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[banished_to]

Hel.

(Insert vaguely edda-like poetry here).

7'+ a bunch.

Hidden left side.

Passersby may note a resemblance to Svava.

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[halls_of_mandos]

Námo is sprawled across a sofa.

He likes sprawling.

His blue eyes latch onto something new. Something unusual. Something ... not quite alive, not quite dead.

Interesting.

[banished_to]

She looks up and turns her head. Seeking the other thing that resonates to the bit of her that is a god.

Her left side is kept to the wall, but eventually she notices the cat and looks back at it evenly through her only good eye.

[halls_of_mandos]

The tiger tabby stretches once.

Greetings, he sends to her, his voice soft, lyrical. Are you new to this place?

[banished_to]

"Greetings."

Her voice is softly slurred, pulled by the mummified left half,

"Not new, but I have not been here in a long time. I can't always find the door."

[originalmarvel]

A thirteen yar old Billy wanders by, stops and comes back.

He smiles and waves. He has been trying to make more friends here lately.

"Hello."

[banished_to]

"Hello."

She murmurs, face still half turned away.

[originalmarvel]

He smiles at her. he has seen things which might even make her blanch in his time, not that he would tell about it., That's part of his other life, as Captain Marvel. But he's a thirteen year old who lives in a world of angels, demons, aliens, gods, and even undead.

"Pardon me for asking, Ma'am, but are you okay? You're looking and sounding kinda quiet."

Billy's voice is quiet. He isnt sure why, except she feels quiet-ish.

[banished_to]

"I'm fine. I don't talk much."

She's the goddess of the unworthy dead. She is a thing to make other gods blanch.

[loyaltyinmotion]

An unimpressed wait-rat approaches. He nods and hands her a red rose and a note. It reads,

A little colour for you while you're here. Sorry about the other night. ~Jason.

[banished_to]

"Thank you."

She tells Ivan, reaching down to hand him a small silver coin.

What? You don't tip your waiters?

[loyaltyinmotion]

The rat seems to smile, something that looks oddly foreign on his face. Or rather, it would to Jason. Jason gets scowls. But Jason doesn't tip.

Ivanhoe bows and heads back to the kitchens, happily playing with his silver coin.

[banished_to]

"They blame me for Ragnarok, even though I won't start it. The end of the world, caused by the giants who are my mother's people storming the gods because the gods are terrible to them. But the Men, and Elves, and Dwarves blame me, because I will lead the unworthy dead to the battle; guiding them in attempt to keep my family alive. It won't work, but I have to try."

And then she runs her hand over her face,

"So they hate me until they stop knowing what they used to know. And they fear my face. Even when they have become dull and lost all of their minds, they fear my face. It isn't my fault."

The words spill out of her, leaving her looking lost and a bit sad.

"Probably not. I hope that he grants you what you want."