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Who: Meja, & open
What: A Valkyrie wakes up in the Cape. A tiny storm brews and then, suddenly, vanishes.
Where: The woods, park, and town.
When: Day 103

All at once, the lack of a presence is both painfully overwhelming and difficult to comprehend. It's as though something more important than gravity, yet more difficult to see than the wind, is gone. The disconnect is sudden, and she can't seem to remember falling asleep. Yet here she is, in woods she doesn't recognize with something around her wrist that... is entirely unfamiliar. She doesn't own any electronics; they don't like traveling between Realms. What's more, this one talks. "We hope you enjoy your stay." Meja blinks, fighting for consciousness. She doesn't sleep, why is this difficult? And then, as she staggers to her feet, it comes to her.

She can't feel Yggdrasil anymore.

The source of her second lease on life is missing. How is that even possible? Meja turns to the tree she's leaning on and presses her ear against the trunk. Yes, she can feel this tree. It's healthy (though grumpy — something about a burning incident), but it's not connected to Yggdrasil. Somehow, even waking up in a strange forest, with a technological wristband, is less unnerving than suddenly being away from the entity that holds the Nine Realms together. Is this some sort of pocket realm? Perhaps it's a trick by the Dökkálfar, and she isn't in her right mind to sense Yggdrasil at all.

A rumble interrupts her thoughts, and suddenly she realizes that her confusion and tension have whipped up a tiny storm of sorts, darkening the sky around this part of the woods. Though the droplets on her face make her feel less alienated, she holds up her hand. Small glints of light, making soft noises like distant cries, shine from her gloved hand as she disperses the storm. It clears in a matter of minutes, restoring sunlight to the forest once more.

Muninn is missing as well, she notices. Surely her raven friend would be the most disgruntled at being separated from the World Tree. He would be unable to seek out his brother for their immature little bouts of insults, which she'd come to understand as their way of touching bases.

"Muninn?" she calls, loudly, but only silence greets her. She's still feeling rather groggy, unintentionally strengthening her Norwegian accent. "This isn't funny, dumming... And it's not my new home."

Still without an answer, Meja sighs. She has all of her belongings, at least. Sweeping the hood from her head, she keeps her white cloak unglamoured — for now — and proceeds through the woods. She keeps her weapons sheathed, but also keeps her senses on alert for anything else in the woods. At first, all it gets her is the scuffle of running hares. But as she walks, she slowly makes out a small number of buildings through a large expanse of what seems to be a park. A town?

She takes a deep breath, still comfortably inside of the woods, and runs a gloved hand through her short platinum-blond hair. Time to see where I am. She's more nervous about it than she'd like, but the buildings she can see are of a style that she... hasn't laid eyes on in a long, long time.

On the other hand, she'll learn nothing in the woods. So, slowly, she proceeds forward.

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Meja sighs quietly, almost too softly to hear. Valkyrie are called when there's a fight, or for recon, or guarding something. Sitting around and tinkering with things, that's going to take some getting used to. So is worrying about what's going on back home.

"Then I'll try to help as much as I can."

Though given the fact that she doesn't need to eat or sleep, she hopes tedium won't settle in.

"What happens when you try to... walk out? Do you know?"

Crossing his arms, Sam frowns the tiniest bit. His information has only been based on what others have tried, so even though he believes them it's hard to imagine what trying to leave is actually like.

"There's apparently some kind of barrier around this place. Just outside the woods, but I don't know specifics." He rubs the back of his neck as he answers. "Talked to a few people around here who I know from back home, and they aren't the kind who can usually be locked down like this. Their powers should be beyond whatever is keeping us here, but..."

And he gives a helpless little shrug. Angels caged in can never be a good thing, and is something that makes him slightly nervous about who is keeping them there. Powerful mojo at work.

"A barrier..."

Meja absorbs that for a moment, thinking of the runic circle that had kept Fenrir in his prison for so long. She has no idea how to gauge the powers of an angel, of course, not having seen any other than flight, but if they're anything like the gods... Well. That's one hell of a frightening barrier.

"That explains why I can't sense anything too far away," she murmurs, contemplative. Is it the barrier that's preventing her connection to Yggdrasil, then? "The people who are holding us here must be... quite capable."

"Yeah. Kind of scary, actually, how capable they are."

He's looking toward the woods, as if he can see the barrier that way. He knows he can't, but it doesn't stop Sam from trying it every now and then. Focusing back on Meja, he gives her a tired smile.

"It's not the best news. Cooling our heels until something happens is about all we can do. Apparently things do happen occasionally. We had an attack recently. Some kind of monster, out in the water. It wasn't pretty."

Not that he witnessed the event personally, but the aftermath was definitely a good indication of how things went.

"Mm," Meja says, nodding, "someone told me about the Kraken, yes. If it is a Kraken. Then again... a squid large to grab people, Kraken, what's the difference, really."

It's a joke, mostly, and she smiles. She's tangled with them twice before. Three times is three times too many, if she has any say in the matter.

Usually she doesn't.

It makes him wonder what kind of world she comes from, where a sea monster or Kraken doesn't seem to really phase her quite like it did him. Then again, he should be past the point of phasing - but he isn't. Sometimes, he's still surprised by the stuff they see.

"Sounds like you've got some experience there." He doesn't ask for details, though. If she feels like telling, then she will. Sam's sure she's got enough on her mind with arriving here. "That's something we can definitely use."

"My experience?" Quietly, she hopes that it won't come that much in handy. But she chuckles. "If it seems useful, I'll be happy to supply whatever information I can, of course. Kraken seem to attack mostly because of being territorial, but, well." She shrugs. "They also seem rather cranky, if I'm to be honest."

Octopus and squid were supposed to be very intelligent. It stood to reason that an ancient relative might be, too.

"It's been a... long while since I've seen one. I've been thankful of that fact."

"Hopefully we don't see our local one again. At least for a while."

It would have been a little cool to see it, but Sam's okay knowing it's out there. He won't be taking a swim out in that water, that's for damn sure.

"If we do, it's a good thing we've got you around. You could probably give us a few pointers." He might not know her history, but having more fighters among them gives them power in numbers. That's always a bonus.

"I'm sure you want to get moving, take a look around this place." At least, that's what he wanted to do when he showed up. It had been a little difficult at the time, but he still managed. With some help. "I'm always around if you've got a question. Might not be a veteran around here, but I've got a good grasp on the workings of this place."

Meja offers her hand again as she stands up, nodding. She should find her way toward the house that she's supposed to be living in. Even if she decides not to make too much use of it, she should still make a note of where it is.

"Thank you, Sam. That's very kind. Likewise, if you ever need help, or healing."

He also stands, reaching out to clasp her hand and shake it.

"I'll remember that, Meja. Sorry you've been dragged into our little cage here." If he had his way, nobody else would be taken from their home and brought here. There isn't much he can do about that, obviously. "It's a small town, we'll probably run into each other a lot around here. Take care."

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