turnanythingon: (You wanna prove you're the better man)
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[ Lucifer is back, and for some reason lacking a shirt. But he's not going to discuss that. Or re-introduce himself. He's just gonna launch into a thing. All smiles and charm as if he isn't seething in rage at Skadi for recent events. ]

I am proud to present to you, the first in all of this Asgard, the one and only, Devil's Own Vodka.

[ Looking rather proud of himself, he presents a bottle with a hand drawn label of a devil emoji surrounded by fire. Calling it crude would be generous. ]

As you can see, my logo there. Since emojis have not yet been invented, this one is mine. I now own the copyright. If someone takes it upon themselves to make them happen, you owe me one miniscule favor each an every time you use it. And those do add up.

But I'm not here to discuss modern hieroglyphics. This is about the nectar of the devil. I'm sure you want to get your hands on it, but the first batch is in high demand so I'm auctioning off single bottles to whoever can make me the best offer.

AFTER I explore the wonders of memory loss and alcohol poisoning. Cheers.

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Aug. 21st, 2019 07:28 pm
machinamentum: (( ☠ ) » one maniac at a time)
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[ Tap. Tap, tap. There's her face, squinting into the screen as she gets the thing working. Then pulls back a little bit further to get comfortable. Eyes green and bright, smile that bright side of manic. Beaming excitedly, though.

She's determined to carry on, in that way particularly determined 20 year olds who haven't worked out they're mortal always are.
] Is this thing working? Eesh, this is slower than my mom's old cleaning droid. Hellllllllo.

Well, whatever. Look - here's the thing. This place sucks, it's got no tech, no robots, no guns. Next you'll be telling me people don't know what cars are. Guess that means no Vault Hunters either. So here's the deal:

You hire me. I kill stuff for you. I don't charge extra for severed limb collection or trophy collection either. If you need a group of bandits or something, slaughtered, I even do group discounts. Easy, right?

I accept payments in: [ She counts them off on her fingers. Which she has to double up because her robotic arm only has three fingers and a thumb on that hand. ] Money, duh. Weapons. The promise that the person will die in a really cool way if I explode their head. Severed limbs. Dangerous and unknown elements or ores. Ammunition. Unused organs if you're really stuck. Doctors always want those. Robotic parts. Especially the robotic parts.

My reference is that guy Rhys. Tall dude. Nerdy. Weird tie. He comes from our planet, Pandora. He's seen my wanted posters, knows all the stories, he can vouch for my reputation. I get the job done, full satisfaction guarantee, if it breathes, I can kill it, maim it, or steal from it.

You betray me to a shitty job though, that's a free for all. I'll take the money out of your corpse. Cool? Cool.

Oh, and I'm Gaige. Sup! [ She finger guns the screen, and kills the feed. ]
asgardsflight: (i'm careful can't you see)
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[ When the video feed turns on, it's a wide shot of Honir standing there wearing this with his arms outstretched. He turns in a little circle before facing the camera again, and the whole time, there's this gleeful grin on his face like he's having the time of his life. ]

Look at this! Isn't it fun?

[ He finally clamors closer to the camera, sitting in frame to beam his enthusiasm directly to your screen. ]

You mortals have so many different ways of covering your bodies. I don't really get it, but it's still exciting. This one feels nice! It's called a hanfu, they said.

[ He lifts his arms again and flaps them just a little, looking from side to side with joyful amusement at the prospect of… sleeves? Apparently? ]

What other clothes do you have? Can I try them?

[ A… totally normal question from a totally normal… god?? ]

[ OOC: responses will likely be slow as is my norm, sorry ;; but this is a silly small thing I wanted to toss up real quick! Ye Zun taught the natives how to make this traditional Chinese garb, and other characters are welcome to introduce elements of their own fashion to the city as well! let us know if you have any questions about this on the player plot page! ]

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Aug. 12th, 2019 09:20 pm
ikols: gonna make him cream (he's my number one daddy)
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Evening all! I am Loki, God of Mischief and prince of Asgard! Another Asgard, alternate dimension. Long story.

[ Clearing his throat, two green eyes lean away from the viewer to reveal Loki in a green hoodie in the middle of his studio apartment, a bowl of punch and cooked dishes on the lounge table. Mayonnaise mashed potatoes, cheese-drenched meatbites, hotroot salad, veggie casserole, stuffed mushrooms, apple-baked salmon and strawberry-cream trifle ... it all looks delicious, doesn't it? It should, it's for you. How tempting, no? ]

You're invited to my old school Asgardian dinner. These are an approximation of traditional Asgardian dishes that I grew up with, some vegetarian-ised for the herbivores out there, [ because he's thoughtful like that, ] with a special haunch of slow-cooked dragon-meat glazed in honey and applesauce, then lightly roasted in breadcrumbs, for a true godly experience.

[ There it is, the centrepiece: mouthwatering. Loki looks rather pleased with himself as he turns his wrist-camera away, panning around his studio apartment that looks like it could fit a couple dozen people inside. ]

The parties our hosts have thrown are all well and good, but I'm offering a chance to chill while you pick my brain, as a resident of this realm a few lifetimes and universes over. What I know of my Asgard may not be applicable to this one although you're welcome to grill me at your leisure over the fruit punch. Non-alcoholic, apologies. Alternatively, come for the free food and make some likewise greedy friends! No shame in that! Second floor of Skadihaus is where you'll find the party, my apartment is the only one occupied, and as per the rules you'll be getting kicked out at ten.

Please leave snacks at the entrance of the apartment complex for the spider-horse napping there. Thank you!

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Aug. 9th, 2019 09:41 pm
turnanythingon: (These streets are nothing)
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[ Before you is a somewhat unkempt fellow in a dark suit. And he looks incredibly annoyed. At what? Basically everything. Because he does not appreciate being plucked from his home without the proper time to pack the essentials. As is evident by the lock of hair falling over his forehead. When he speaks, it's with a British accent that's one part aristocrat and 2 parts rockstar.

And he's very, very annoyed. ]


First off, since it seems I am quite literally starting at square one since being dragged into this Dad forsaken place, let's get introductions out of the way. I am Lucifer Morningstar. Yes, the Lucifer. The devil, the dragon, Satan, Old Scratch, Beelzebub. All of the above. I am certain we can skip the whole "no you're not" part, seeing as you lot just had a party with Odin himself.

Now. It has come to my attention that somewhere along the way, someone forgot to create alcohol. Wine, whiskey, scotch, vodka, bath tub gin. It doesn't matter, I have yet to find a drop. So it seems I must take matters into my own hands. I have the know-how but what I lack is supplies and man power.

Seeing as this-- [ he holds up a very thick billfold, with a hundred dollar bill on the outside ] --is now completely useless, I must find other means of acquiring what I need. Thankfully, no matter where humans congregate, favors will always be a valid currency.

If I am to be shackled in this...place-- [ He holds up his free hand, indicating the bracelet ], I may as well make myself comfortable. So if you happen to have what I need, I will owe you a favor. Meanwhile, I will be rounding up as many locals as I can.
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