Yep. Maybe some nice graphics would help? I can see what I can do about that.
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Rose nodded emphatically at the prince. Prince Loki--she filed the name away in her mind, along with the details provided by her talent.
"Yeah, it was like I was grabbed by an iceberg! I don't know how I managed to keep the wits to fight back. It was really shocking. Is that what a Frost Giant is, then?"
She was pulled to her feet by the guards and immediately whimpered in pain. She looked pleadingly up at Odin, about to ask for a doctor before being sent home, but instead three things popped up in her head all at once. She addressed the king with a sudden urgency.
"Umm, this is going to sound crazy, Your Majesty, but you need to put more guards around the... Casket? Whatever that is. An army's worth. In the next two minutes, unless time here runs differently."
Rose didn't know how she got these 'insights'. She instinctively knew things by looking at people's faces: what they needed and by when. She knew things about people they didn't know themselves. Sometimes it was helpful, but most of the time it was just creepy. And since situations changed second by second, often what someone needed in the morning was entirely void by the afternoon. But sometimes, like now, the information hit her with a certain weight...
"Yeah, it was like I was grabbed by an iceberg! I don't know how I managed to keep the wits to fight back. It was really shocking. Is that what a Frost Giant is, then?"
She was pulled to her feet by the guards and immediately whimpered in pain. She looked pleadingly up at Odin, about to ask for a doctor before being sent home, but instead three things popped up in her head all at once. She addressed the king with a sudden urgency.
"Umm, this is going to sound crazy, Your Majesty, but you need to put more guards around the... Casket? Whatever that is. An army's worth. In the next two minutes, unless time here runs differently."
Rose didn't know how she got these 'insights'. She instinctively knew things by looking at people's faces: what they needed and by when. She knew things about people they didn't know themselves. Sometimes it was helpful, but most of the time it was just creepy. And since situations changed second by second, often what someone needed in the morning was entirely void by the afternoon. But sometimes, like now, the information hit her with a certain weight...
A more catchy title would help, too. Like, Thor: {something something something}.
Edit: Oop, you already did it!
Edit: Oop, you already did it!
How about changing the title to reflect active recruitment? Something like "{title} ((Need a Thor!))". Maybe that will catch some attention?
Totally, we need some more party members!
Rose used the time allowed by the brief exchange to sit up and get a better view of things. For one thing she got more of a look at the person to whom the voice belonged. A prince, huh? You'd think guards would listen to princes, but she supposed there must be some kind of kingly order against trespassers that overruled princes. And now she at least knew a few things about the situation: she was trespassing in a place called Asgard, which apparently is inhabited by people who aren't mortal and run by a monarchy.
"So... uh... it's a funny story, really, Your Majesty," she began, scratching at her shoulder and not being quite brave enough to meet his gaze. "Well, not funny, funny. Weird-funny. I'm minding my own business at work, then this big blue guy crashes right through a wall and grabs me. And of course I'm not going to just take that, blue guy or not, so I bite him, and he drops me. Next thing I know, here I am. Uh, Your Majesty."
She fidgeted a little on the floor, wondering if accidental trespassing was judged the same as intentional trespassing. In fact, she had no idea how this place even worked. What were the rules? Was she breaking one right now without even knowing? She couldn't exactly stand up and bow. Maybe mortals were supposed to prostrate themselves on the floor? She probably got close enough to that by falling on her face...
"So... uh... it's a funny story, really, Your Majesty," she began, scratching at her shoulder and not being quite brave enough to meet his gaze. "Well, not funny, funny. Weird-funny. I'm minding my own business at work, then this big blue guy crashes right through a wall and grabs me. And of course I'm not going to just take that, blue guy or not, so I bite him, and he drops me. Next thing I know, here I am. Uh, Your Majesty."
She fidgeted a little on the floor, wondering if accidental trespassing was judged the same as intentional trespassing. In fact, she had no idea how this place even worked. What were the rules? Was she breaking one right now without even knowing? She couldn't exactly stand up and bow. Maybe mortals were supposed to prostrate themselves on the floor? She probably got close enough to that by falling on her face...
"Ow! Can we slow down a little? Please?" The guards paid no attention, but had to half-drag Rose through the palace halls. Her left ankle was swollen and useless, and every time she had to step on it she was nearly blinded with the pain. As a result, the splendor of the pantheon's citadel was lost to her.
