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Scion: A modern Odyssey

@Raijinslayer
Literally what I'm doing right now

Scion: A modern Odyssey

Urge to be 'murican rising...


But realtalk, that works fine then. I'm rolling with guilt and doubt as themes anyway, so as long as it's not like "well, the Aesir literally commanded/encouraged Hitler to kill everyone who wasn't Aryan" I can work with it.

Scion: A modern Odyssey

@Avanhelsing
...Welp, I was going to be making her a devout Jewish infantrywoman in Israel prior to her Visitation, where Hodr is sort of representative of the entire crisis of faith. This makes it both a better and worse option, because I'm just now looking at who the Aesir sided with in WWII. It's a great perspective to write from, but at the same time, y'know, holocaust.

@Raijinslayer I appreciate the input, btw. I do think that the assorted Aesir already here and your fantastic bitch queen are going to make this a fun one.

Scion: A modern Odyssey

@Doktor Faust Well I really should have brought this up first thing, but I made assumptions that Norse myth had already happened. But Whitewolf's wiki says that Baldur is an option as a divine parent, which means that he isn't dead? I only ask because it REALLY matters if I'm making a daughter of Hodr.

So is the handsome god dead from accidental/on-purpose Loki induced fratricide, or no?

EDIT: I say this, but we also have a son of Loki, who was imprisoned in a cave with venom dripping in his eyes until Ragnarok after the same event. ...I'll roll with "Baldur died, but it's Scion" unless told otherwise.

Scion: A modern Odyssey

Yeahhhh that's a lot of Aesir. I may have to change from Hodr, unless we're fine with a bit of common ground. Hodr is generally looked down upon in myth, anyhow, so he's not stepping on many large gods' toes, at least.

Assuming all this is kosher, I should get my sheet up in the next 24 hours.

Scion: A modern Odyssey

@Doktor Faust
So with all of this, where and when are things taking place? Like... is there a particular time period we're working with on this? Are we starting in London, Hong Kong, Viking Era Scandinavia, the Caribbean?

Scion: A modern Odyssey

I too, am in the business of throwing hats in.

Probably with a scion of one of the lesser Norse gods, not like... a Loki or a Thor.

I'm thinking Hodr.

(...and possibly the dart that killed Baldr as his birthright.)

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Formerly Australian Football Field
Primary Objectives: Locate Charms, Save Face

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Blaine combed through the grass like a man possessed, eyes peeled for the slightest sign of the small, carved tokens that he had made days prior. It was unlike him to be so panicked, but to tell someone they had gifts on the way and then leave them standing there…unthinkable. And so he searched, sprawled on all fours, sweating profusely as his shredded clothes hung loosely off his massive form.

"Hey!", she shouted, the necklaces dangling from an outstretched hand as she advanced toward the figure on the field. "I think these are yours!"

@Kaithas

The enormous faunus’s head whipped around at the sound of the smaller student’s approach. He leapt to his feet and turned to face her in one smooth motion, striving to maintain the appearance of someone not dripping desperation as the red-feathered faunus came closer. Blaine’s mouth opened to address her, when he noticed what the woman had to offer.

His heart beat loudly in his chest, pupils dilated, lungs ceased movement.

She had the charms.

His mouth opened slightly, pointed fangs on display with the parting of his lips. Without his consent, Blaine heard his voice emerge from his throat as the world turned grey at the edges. Dimly, he was aware that he still wore no real pants. “Y-you… I… Charms yes mine.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Practice
Primary Objectives: Escape from Current Social Situation, Locate Charms
Secondary Objectives: Obstacle Course, Pants(?)

@Norschtalen@Driving Park@Nevix

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Blaine stood very, very still. Humans and faunus had both evolved as predator animals, which meant that they all had excellent eyes for movement. The well-timed arrival of the party’s tank meant that if he kept his steps ever so subtle, he could slink away if only there was a good distraction…

Think, curse your eyes! If you stay still, they most likely will not register your panic. Maybe they will forget the charms and move on, giving you the time you need to change the subject, or go back to gym...

A single vein pulsed in his unmoving forehead, the face below slowly growing red. The others are interacting, Orrin has arrived, so if I just sneak aw-I HAVEN'T INTRODUCED MYSELF TO ORRIN! NOT FORMALLY!!!

Meanwhile, unrelated to his own predicament, a gun was being held to a smiling young teacher’s assistant’s head. Blaine did not notice this.

...Gods above and below, this isn’t working. This will leave a horrible impression on Orrin, the others will think you a lackless cad who goes back on his word, you’ve no gifts to give... Alright, focus There has to be a solution to-

The gun went off. While Blaine had heard guns before when he was transported to Beacon, this was a gunshot going off in the face of a peaceful spring-time afternoon. It roared across the field, making most everyone jump and turn to face the source... Just what the faunus needed.

Blaine was off to the races.

Blaine sprinted with the speed of a man escaping his ex-wife turned tax collector, pupils dilated, breaths fast, and an expression of stark terror upon his face, eyes open approximately one sixteenth of an inch wider than typical with no other differences. He pumped his arms as he sped away, knees high, and onto the obstacle course. Running the course is the assignment, we had passed the sixty seconds, and the gun startled me… yes, THESE are acceptable excuses. Surely the others will pardon me, and THEN the fire from the gun will provide adequate entertainment to keep their minds off the charms. Then I'll just go find them, present them later, figure out how best to contact them(of course I don't want to bother them while busy), and everything will be fine, right? Right! Maybe the Priest of Swoly Arms found them when my pockets tore...

The faunus breathed an even staccato as he raced across the course at breakneck speed with a grace unfitting of his form. He missed simplicity. Life had been hard back home, but there was none of this... No. It was better than back home. Beacon, where he was safe to train in peace, safe from arbitrary attacks out of left field. After all, it wasn’t like another student here was going to assault him. That would be ridiculous.

Here at Beacon, life was simple. Here, all he had to worry about was making friends, test scores, homework assignments, class schedules, a lack of familiarity with technology, the constant pressure of being a student, cafeteria food, a lack of funds, all the concerns that come from meeting a new team...

I...I think I miss the Grimm.

AURORA: Superhuman / Travelling / Character-Based

Could be internet/computer problems