188. Captivity Meme!

[this_time_i_win]

THE CAPTIVITY MEMEYou've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you

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4 || Leon Vang || OC || Norwegian forest spirit, 1800s

[vettetroll]

[He wouldn't normally do this, but desperate times calls for desperate measures, and there she was, so he had to grab the opportunity. He's got her tied up, but has no intention of hurting her.]

I'm sorry I have to do this...

OOC: He's knows who she is, being sort of part of Norse mythology himself, but he's an inhabitant of Midgard and has lived among humans for hundreds of years.

Re: 4 || Leon Vang || OC || Norwegian forest spirit, 1800s

[victory_woman]

[Even so, he'll excuse her if she's less than happy about the situation, lashing out whenever he gets within reach.]

Then let me go!

ooc: That's fine. :)

[vettetroll]

[He'll just stay safely without reach then.]

I need a favour from the Gods. Do you think you could help me out?

[victory_woman]

[Rolls her eyes, mutters something rather rudely in whatever dialect the Vanir speak amongst themselves and then looks back at him.]

I'm listening.

[vettetroll]

[He might not be able to properly understand that, but he easily took the meaning.]

A jǫtunn passed into this world, and tricked my friend out of her sanity. I'd like it back for her.

[victory_woman]

A jǫtunn. Why am I not surprised?

[vettetroll]

[He smiles a bit.] Because they're a foul race, and it's exactly the sort of thing they'd do? Will you help?

[victory_woman]

[She nods.] I will do what I can.

[vettetroll]

The jǫtunn's name was Fúlormr. I don't care how you get back what was taken, as long as I get it back. And I'm sure you'll understand that I'll have to take something from you, until you come back.

[victory_woman]

If you must.

[vettetroll]

Do you have anything you're willing to give up until you return? [He's trying to be as kind as possible here.]

[victory_woman]

[After some consideration she unclasps her necklace. It's little more than a leather thong with a brass ring strung through it. Reluctantly she offers it to him.]

It was given to me by my son. Take care of it. Please.

[vettetroll]

[He takes it and pockets it carefully.]

You'll have it back once my friend has her wits restored. You have my word. [And he releases her now.]

[victory_woman]

You had better.

Now, tell me about this jǫtunn.