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[asgardswisdom]

❝ Keep it short. ❞

[ feel free to use this for all your Allpapa needs! please pardon any lateness, and Odin may or may not feel inclined to respond depending on the importance/intelligence of the message, though I'll be sure to respond to all comments even if it's just a "quit wasting my time!" ]

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[asgardsfangs]

[After this piece of invaluable diplomacy, Jormungand is outside Odin's office.

He's not going to knock.

He's just going to stand there, waiting.]

[asgardswisdom]

[ And Odin's going to let him wait. No knock, no need. He'll give him a few minutes to either cool down or sit and stew. Maybe both.

Eventually, though, he'll summon a maid to come up and open the door, stopping just inside to bow as Jormungand's only invitation to come in.

Though with Odin still sitting at his desk, writing away, it's really not an invitation. Come take a seat, won't you? ]

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[unhappymeal]

Excuse me.

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[asgardswisdom]

Yes?

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[divinewisdom]

[ Hrm, ah-- she's a little nervous about contacting him directly. But he's the one that's housing her, right? And he was decent enough before... She composes herself before she sends the message. ]

I had a few questions, again, if you don't mind answering them.
I'm sorry I'm so curious. It's an At [ An Athena kids thing. Pause. Reword. ] --It runs in the family.

Also, and I'm not sure if you'll take it as a compliment or not, but if that fire was you, it's pretty impressive. I'm hazarding a guess. [ You know, because fire magic! It's an assumption. ]

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[asgardswisdom]

[ You.

We like you. ]

Ask.

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[trustexercises]

So you're the guy in charge, huh? What three things do you think should ask you, but they never do?

[There's a pause.]

And I'm Alvin.

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[asgardswisdom]

Permission to speak, forgiveness for shitting up my city, and why exactly Loki's district has all the best booze.

[ Straight-forward, blasé. He might be joking. Might not. ]

I know.

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[not_a_troll]

Dear Other All-Father,

First of all you lack a beard. It saddens me that I am not able to refer to your beard at times when frustration rears its ugly head.

I have eaten a couple of apples, one brought me rather alarming visions. Is this a future that is awaiting me, or is it a way to mess with my poor brain?

I do not wish to be cheeky but please no vague answers.

Sincerely yours,

(Other) Loki Laufeyson

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[asgardswisdom]

My condolences.

[ Not really. What even, Loki. ]

The straightest answer you'll get is that they're one or the other. Both, if you let them be.

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[servesthehuman]

May I have a word?

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[asgardswisdom]

You may.

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[intelligently]

What affects what we get from the apples?

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[asgardswisdom]

Not much. Something from home. Something important to you.

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[nukeoleptic]

is there some sort of special castle jail you can put me in??????
i think i am going crazy and night and killing people

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[asgardswisdom]

[ Not wasting time with actually speaking to you first because what


the fuck. ]

Come here.

[ Is all he will say, standing at the foot of her hiding spot and staring up with his very Not Fucking Amused face. ]

Text | Day 331

[morethanadream]

i killed a boy named harry just now

i think he was one of them

was he?

[Please say yes.]

a few hours later.

[asgardswisdom]

Yes.

Action - During the Festival (with permission for a handwave)

[samantha_grey]

When nobody else is around, Samantha comes to the All Father's table again, with a small selection of ribbons in her hands. She lays them out one by one. Skuld's, Thor's, Freyr's, Sigyn's, Baldr's, Mimir's, Fenrir's Jormungand's, Honir's, Ran's, Hel's, Heimdall's and Odin's own. There might have been one or two more, but she knew she didn't have enough to claim the 'biggest' prize. Freya's question hadn't been one she could answer correctly, even after she'd known what the answer was supposed to be.

Set out as they were, she nodded and offered them to him. "So, then, All Father," she said softly, trying to look formal. The term was a first for her with him. She was informal almost all the time. Pointedly so, but she'd been raised by someone who knew the old ways and she knew how to respect a god. She'd just ... gotten odd ideas talking with the twins, and had grown far too cynical in her own life to sit on the ceremonies she knew all too well. Unless she wanted something, and she wanted something today. The old name would do, even if she knew he would probably catch on that she was going through the motions on purpose.

"I have a question, if you're willing to hear it... But I would prefer to ask it without prying ears to interfere. She has too many spies lately." Nope, she doesn't want to ask you one of those 'Why did you do this?' questions. She's got that firm, steady, 'I think way too much about this shit' look in her eye again. Thankfully, it's usually Loki who puts up with those. The other Loki.

