[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]🌻 Runa Johansson 🌻[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbb8pmjn/tumblr-p0vn0qj3h-H1qalttgo4-r1-400.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b]Under the Sea -> Helheim -> Hotel Valhalla - Reception 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Norwegian [hr][hr][/center]	As the pressure around her increased, her lungs building like they were filled with molten fire, Runa kicked and flailed desperately. It was no use. The vatnavaettir continued to dive deeper and deeper below the water, pulling its demigod prey along with it. Her strength ebbed out of her body, as the ocean itself crushed her and as things went dark, the young wiccan hoped that her spirit would find rest in the Summerlands before the wheel of life would turn again. She closed her eyes, succumbing to death, the toy lightsaber still gripped in her hand.

	Her eyes snapped open, suddenly alert as she gasped for breath - the air was sharp, icy, and cold, nothing like the heat and humidity of the beach in Oslo. Her throat felt hoarse and she was in no mood to speak, as she scrambled up to her feet. All around her were people in various stages of rot and decay, the living dead. She gulped slightly, coming to the conclusion that this had to be the home of the damned, some sort of afterlife of punishment. Her heart sank. It made sense however. She deserved this. Her body felt like lead as she walked forward, realizing that she was on a bridge, one of many that led to a gigantic gate.

	[color=#a81a75][i]"Dyp fred fra løpebølgen til deg... Dyp ro i den rennende luften til deg... Dyp fred fra den stille jorden til deg... Dyp fred for de lysende stjernene til deg... Dyp fred med uendelig fred til deg,"[/i][/color] Runa whispered, reciting a wiccan prayer for the dead in her native tongue. None of the other shambling dead interacted with her, which she preferred - she kept to herself in life and she didn't see a reason to do so in death. She deserved to be here, to be punished for her failings and faults. 

	She only lifted her head once she reached the gate, choking back a gasp of fear as she glimpsed a gigantic, gruesome giant. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as he exclaimed in English that she wasn't supposed to be there - this was the afterlife for the damned, didn't she belong? Runa barely registered what he had called her when the gatekeeper charged and she instinctively turned her head, her heart pounding out of fear even though she was already dead, as everything went dark - [i]again[/i].

	Her eyes snapped open. Runa expected to find herself back in the cold and miserable land of death. Instead... she was in what looked like a hotel lobby. It took her a moment to register that someone was holding her. [color=#a81a75]"...Hallo?"[/color] she whispered, her hands trembling. [color=#a81a75]"Kan jeg bli lagt ned?"[/color] she asked, her voice so quiet it was barely audible.