I dunno, I didn't exactly ask for his name and number while he was threatening to commit a felony. [But she takes note of the name, for future reference.] Sigyn and Freyr, huh? [Her pronunciation is horribly off.] You meet 'em in person, or do they mostly stick to the network?
From what I've been told, it's been a lot more frequent lately.
[He pauses and furrows his brows, working his memory past the alcohol.]
There was a battle two weeks ago, and then one about a month or so before that. Not every day, thank goodness. Just enough to not let us get too comfortable.
[Finally, he gives her a once-over and frowns in concern.]
You don't know much about fighting battles, do you?
I'm not gonna be stupid. [Too much is riding on her life for her to let herself die.] Healing sounds nice, though. [She thinks she could deal with having that.]
It will take a lot of work for you to be able to heal anything. And even then, healing yourself doesn't really work very well.
I suppose if you wanted to, you could attend one of the fighting classes, if only to learn how to defend yourself when the giants come again to attack the city.
[Fiona shrugs. She knows she's a hard worker, but she's not about to brag about it.] I dunno what kind of kung fu I could learn that'd be useful against giants.
Oh, so I should take self-defense classes against supermarket mascots, but not you? [But she's smiling, fiddling with her cigarette. This guy's actually pretty decent; she kinda feels bad for leaving him that note. Or, well. Not for leaving it, but she could've been nicer about it. What is it about winding up in an alternate dimension that makes you assume the worst of the guy next door?]
[Right now, he's really, really glad he went into the bathroom and found the note before going to bed tonight. After the horrible brooding, a bit of a cry on the TARDIS' shoulder and a bit of a drink...or two...with River to drown his sorrows, a good laugh before bed is certain what is needed.]
Unfortunately, yes, there are a few. Why the gods chose to bring children into a war is beyond me, but there you have it. No babies, thank goodness. I think Alice is the youngest at seven years old. Then there's Hugo and Rue who are twelve and thirteen respectfully. Ellie is fourteen, and Mordred is...eleven. I think.
Those are the only children I can think of. I try to keep an eye on them in the network, but I'm usually too busy in the battles to keep track of all of them.
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I have a feeling that was Fenris. He seems to have a fetish for eating people. I don't think Odin would let him eat any of the Travelers, though.
There are some that are quite kind. Our own patron, Sigyn, is pretty kind. Freyr is a good lad.
[Finally, he starts munching on one of the crackers. When he starts calling one of the gods "lad", it's time to sober up.]
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[He smirks and takes another bite of cracker.]
They normally are only on the network, though you'll see them around when there's a battle.
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[He pauses and furrows his brows, working his memory past the alcohol.]
There was a battle two weeks ago, and then one about a month or so before that. Not every day, thank goodness. Just enough to not let us get too comfortable.
[Finally, he gives her a once-over and frowns in concern.]
You don't know much about fighting battles, do you?
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omg that face!
Oh dear.
And what ability did they give you?
heeeee <3
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[He gives her a slightly more intense look than he would if he were fully sober and if his emotions weren't all over the place even before he drank.]
You need to be careful, alright? Take one of the fighting classes, or find a way to help away from the main fighting. Something.
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[He's still angry with himself about that. Especially since it cost him days he could have been with Charley before she disappeared.]
It is nice, but at first it cannot heal mortal wounds. I know. I tried.
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I suppose if you wanted to, you could attend one of the fighting classes, if only to learn how to defend yourself when the giants come again to attack the city.
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[He pauses for a moment to appreciate such a horrible turn of phase. Short. Ha. Because giants are so much taller and...anyway...]
Giants also tend to be slow, but I'm sure whatever classes they have here are tailored around what we have to deal with in Asgard.
I can't say for certain. I'm no fighter, so I haven't bothered to look in on the classes. Maybe ask Arthur.
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[...Being from the East Side, mostly.]
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I already know how to fight.
[Then he drops the smug expression and shrugs.]
It's just not who I am. I'm about saving lives. I don't like to fight.
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Everyone has something they can do. If anything, maybe you can go around and make sure the children are out of harm's way.
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[Right now, he's really, really glad he went into the bathroom and found the note before going to bed tonight. After the horrible brooding, a bit of a cry on the TARDIS' shoulder and a bit of a drink...or two...with River to drown his sorrows, a good laugh before bed is certain what is needed.]
Unfortunately, yes, there are a few. Why the gods chose to bring children into a war is beyond me, but there you have it. No babies, thank goodness. I think Alice is the youngest at seven years old. Then there's Hugo and Rue who are twelve and thirteen respectfully. Ellie is fourteen, and Mordred is...eleven. I think.
Those are the only children I can think of. I try to keep an eye on them in the network, but I'm usually too busy in the battles to keep track of all of them.
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Yeah, I met Ellie, she's a good kid. Wait, wait, hey, I thought you said you weren't a fighter. [She waves her finger in front of her.]
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I'm a healer. I'm usually in the middle of the battle trying to patch people up.
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Are you sure you're careful? Maybe you should take some fighting classes.
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I know how to fight, Fiona. You should see me with a sword. I'm pretty good, I'd say.
And I'm always careful. Well, almost always.
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