Friday, June 7, 2013

Ask Sleipnir

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

akihiro-daken:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

 

Sleipnir wanted to say that James did not know him, so how could he consider Sleipnir a friend. But, he remembered his manners and he knew Sigyn would have been very displeased if Sleipnir had vocalized his thoughts. "You have something roasting…but you're not actually attending to the chicken? Won't your place burn down or something?"

"It's an invention called a slow cooker. When functioning properly, they both cook your food and completely fail to burn down the house. I could show you how it works. Or well, how to use it. I don't myself understand how it works, just that it does."

Daken stood still, and considered the statue before him. He'd never understand the reasoning behind bothering to sculpt something that no one could sure what it is.

“Hmm,” Sleipnir narrowed his eyes a little, trying to wrap his brain around the slow cooker. Many of the things on Midgard sounded like magic to him. And this contraption was no different. “I want to see this slow cooker.”

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

akihiro-daken:

"I actually had a Mediterranean-style chicken roasting right now. It would have been a lonely feast by myself, so having friends to share it with would simply be the icing on the cake." He was sincere, and friendly, and his lying was of such a fine degree that perhaps Loki himself would have had difficulty telling fact from fiction.

"I think a carrot cake could be arranged."

Sleipnir wanted to say that James did not know him, so how could he consider Sleipnir a friend. But, he remembered his manners and he knew Sigyn would have been very displeased if Sleipnir had vocalized his thoughts. “You have something roasting…but you’re not actually attending to the chicken? Won’t your place burn down or something?”

the-vashta-nerada: raggedy man, goodbye.

the-vashta-nerada:

raggedy man,

goodbye.

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

akihiro-daken:

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

"Greater experience? Us?" Sleipnir snorted. "When it comes to anything in this Realm, I am sure you know far more than we do." He was trying to make a joke, but Sleipnir was not sure how well he had delivered it. He was still trying to figure out James, wondering how he felt about him. Might as well try and make a joke.

Sigyn knew Sleipnir well enough to see that he was attempting to be funny, that he was trying to be friendly. She smiled a little, eyes fixed on an abstract sculpture a few yards ahead. She was completely under James' control now. "What do you generally enjoy cooking most?"

"You wouldn't think it to look at me, but I enjoy the challenge of Italian and Mediterranean fares." That was true enough. He rarely prepared Japanese food as it stirred up painful memories. Literally painful, there was something seriously wrong with his memories, and it hurt to think about certain things… like the pleasant moments of sticky rice and tea ceremonies. It worried him slightly…

Daken smiled at Sleipnir to let the boy know his attempt at humor was accepted as such. It was odd how he thought of Sleipnir as a boy still, considering the Jotunr was a few thousand years older than Daken himself…

Sleipnir had no idea why James’ looks would make it odd that he enjoyed making Italian or Mediterranean food. He sure didn’t look like he was from that part of the world, but the food there seemed relatively popular from what Sleipnir had seen on Midgard so far.

There was something else though…Maybe it was Sleipnir’s animal instincts in, or maybe he was imagining it, but James seemed…uncomfortable for a moment. He wondered why, as they were only talking about food. Sleipnir returned the smile and shrugged before turning his gaze on the sculpture Sigyn was so transfixed with.

thefrenchmessengers: shieldhumanresourcesdept: sigyn-goddess-of...



thefrenchmessengers:

shieldhumanresourcesdept:

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

I would like to talk about agentbrompton. The idea behind this OC is really clever: who does the food for all those SHIELD agents and super heroes inside the Helicarrier? Of course it had to be the most gentle, patient and competent Chef in the world. The mun is also a real sweetheart, immediately friendly, always patient and ready to plot even the silliest ideas.

THIS! ALL THE THIS!

//signal boost. also wasn't me, but you should all follow her//

This makes me incredibly happy!

((Truer words have never been spoken. Ever.))

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

akihiro-daken:

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

Sleipnir had no idea why he would be cause for home-cooking. Flattery directed at him always made him uncomfortable. But he was relaxing under Sigyn's arm. If she was on friendly terms with this James character, he must have been alright. He looked to her for a response.

Sigyn smiled and nodded. "That sounds absolutely lovely, James." She started walking, Sleipnir under one arm and James on the other. "This museum is so large. Is there anything in particular you would like to see?"

"I had only just arrived when I ran into you, so I'll bow to your greater experience and let you lead, Sigyn." Daken smiled at Sleipnir, the goal was to put the boy at ease. "I was looking for an excuse to cook anyway. I don’t get to do so nearly often enough." He moved with them to the next display.

“Greater experience? Us?” Sleipnir snorted. “When it comes to anything in this Realm, I am sure you know far more than we do.” He was trying to make a joke, but Sleipnir was not sure how well he had delivered it. He was still trying to figure out James, wondering how he felt about him. Might as well try and make a joke.

ibelievethesecondpart: Jesus christ people tag your porn Holy...



ibelievethesecondpart:

Jesus christ people tag your porn

Holy gods. What is that?

sleipnir by *akreon I look a bit angry in this. But this is...



sleipnir by *akreon

I look a bit angry in this. But this is cool.