Most of the denizens just whispered. The words were, to the woman's ears, stiffly formal and with a European-esque accent straight out of a fantasy movie. Finally, the forced march came to a brief halt. Rose caught a glimpse of green robes but didn't have the footing to lift her head for a good look. It was the commanding voice that caught her attention the most. It had authority. But apparently the guards didn't agree; she was going to see the king--whoever that was--without any medical attention.
She barely noticed a pair of massive golden doors as they were thrust open, before being tossed to the polished floor. Well, she supposed they didn't really mean to toss her so much as push her forward, but she'd unfortunately landed on her left foot and went sprawling on her face... again. Not exactly a polite curtsy. She looked up from her prone position and caught an intimidating view of a man on a throne. This must be the king. He looked like the sort of king that fought in the front of an army in a battle against ancient dragons or something; he even wore an eye-patch and armor.
"Uhhhhh...." Crap, what do I say?! "Uh... I'm not in America anymore, am I? Your Majesty," she added quickly, since that was what someone was supposed to say to kings.
Most of the denizens just whispered. The words were, to the woman's ears, stiffly formal and with a European-esque accent straight out of a fantasy movie. Finally, the forced march came to a brief halt. Rose caught a glimpse of green robes but didn't have the footing to lift her head for a good look. It was the commanding voice that caught her attention the most. It had authority. But apparently the guards didn't agree; she was going to see the king--whoever that was--without any medical attention.
She barely noticed a pair of massive golden doors as they were thrust open, before being tossed to the polished floor. Well, she supposed they didn't really mean to toss her so much as push her forward, but she'd unfortunately landed on her left foot and went sprawling on her face... again. Not exactly a polite curtsy. She looked up from her prone position and caught an intimidating view of a man on a throne. This must be the king. He looked like the sort of king that fought in the front of an army in a battle against ancient dragons or something; he even wore an eye-patch and armor.
"Uhhhhh...." Crap, what do I say?! "Uh... I'm not in America anymore, am I? Your Majesty," she added quickly, since that was what someone was supposed to say to kings.
A-Okay with that. I actually planned on it. :P
Posted! :)
"Owwwww..."
Rose hurt. All over. On the other hand, this grass she face-planted in was probably the best-smelling grass she had ever encountered. This was good, because she didn't think she could move right now. It would have been terrible to be lying face-down, unable to move, in grass that smelled like manure. It was warm, too--another good thing. The giant blue man that kidnapped her had felt like a block of ice... and when she bit his arm to make him let go, he tasted like frozen gym socks. Yuck.
The woman couldn't really remember much. It was a blur. A wall crashing in; a giant blue arm wrapping around her shoulders; a lot of kicking and screaming and a kaleidoscope of liquid colors, and then falling for a very long time. Come to think of it, she really ought to be dead. Maybe she was. Honestly, she'd expected the Hereafter to be a little more shiny... and a lot less painful.
She eventually found the strength to sit up, though it hurt like hell. The grass around her was smushed into a person-shaped indent, rather reminiscent of a crime scene body outline. She looked up, but could find no indication as to where she'd fallen from. She looked around. There were buildings all around, at once ancient and futuristic; there were carefully-tended trees in planters, and flowers she couldn't name growing in boxes and rows. Maybe this was some kind of park.
"...Hello?" she called, her voice echoing around the empty space. "Is anyone out there? Where am I?"
Rose hurt. All over. On the other hand, this grass she face-planted in was probably the best-smelling grass she had ever encountered. This was good, because she didn't think she could move right now. It would have been terrible to be lying face-down, unable to move, in grass that smelled like manure. It was warm, too--another good thing. The giant blue man that kidnapped her had felt like a block of ice... and when she bit his arm to make him let go, he tasted like frozen gym socks. Yuck.
The woman couldn't really remember much. It was a blur. A wall crashing in; a giant blue arm wrapping around her shoulders; a lot of kicking and screaming and a kaleidoscope of liquid colors, and then falling for a very long time. Come to think of it, she really ought to be dead. Maybe she was. Honestly, she'd expected the Hereafter to be a little more shiny... and a lot less painful.
She eventually found the strength to sit up, though it hurt like hell. The grass around her was smushed into a person-shaped indent, rather reminiscent of a crime scene body outline. She looked up, but could find no indication as to where she'd fallen from. She looked around. There were buildings all around, at once ancient and futuristic; there were carefully-tended trees in planters, and flowers she couldn't name growing in boxes and rows. Maybe this was some kind of park.
"...Hello?" she called, her voice echoing around the empty space. "Is anyone out there? Where am I?"
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