the Bar, which is why the...well, in her hands it looks like an over-large handkerchief, but is actually a small blanket...seems to be ready to nearly float away but for the stitches set into it.
It isn't a tapestry. Its...a pictorial Edda. Or bits of one.
Hel's choice of baby gifts may be weird.
It is also possible, if you know exactly what to ask for, to get the softest and most fragile of materials from the Bar, which is why the...well, in her hands it looks like an over-large handkerchief, but is actually a small blanket...seems to be ready to nearly float away but for the stitches set into it.
It isn't a tapestry. Its...a pictorial Edda. Or bits of one.
Hel's choice of baby gifts may be weird.
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Sep. 22nd, 2006 03:14 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comSome days are better than others, and some are far, far worse. Wells knew from the moment he woke up this morning that today was going to be one of the bad ones. That's why he slipped away from Annie while she still slept, and why he came here. Oh, sure, he could pummel the heavy bag in his basement, he got one of those a while ago just in case- but he'd be stuck indoors with the knowledge that a city of fourteen million was waiting overhead somewhere. Better to head to Milliways. The bag's outside, for one thing, and the people are a whole lot fewer. He can take company, especially now that he's been working on the bag a good half hour or more. It's just that it goes down far, far better in small doses today.
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Sep. 12th, 2006 07:48 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comIt has been...a time, since last she entered. As the mortals count it that time may have been long. It is a blink of her bad eye, in a way. For her, it is easier to stay outside, to walk with Baldur the Beautiful as the season turns from warmth and light to the bone-aching chill of winter.
She ducks as she enters from the lakeside door, golden-blond braids scraping the floor and skirts tangling around the left leg, which fails to step cleanly or easily counter time with the right.
She has, again, fallen out of the habit of speaking much; only to Baldur and only when they remember to. For her the fact that he is there is enough, and Hel has never been grand with words.
She straightens, and allows the living eye to skip across the patrons. Fifteen feet tall, this half-dead goddess, and like a willow-tree battered by the ages; the one side slender and supple, the other side withered and rough.
Her left hand, gloved, she trails over Bar and in return a mug of appropriate size filled with a spicy scented cocoa appears. She nods, slightly, in thanks and then makes her way to a spot near the fire with rolling, mis-matched steps.
She ducks as she enters from the lakeside door, golden-blond braids scraping the floor and skirts tangling around the left leg, which fails to step cleanly or easily counter time with the right.
She has, again, fallen out of the habit of speaking much; only to Baldur and only when they remember to. For her the fact that he is there is enough, and Hel has never been grand with words.
She straightens, and allows the living eye to skip across the patrons. Fifteen feet tall, this half-dead goddess, and like a willow-tree battered by the ages; the one side slender and supple, the other side withered and rough.
Her left hand, gloved, she trails over Bar and in return a mug of appropriate size filled with a spicy scented cocoa appears. She nods, slightly, in thanks and then makes her way to a spot near the fire with rolling, mis-matched steps.
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Apr. 20th, 2006 05:27 ambeautybeloved.livejournal.comHe enters from outside, braiding small wildflowers together into a chain as he walks. The chain is looped over his wrist as he stops at the Bar, stroking a hand over the surface and softly requesting what has become his usual: hot chocolate with cayenne, the sort of drink that even one half-dead can taste. His usual, by now, and his usual habit to request two tankards large enough for one fifteen feet tall to drink from, and his usual habit to cross over to the fireplace, where there's room for taller beings, to sit cross-legged on the floor and wait.
Even if today is not one of the days when they encounter each other, he will wait.
Even if today is not one of the days when they encounter each other, he will wait.
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Apr. 19th, 2006 03:32 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comEnters now | A goddess dread
She who was | Counted not amongst
Those who knew | The fate to come
Enters now | Hel
She of those here | Knows the laws
The rules | The customs
The ways to seek | Marriage
For those | Of Norse blood
She who was | Counted not amongst
Those who knew | The fate to come
Enters now | Hel
She of those here | Knows the laws
The rules | The customs
The ways to seek | Marriage
For those | Of Norse blood
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Apr. 19th, 2006 12:57 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comYou know that feeling, when someone is supposed to be home at a certain time, and they are not? How it gets worse, the next day, and you have checked every logical explanation for where that person may be--
And they are still not there?
So, if anyone might know where Archie may be- since he did not come home last night after his shift, and there were no notes in the Security Office- if they would please tell the panicking former Valkyrie.
Or, you know- finding out that he is missing also works.
And they are still not there?
So, if anyone might know where Archie may be- since he did not come home last night after his shift, and there were no notes in the Security Office- if they would please tell the panicking former Valkyrie.
Or, you know- finding out that he is missing also works.
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Apr. 15th, 2006 08:42 pmlatino_menaceRamon came in an hour or two ago, but for once in his life has been unobtrusive. No, really. And really, that's becoming a habit - one he'd like to break probably.
Either way, that there Latino terrorist is fair game for any kind of conversation you'd like to strike up with him. Can't promise he'll like it, but isn't that half the fun?
Either way, that there Latino terrorist is fair game for any kind of conversation you'd like to strike up with him. Can't promise he'll like it, but isn't that half the fun?
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Feb. 7th, 2006 02:47 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel enters the bar, brushing slush off her boots before she heads for the fire. She's had a lot to think of lately.
Most of it hasn't made her smile, but she's done a lot of thinking.
Most of it hasn't made her smile, but she's done a lot of thinking.
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Feb. 6th, 2006 02:09 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel is, once again, in the bar. She's got her cloak wrapped up tight around herself for the warmth, and a cup of cocoa in her hands.
She's looked worse, all things considered. Also better, but she has looked worse.
She's looked worse, all things considered. Also better, but she has looked worse.
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Feb. 2nd, 2006 04:31 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel enters from the cold, limping slightly and eyes downcast. The limping is from the cold.
The downcast eyes? Lets just say that her life has been more fulfilling in the past, yes?
She gathers chocolate and settles down near the fire to curl up and keep warm.
The downcast eyes? Lets just say that her life has been more fulfilling in the past, yes?
She gathers chocolate and settles down near the fire to curl up and keep warm.
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Feb. 1st, 2006 08:45 pmlyra_silverIt's a chilly, clear evening in Lyra's Oxford. She and Pantalaimon had to be careful, climbing into the window over the iron fence of the Botanical Gardens, not to freeze themselves or let Lyra's coal silk coat catch on the points of the fence. When they come into Milliways, they shut the door quickly behind them, so as not to let any cold air in.
[ooc: Am here and open for any tags, but moderately sleepy. Expect slowness. Also, in two hours I shall turn into a pumpkin and be off.]
[ooc: Am here and open for any tags, but moderately sleepy. Expect slowness. Also, in two hours I shall turn into a pumpkin and be off.]
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Jan. 30th, 2006 01:53 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comAfter This Hel enters the bar from the lake door, the heavy red cloak wrapped tightly around herself.
She isn't upset, not really. She's just confused.
If the Aesar aren't all bad, what does that mean for her?
She isn't upset, not really. She's just confused.
If the Aesar aren't all bad, what does that mean for her?