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

akihiro-daken:

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

"Yeah," Sleipnir's eyes flickered towards Sigyn again. He found it a little odd, how she seemed to be leaning on this James character. She never trusted easily, yet here she was trusting him. "We don't make a lot of fuss when we travel." Sleipnir turned his focus back to the sculpture, unsure of what to say.

There was a small part inside Sigyn that was trying desperately to fight off the pheromones, but the drugs were too strong. Sigyn's mind and body was not her own. She reached out and wrapped her free arm around Sleipnir's shoulders. "So, James, what brings you to New York, anyway?"

"Business, actually. I had some errands to run here, a few things to pick up and take care of." Absolute honesty, that. "How about we walk through the museum together, and then I can take you both to my temporary residence? I'll cook dinner. I have seen you in such a while, Sigyn, and finally getting to meet Sleipnir is a cause worthy of some actual home-cooking."

The guest rooms were already made up, everything was ready. Things were planned and contingencies accounted for. This would work.

Sleipnir had no idea why he would be cause for home-cooking. Flattery directed at him always made him uncomfortable. But he was relaxing under Sigyn’s arm. If she was on friendly terms with this James character, he must have been alright. He looked to her for a response.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"

Why do people say that? I mean, why would anyone want to eat a horse?

Ew.

Midgardians are weirdos.

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

akihiro-daken:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

All at once, the fear she had felt just moments ago vanished. Sigyn knew that voice. Slowly, her vision cleared and Sigyn's eyes found the face of the voice. She knew that face…now, if she could remember his name…

James. His name was James. And they had had a conversation and a drink together. A friendly smile spread across her face and Sigyn looped her arm through his. "I had forgotten you had not yet met Sleipnir," she said brightly. "He is this way."

Sigyn weaved through the people, her eyes searching for Sleipnir. At last, she found him, right where she had left him. He was still staring at the incredibly weird sculpture. "Sleipnir," she said brightly. "This is my friend, James. James, this is my stepson, Sleipnir." 

Sleipnir was beginning to wonder what was taking Sigyn so long. He wanted her help in figuring out what the sculpture represented. But just when he was starting to worry, she appeared.

With some random guy on her arm. A good looking guy. 

Sleipnir had no idea how Sigyn knew him, but she had been to Midgard plenty of times with out him. And Sleipnir trusted her. So, Sleipnir stuck out his hand and offered a smile. Sigyn had taught him manners after all. "Nice to meet you."

Daken took the boy's hand, eyes lighting up in as close to genuine pleasure as made no nevermind.  "And you as well, Sleipnir. My name is James. Sigyn and I have met before, during one of her trips."

The boy would be immune to the pheromones, and unable to smell them or detect them. But with Sigyn trusting him… Daken could work with this. Build trust, then execute the rest of the plan. "It is nice to finally meet you; I had no idea either of you would be here."

“Yeah,” Sleipnir’s eyes flickered towards Sigyn again. He found it a little odd, how she seemed to be leaning on this James character. She never trusted easily, yet here she was trusting him. “We don’t make a lot of fuss when we travel.” Sleipnir turned his focus back to the sculpture, unsure of what to say.

The Imitation of Life (Closed RP. Sigyn, Daken, Sleipnir and Maria.)

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

akihiro-daken:

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

The Museum of Modern Art had been a subject of intrest to both Sigyn and Sleipnir for some time. Finally, after some planning, Sigyn was able to take some time off from her work in the village to take Sleipnir to New York for a couple of days. And so far, the museum had not been a let down. 

They had gone through the rain room, which had been remarkable and then the two of them had stared at Starry Night for over an hour. After that, they had wandered, looking at anything and everything the museum had to offer. It was shaping up to be a perfect day. 

Sigyn had left Sleipnir by the Soundsuit and had gone up to Cafe 2 for some chai tea. He had not wanted any, preferring instead to try and figure out what the sculpture meant. After waiting several minutes, Sigyn finally had her tea. She paid the cashier  thanked him with a smile and left, taking a sip. It was delicious. It happened several sips in: Her vision began to blur. Sigyn blinked a few times and shook her head, trying to clear her vision. She was scared, her mind felt heavy. Sigyn leaned against the wall for support.

Daken stood from his table, folding the newspaper neatly and precisely before setting it aside and moving towards his quarry. The drug had been simple enough to administer; it was in everyone's drinks, courtesy of the building's water supply. It would only effect Sigyn and Sleipnir, however. 

He had promised a pretty penny for the formula, and killed the biochemist who had provided it. But, he had the formula, and could arrange for more to be made… if it worked. It appeared to be doing a good job so far.