Re: Action - During the Festival (with permission for a handwave)

[asgardswisdom]

Odin sits patiently as she lays out each of her ribbons, leant back into his seat comfortably with a vague sense of disinterest. The promise of honesty is one he knew some of the Travellers would jump at the bit to have, if only because they so rarely believe the moments it has been given freely. He doesn't like it, but it can be useful in its own way, so he'll tolerate it.

For now. Vaguely.

But interest never sparks in his steely figure, even at Sam's use of his title. It's an obvious bid for his favour, and he knows as much, but he can appreciate the thought behind it. His son isn't the god of pride for nothing.

When her bid for privacy comes, he remains unmoved, his expression unchanging and his hands still folded in his lap. Nothing changes, until everything shifts - and stays exactly the same. The chessboard is still on the table before them, they are both still in their seats, and Odin still makes no gesture to acknowledge her beyond his eyes that have been trained on her since the moment they sat down.

His office is neat, clean, near clinical in its pristine state. The walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed to the brim with books of varying shapes and sizes, all pristine despite their easily presumed age. Their seats are off to one side, beside a fireplace that doesn't burn but still give off a radiant heat. His desk is parallel to the grand window that takes up the majority of the wall opposite the main entrance to the room; on it, there is nothing but a thin plate with a sheen of what might reflect like water. It isn't, and he isn't about to tell what it is.

That's not why she's here, anyway. Finally, he moves, just the slightest tilt of his head from one side to the other, perpetually unimpressed by everything. "Go on."

:D

[airborn]

[Allpapa, guess what.

You have some visitors.]

[Video]

[okamichild]

Hello, mister Odin. I have a question about our powers. [ Ame will keep it short as requested ] How do they grow and get to a higher level?

[Video]

[asgardswisdom]

Return enough colour to the city and you will be rewarded.

[Video] Day 361

[beforethewar]

[Hi. Grumpy former-Time Lord here, calling to talk to grumpy Allpapa. No pleasantries, all business.]

The mirrors. Have you found a way to break the connection to whatever is powering them?

[Because obviously anything that's doing what they're doing will have some sort of power behind them, even if it's "magic" that he still has trouble believing in.]

Unfortunately, we're not in my universe. If we were, I would land my TARDIS in the middle of Thiazi's castle and shut whatever she's doing down at the source.

[He waves a hand.]

Nevermind. It doesn't matter now. As I asked...do you have anything we can go on beyond what we already know? I know you lot like to keep your cards close to your chests, but that isn't practical right now.

[asgardswisdom]

No.

[ That's it, that's the tag. ]

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[firstbeliever]

[Look it's the boy from the fall festival that hugged the Allpapa.]

So I know that Asgard doesn't celebrate Christmas and maybe not even other travelers winter holidays which is why the Guardians and I were going to do something about it. But I had a couple of questions for you.

We want to give gifts to everyone but without Santa's workshop it'd be pretty hard so we were wondering if all of you could help us out. Also, if someone wants to give a gift to one of the gods or someone outside the city, how would we do that?

Thanks for your time.

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[asgardswisdom]

We have altars for a reason.

[ Also hello? ]

What exactly do you want from us?

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[itgirl]

I know you're busy, being Odin and protecting this city and all that the job includes but I have to ask you a question.

[ Hi Odin, this is sort of important ok. ]

I'm pretty sure there's no need for introduction since I keep being told I was in your house before

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[asgardswisdom]

I know who everyone in this city is, whether they're in my house or not.

[ You ain't hot shit, Lydia. ]

[shrine gift]

[firstbeliever]

[Other than the gifts he left for people who live outside of Asgard at Odin's shrine there will be two more. A small statue of Sleipnir for Odin and colorful origami flowers for Frigga.]

[Video, Day 385]

[genreswitch]

[Rossiu's only been here a couple days, but he's still reeling and bewildered after he had himself healed. He has questions, and now he's faced with gods who may be able to answer them. As he understands it, he's connected to this one's immortal soul, so he figures he should probably talk to him about this.

But! Despite no longer being religious, he was raised to be a religious leader, so he feels he must show proper respect. To do so, he politely asked some natives how they usually spoke to Odin and the proper way to address him.

