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kore_logs2013-09-24 05:55 pm
wolfofmidgard) wrote in kore_logs2013-09-24 05:55 pm
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'Ere the world ❆
Who: Meja & you (open)
When: Day 115
What: Magic, plants, attempts at being scholarly.
Where: The community garden, or thereabouts.
Initially, she ventures out to the garden at night — magic can occupy her time when everyone is asleep. Meja brings her notebook with her, along with a blanket to ensure it stays dry and a sack full of stones. She's been writing down everything she can remember from her teachings with Fenrir, even basic rules and exercises. Magic is fickle, her teacher had informed her, and you must not give it a chance to bite.
That had mattered more when she'd been mortal, but still. It was a good thing to keep in mind, especially in terms of damaging her surroundings on accident.
She can be found at the garden in early and late morning, with her hood over her head and a collection of flat stones at her feet, a throwing dagger in hand. The Asgardian steel won't bend, won't break, and so whittling a single rune into each stone isn't difficult. Just time-consuming. A handful of stones are finished, sitting next to her notebook, but she hasn't started her experiments yet. A few more stones first. There's a light mist in the air that only goes a few feet away from the garden itself, something to give the plants a boost at the time of day that they drink the most. And every so often, her gloves glint and glow, the physical sign of the conditions she's maintaining.
When: Day 115
What: Magic, plants, attempts at being scholarly.
Where: The community garden, or thereabouts.
Initially, she ventures out to the garden at night — magic can occupy her time when everyone is asleep. Meja brings her notebook with her, along with a blanket to ensure it stays dry and a sack full of stones. She's been writing down everything she can remember from her teachings with Fenrir, even basic rules and exercises. Magic is fickle, her teacher had informed her, and you must not give it a chance to bite.
That had mattered more when she'd been mortal, but still. It was a good thing to keep in mind, especially in terms of damaging her surroundings on accident.
She can be found at the garden in early and late morning, with her hood over her head and a collection of flat stones at her feet, a throwing dagger in hand. The Asgardian steel won't bend, won't break, and so whittling a single rune into each stone isn't difficult. Just time-consuming. A handful of stones are finished, sitting next to her notebook, but she hasn't started her experiments yet. A few more stones first. There's a light mist in the air that only goes a few feet away from the garden itself, something to give the plants a boost at the time of day that they drink the most. And every so often, her gloves glint and glow, the physical sign of the conditions she's maintaining.
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Admittedly he's a tad surprised - traditionally neither Light or Dark Elves had been particularly friendly, even when they weren't being outright hostile - but it's obvious that her world's very different to his, especially where things often termed 'mythology' are concerned. That seems to be something of a trend, really - he's certainly not going to forget the other Loki in a hurry.
"A friend of mine's been doing a lot of gardening here. A few others, too. You met up with them yet? Looks like you'd have a lot to contribute to the general effort."
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Meja's simply picky like that. She cocks her head at his question.
"A few of the gardeners have come to say hello so far. If I have success with my experiment, here, I'll offer the same magic to other gardens, if we have more than these few." She's not certain. "But they seem to be a very pleasant crowd."
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Sarcastic of course - when is he not - but then, he's aware most people stuck here do actually have lives to get back to. Cape Kore's numerous difficulties and dangers might be a bit annoying to him, but they're still better than the alternative; to the others, he'll admit, especially to the others who don't have his powers, the situation might seem a lot more dire.
"Pleasant? -- well, I suppose so." It's practically an insult, as far as he's concerned, but once he's got past that preconception, it's not really inaccurate. "Either way, they've gotten it into their heads that vegetables are important - I know, I know, but there's no accounting for taste - so I guess they'd welcome whatever help they can get. Might be worth something to you."
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Too deadpan to be the truth, but even if she had been inclined to believe it, he follows it up with a dry little smirk that makes the truth of the matter clear.
"Let's just say I'm not all that bothered about getting my five a day, huh? After all, I'm pretty sure eating fruit's done mankind more harm than good."
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He clucks his tongue, affecting school marm much better than any teacher ever managed... or so he hopes.
"Put it this way - not all apples are, historically, as beneficial as Iðunn's."
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After all, he may know that the Abrahamic faiths are more or less right (in his universe, at least), but that doesn't mean he has to like them. Despite being a key figure in multiple religions, doctrine of any kind is not something he's fond of, and as he sees it, the religious kind is one of the most prevalent and divisive kinds there is.
"There was one thing the Christians got right, though - fruit and veg is evil. For the sake of your immortal soul you're better off sticking to processed food."
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Or, you know, whenever she can find chocolate. She has a sweet tooth that only a few know about.
"What's the story behind fruits and vegetables being evil, anyway?"
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And, well, he really should be doing something to help with that. For the moment he's hesitant to - he doesn't want the entire community relying on him to feed the five thousand or whatever - but he tells himself he will if the food situation gets really dire.
"The story? Frankly I'm surprised you haven't at least heard of it, but if you're really serious... well - the way the Bible tells it, the world was once overrun by giant talking apples. Once God created Mankind, there wasn't enough space for two master species, so Satan recruited the apples - and a rather impressive warrior race of carrots - to help him oppress the humans. Long story short, there was mortal combat between man and fruit for ... oooh, millenia, I'd say. Nowadays humans show their dominance by eating the inanimate descendants of their former enemies, but personally I think they're getting complacent. Might not be long now before the grocery aisles rise up in defiance and the whole thing starts all over again."
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But hey, she can go along with a bit of silliness.
"It's a good thing we don't have a grocery store, then, I suppose. We'll all be much safer from killer apples and carrots," she remarks, and her tone is nonchalant even if her expression isn't.
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His expression stays firmly in the camp of 'butter wouldn't melt', but there's a touch of something else, too - conspiratorial, perhaps, or knowing. He appreciates her going along with the joke. People who do are always a lot more fun.
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"Don't worry. I'll try to keep the peace. By taking a bullet and eating the vegetables, if necessary," Meja chuckles.