"My Lady," he set a hand to her elbow, respectfully and yet firmly. His pheromones were cranked up to 11, designed to inspire trust, compliance, happiness. "Shall we go find your stepson? I would very much like to meet him."

All at once, the fear she had felt just moments ago vanished. Sigyn knew that voice. Slowly, her vision cleared and Sigyn's eyes found the face of the voice. She knew that face…now, if she could remember his name…

James. His name was James. And they had had a conversation and a drink together. A friendly smile spread across her face and Sigyn looped her arm through his. "I had forgotten you had not yet met Sleipnir," she said brightly. "He is this way."

Sigyn weaved through the people, her eyes searching for Sleipnir. At last, she found him, right where she had left him. He was still staring at the incredibly weird sculpture. "Sleipnir," she said brightly. "This is my friend, James. James, this is my stepson, Sleipnir." 

Sleipnir was beginning to wonder what was taking Sigyn so long. He wanted her help in figuring out what the sculpture represented. But just when he was starting to worry, she appeared.

With some random guy on her arm. A good looking guy. 

Sleipnir had no idea how Sigyn knew him, but she had been to Midgard plenty of times with out him. And Sleipnir trusted her. So, Sleipnir stuck out his hand and offered a smile. Sigyn had taught him manners after all. “Nice to meet you.”

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23: Liz…Liz…water you doin'? I regret...



sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

Liz…Liz…water you doin'?

I regret nothing.

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23: I had blood drawn yesterday. Still feel off from it.  I think I will...

sigyn-goddess-of-fidelity23:

I had blood drawn yesterday. Still feel off from it. 

I think I will just eat a pomegranate. 

Every time I see you, you have about fifty pomegranates at hand. You’re a weird one. 

(⌐■_■) ((You're under arrest for being so nice and cute. You have the right to remain silent. Any denial you have can and will be used against you in the court of uguuu~. You have the right to be moe. If you cannot accept your moeness, the title of cute tsundere will still be provided to you. Copy this message to 10 other beautiful blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful ❤))

(⌐■_■) ((You're under arrest for being so nice and cute. You have the right to remain silent. Any denial you have can and will be used against you in the court of uguuu~. You have the right to be moe. If you cannot accept your moeness, the title of cute tsundere will still be provided to you. Copy this message to 10 other beautiful blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful ❤))

SHIELD Human Resources Department: FELLOW AGENTS - [reblog and add yourself]

SHIELD Human Resources Department: FELLOW AGENTS - [reblog and add yourself]:

agentsterling:

[Multiples of the same character are allowed! Also, you are allowed to be head of a department if there is already one listed. This list is not for one specific group of rpers. It's so that people can say "Oh hey, we need a Linguistics person for this plot. Look, Agent Morris. We can ask her to help." It's just so people can see who works where and get the help they need. It's come especially in handy for medical staff. Haha! No sweat. Just add yourself to the list. :3]

Accounting:

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Artificial Intelligence:

Black Ops:

Command:

Communications: 

Consulting:

Counter Terrorism:

  • Ellis MacMurray | Level 7
  • Scott Candinsky | Level 7
  • Melinda Watts | Level 6

Data Entry:

ESP Squad:

Field Ops:

Food Services: 

Foreign Affairs:

Human Resource:

Infiltration Squad Testing:

Intelligence:

Intelligence Analysis:

Internal Affairs:

Interrogation:

Library and Research Services

Linguistics:

Magic-op:

Medical:

Psychology:

Psi:

Public Relations:

Research and Development:

Security: 

Superhuman Cleanup Department of Sanitation (SCUDS):

Secretarial:

Training:

Undercover: 

Unnaturals:

Vault:

Weapons:

Senior Cotillion

Whelp. I have to go and set up for the Senior dance. But I’m all ready and pretty because mom wanted pictures. Picture under cut.

I feel like Summer.

Someone asked for a selfie. I understand that is supposed to be...



Someone asked for a selfie. I understand that is supposed to be a picture of just me, but I do what I want. Here is me and my mum.

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arthurthebadger:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

arthurthebadger:

ask-sleipnir-lokason:

A wedding? I think weddings are a bother, and pointless. I hope Hazel is not bored out of her mind. What about you, Art? You're not bored, are you?

Bored?  Naw, thankee.  I can always sleep.  But why would mum go somewhere to be bored?  What's a wed-ding?

She probably went to the wedding because a friend was getting married? A wedding is when two people are, supposedly, in love and they exchange vows and promise to love and be faithful to each other forever. And then everyone parties in celebration of love.

Arthur sat and thought about that for a bit.  In love…and…they have to promise to stay in love.  Odd…but nice all the same.  Sounds serious.  Hurm.  Party sounds fun though.  

It is serious. And a lot of marriages don’t even work. People break their promises. Parties can sometimes be fun. Depends on who is throwing it.

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