HalfOfLancelot — Roleplayer Guild

"That's my cue."
Location: Phoenix, Arizona → Asgard
Interaction: Taking the Podium

That feeling.

Like the moon shined a certain clarity upon his eyes. No, not just his eyes, his entire being swelled as if the lunar rays wrapped themselves around him, heavy, yet a constant comfort. Emmanuel shut his eyes and breathed deep through his nostrils, ignoring the sudden, painful presence of piercing blue eyes on him. For a moment, Emmanuel could feel freedom and, for him, that feeling came scarcely.

"-manuel. Emmanuel. Manny!" A voice snapped him from his reverie and Emmanuel gasped at the cold shock of a hand grasping his forearm. He yanked back and nearly tumbled into the desk beside him.

"Sh-shit, Danny," he breathed, looking from her to the projector as it flickered on and off, sliding in almost real time to show another entire side of the Andromeda galaxy being wiped away—no, devoured. Almost half the galaxy was just... gone.

From beside him, Danielle made a nose, turning from him to the projector's image. She cursed and bit down on a gasp, "Shit's right. What the hell do we do?"

Emmanuel moved, his mouth open for a moment before the door slammed forcibly into the wall. Danny jumped, and made toward the sound only to be stopped by Emmanuel's hand yanking her back. "It's alright," he said, guiding her to a chair, "I need you to stay here, record and document everything and I'll be back as soon as I can. Promise."

Before he turned the corner, Emmanuel glanced back, a finger pointed at Danielle, "And don't tell a soul outside of this project. This stays here, Danny, got it?" Once she nodded her understanding, Emmanuel disappeared and flew toward the sound, knowing full well what to expect. And then he paused, forgetting that he needed evidence before standing before the entirety of earth's Deities and attesting to something. It took a moment and a shush for Danielle's inevitable questions before he stuffed his suitcase with everything he needed and vanished through the portal.

The door gave an audible slam behind him. And that was it. This was it.

Emmanuel rushed down the steps, ignoring the curious eyes and nearly tripping over that damned dog. He didn't have time to scream, shout, or get angry; he'd save the tantrum for later.

"Shut up," he shoved past Tyr the moment the god opened his mouth to reprimand Fenrir, "And sit the hell down." With a finality, Emmanuel slammed his briefcase onto the podium. All but Fenrir's giggles hushed themselves into silence, though not many took their seats again.

"James," Emmanuel started over the silence, opening his briefcase to pull out the projector he'd stuffed inside and all the cords tangled in, "Be the sweetheart that you are and find some way to plug this in?"

James blinked at the request but did as he was told, giving Emmanuel a nod and finding a suitable place to plug everything in. Oddly enough, Raijin had enough juice to power the object and the picture of the Andromeda galaxy, whole and peaceful in its still image, lit the curtain enveloping the small pavilion in the center. It took a little adjusting before James got the projector's image just right.

Of course, Emmanuel hadn't expecting this to go as smoothly as he hoped and Tyr chose that exact moment to make his protest. "What does this have to do with anything?" he hissed, "This is an investigation, not show-and-tell."

"Stow it and move Odin's corpse off the stage, please," Emmanuel said, not missing a beat and not giving Tyr the satisfaction of eye contact. Before Tyr could make a move, Emmanuel turned to give him a look as he spoke, his hand wrapped around a remote and clicking the button in the center, "This is the Andromeda galaxy, approximately 2.5 million light years away."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tyr said, pounding a fist onto the podium.

"As you can see, there's absolutely nothing happening in this boring, dead, spiraling piece of crap heading our way one light year at a time," Emmanuel closed the distance between them, bumping chests and huffing in Tyr's personal space. A click sounded between them and the picture changed to show the ever decreasing space of one of Andromeda's mass of stars, "This is the Andromeda galaxy not 30 minutes ago." Another click, another chunk gone, "This is 28 minutes ago." Another, "26 minutes."

"You get the gist?" Emmanuel dare, and Tyr took a pause before backing up to look at the display, "How long was it since Odin's time of death?"

James chose that moment to speak up, "Uh, about 20 minutes ago. Give or take" Raijin hissed at his side and James muttered an apology, while one of the Mayan god's of death chimed in to concur with James.

"This was taken about 24 minutes ago," Emmanuel stated and clicked again. Thousands of light years had been wiped from existence, leaving nothing but the backdrop of stars behind it. He clicked one more time, showing one side practically devoured in an instant, and third of it just chipping away into nothing, "This was 18 minutes ago. And this,"

One last time to show the most recent slide Danielle and he had acquired. A massive galaxy, spanning hundreds of thousands of light years across eaten away, bit by gigantic bit. Those were stars hundreds, maybe thousands of times the size of their sun, completely eradicated and they were all squabbling and laughing. Emmanuel took a great breath and set the remote down to shuffle a few papers. "I have quite a bit of statistics here from Vulcan's Haus satellite showing the enormous rate at which this galaxy is practically dying. No light distortion, no radiation emissions, explosions, galactic supernovas. I can't find anything but just data erased as this thing crumbles to pieces. I have charts comparing Andromeda 20 years ago to now and 1 hour ago to now and they're so drastically different I'm about to have an aneurysm.

"I don't know what you guys have been doing in your spare time, but damn, someone here's gotta vendetta against this entire universe or the fact that a galaxy was named after whatshisface's girlfriend. But I have a sneaking suspicion that whatever did this," he pointed at the image and then at Odin, "and that, isn't someone looking for revenge. No matter how much I want someone here torn to shreds, I can't consciously condemn him to death.

"So, yeah, I mean, feel free to leave to your wife, your husband, your kids, your shitty plays, and your worthless lives. I'll just be sitting here gloating over Odin's dead body waiting to tell ever one of you, 'I told you so.'" And with that Emmanuel slammed his briefcase shut and immediately regretted the action the moment James came flying down with the projector and its memory card. He opened it for the guy before slamming it shut a second time.

"Are you done?" Tyr asked, his teeth almost audibly grinding together. Emmanuel gave him a smile, a pat on the nub, and found his seat. "Right, so, I suppose we have that to investigate, as well. So, yes, this is vastly important to every one of you, not just us Norse fellows because I'm positive none of you give two shits about Odin dying. I have half a mind to say it was well deserved, gods rest his soul. But that hatred doesn't detract from the direness of this situation, and Mani proved his point."

Athena cut in, stepping by his side, "However, we're not making any rash decisions just yet. It was nice of you to bring that to our attention, Mani, but it won't be stopping this investigation any time soon. We'll our people look into it, while also weeding out any of our suspects here. It's just not enough evidence to drive us away from our main concern and that is a god or goddess with a vendetta. Nemesis, if you will?" She turned toward June and gestured to the crowd, waiting for her to take her allotted group through to be questioned and filed.
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