The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 6th, 12,508 - 1:20 AM
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Queen's Room - the Palace
Skills: N/A
Myrus returned Luna's embrace, taking a moment to just breathe and be thankful that his family was alright. They were orphans, yes, but they were siblings. They shared strong bonds that he was certain could meet any challenge, any test. Even though Valda had grown up in the Forest, he still felt that he knew his eldest sister his entire life.
"It'll be fine, Luna," he promised his older sister softly, despite the heaviness of his heart. Valda came through the room a moment later, explaining that she had sent a message to Rowland and that he would be expecting them in the morning.
"Alright, we'll meet with him and see what we can do... about everything," Myrus said. His worries of Fleur coming to kill his siblings were minimized at the moment, thanks to the chaos of the vampires and the mysterious chains and the looming threat of Ragnarok. He would do anything to keep his family safe - and to keep his kingdom safe. But if he had to choose between them? Myrus didn't know what choice he would make. Family or duty? He wasn't the Castle's king, but he was a member of its Royal Family, obligated to serve and protect.
He pushed those sad thoughts out of his mind and took off his cloak, stripping down to his undergarments (a cotton white shirt and pants of a similar texture), before he went and lied down on the far left portion of the gigantic bed. There would be plenty of room for the three siblings to sleep.
Violet
Location: ???
Skills: ExtraOrdinary Magyk
Violet's path had always been clear for her - the next step was always just a question of how, rarely one of whether. She followed Fleur back into the woods towards where they had emerged, contemplating the question.
"I have work that is worth doing - to purify the Castle from those who survive by corruption and greed, who rape and pillage without any consequences," Violet said calmly.
"I have to burn the rot in order to preserve the good... After that, I do not know. Perhaps then I will return to where I was born." She didn't mean a simple town or hamlet, no nothing as mundane as that. Violet had awoken in the
Darke, trapped and alone. It had taken her time to learn to escape from it, to emerge from
Limbo and enter the physical world.
"What of you? Once you have toppled their armies and restored peace to these lands, what will you do?" Violet asked the Witch Messiah, the Head of the Demon. It wasn't too long until they reached the strange metallic structure and Violet peered at it, attempting to figure out if there was some clue as to how to take the
Way back to where they had come from. The
Magyk reminded her of
Limbo in some respects, yet was entirely different in others.
Asgard: November 6th, 12,508 - 2:20 AM
The Palace Entrance Hall... "Sága?!" Halley exclaimed, a bit surprised. She had never seen the ancient goddess in her life. Many on Asgard believed her to be dead or lost in distant realms, never to return to Asgard for fear of Odin's wrath.
".... She?" Halley then emphasized. For a split second, she considered whether or not Loki was innocent, but currently Loki was presenting as female - so Halley felt that the
she pronoun could just be confirmation that Loki was their foe, responsible for bringing Ragnarok.
"Forseti was being stubborn and pigheaded as usual," Halley explained to her brother.
She frowned slightly. So many events were occurring all at once.
"It's late. Perhaps we should retire and meet with the All-Mother come dawn... I am certain your babe misses you." Halley was scared - yet she also knew that they couldn't take any action now. Most of Asgard was asleep, as were their foes. The other scouts would return with information and they could discuss it all soon enough anyways.
Bruce and Myth's Home... Antonije smirked slightly.
"Oh, you want me to lay next to you? Whatever will your parents think, a boy like me with a girl like you?" he teased, before lying down next to Sylvi and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her forehead gently before closing his eyes himself, listening to the steady beating of her heart with the attention one would normally give a master symphony.
"I love you..." he then whispered into her ear.
The Well of Mimir... "Very well," the hooded figure replied, reaching out and pulling Cuyler's eye clean out of its socket. Strangely, the wound instantly healed and scarred, leaving little pain behind. The figure stared at the eye for a moment, before nodding at Cuyler. "Drink," he beckoned, producing a chalice from nowhere seemingly and extending it to the demigod.
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