Even armed with that information, he ends up mixing in his own traditions, since he feels uncomfortable not doing so. He kneels in front of Odin's shrine before turning the bracelet on, and even then, he bows his head so it almost touches the ground, not daring to look up without being invited to.]

All-Father, King of Asgard. May I have permission to speak to you?

[Video, Day 385]

[asgardswisdom]

[ Odin presents himself as he always does, dressed neatly in a sleek suit, expression largely emotionless despite his quiet pleasure at the proper address. Thank fuck, this kid is one of maybe three. Hope for the Travellers yet! ]

You may.

A Hand-written Note, Day 395

[samantha_grey]

[Shortly before the 'Swap,' a note is placed on Odin's altar while nobody else is present. Samantha's standing there, looking down at it a little expectantly and sighs. With today's little revelation nobody's going to be willing to talk much. She leaves it under a small rock to keep it from blowing away and gives a bow to the altar before leaving.]

All-Father,

I will be in Alfheim with the recovery team. That little side-project is complete. Nothing more needs to be said until you feel the need. If you need me, give me a message. I should still be in range for another hour or two. If anything is needed while I am gone, contact -M. Failing that, -E, and tell him to shut up if he gets mouthy.

-S

[There was no way she was telling him to contact Eridan. Merlin would be a better choice. She doesn't expect a heads up from him. It's just word that the project is ready to go, whenever they need it.

The objects in question, for reference, are guarded in three runically sealed chests in different parts of the city, entrusted to different conspirators at any time to ensure they can't all simply be taken and used.]

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[hyakugo]

[ maybe going to someone other than odin would've been a better idea, but sakura actually enjoyed their last conversation, so it's him she contacts when she has a question. ]

I know you're probably busy, but if you can spare a moment at some point, I've got a question about how Travellers are brought here.

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[asgardswisdom]

[ For being much less of a useless lump than most of the Travellers, Odin will respond, even though it's highly likely her question will be one he's already answered. This, at least, will account for the clipped tone; he really does hate repeating himself. ]

Make it quick.

Day 406||Video

[madcuriosity]

Hello Mr. Odin,

I was contacting you, well, first, actually because I had an idea. I know you aren't... terribly fond of the travellers but I think, things might be a bit easier and less of a headache for you and the other gods if we had a meeting of sort. Not you and I, though I might be there, but more... a council meeting. Everyone is welcome to come, and the gods too, that's the important part, in fact, the gods being there, that is. I'm not entirely sure what goes on there, but I was thinking, well it couldn't hurt to have one?

In any case, sir, I'm bringing this up with you since, well, you are the Allfather. So... yes... that's... well...

[She feels so incredibly awkward talking to Odin, but he is sort of the one who knows everything going on at all times.]

I just thought I should speak with you and the other gods on the matter, is all.

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[averagemedium]

...first off, I feel like I should apologize for our last conversation. I think the reasons for the attitude there were pretty obvious, but- well, bad for impressions all the same, yeah? So. Formal apology, sir, for having been kind of a dick about the saving-worlds thing.

This is kind of a related question, actually. Obviously I'm still tied to you, I've got the ice magic business and the bracelet's still good, but given what I saw happen at home, I'm concerned about what else I'm still tied to.

I mean. I've been told you don't have any control over bringing people in or losing your grips on them, I understand that, but if that happens to someone whose world is dead then-- I don't know if anyone would know at all, but I figured if anyone might it's you.

I was promised there'd be a place for me somewhere, when we win this, I'm just. Scared, I guess, that I'm going to end up being one of the ones you lose. Go back to nowhere. I don't know if there's even a chance I'd come back later.

fuck, this is kind of tl;dr, huh? I meant for it to be shorter. Sorry to bother you with all of that.

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[asgardswisdom]

[ The response comes quickly, but it takes him some time to think of what to say. Telling enough. ]

I don't have an answer for you. It's no secret I don't shy from hard truths, so if you were going to be sent back to nothing, I would tell you. But I genuinely don't know.

I'm not a fan of discussing hypotheticals before they can be tested because I don't believe in giving false hope, but given the circumstances, I could give you what little I have if you want it. It might not ease your fears any, though.

[voice - D504, evening]

[damselled]

Excuse me, milord. I have the results of the questioning, if you please.

[asgardswisdom]

[ Hot damn, someone actually did something of their own accord. Colour him impressed, even if he's doubtful of its fruition. ]

Go on.