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Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by Gunilla Thorsdottir, Aug 15, 2019.

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  1. Gunilla Thorsdottir

    Gunilla Thorsdottir Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    @Brunnhilde
    AUG 26 Y108​
    Gunilla didn't easily take to this life in the Vales. She'd spent five-hundred-years in a hotel meant to wait for the end of the world. Days were filled with brutal and deadly games to prepare. It wasn't unusual for someone to get speared during a friendly board game and be up and walking right before dinner. It was just the way things were and had always been in Valhalla, though being a Valkyrie she had many more priveleges and duties. She didn't spend her time often in the battle grounds, but out looking for the next einherjar or in meetings with the thanes. There was always something more to do so, so it'd probably been decades since she'd properly seen her own floor mates.

    Now, here in the Vales, she had an intangible amount of time to do... Whatever people did when brought to Valhalla. She'd seen people play hero on big screens, probably for money. There was some war going on elsewhere that no one on the planet seemed to bothered with. Here in the Vales, well, something about some important guy's murder recently. It happened before she arrived, so she didn't really bother-- And given she'd immediately found herself a role in the army she'd at least found her way to vent anger through strategizing and working on training people.

    The rest of the time she annoyingly has vacant. Which wouldn't be so bad if she didn't A) Always have something to do before B) Knew Ragnarok was probably happening back home if Magnus Chase failed (and she still didn't trust him) and C) She'd been denied an honorable death by being sent here. To Pandora. She was angry about the whole situation and hadn't simmered in the ten days she'd been there, even if she was old enough not to throw a fit she didn't particularly act friendly to those she crossed. Not that she was necessarily particularly what she'd call "friendly" to begin with.

    After an annoying day she'd found herself taking a longer trek back to her home than she'd usually do-- She wanted to have the layout of the city she'd situated in down in case of anything happening (a battle or invasion or well just not to have any accidents). The Valkyrie hated sitting about an empty room at night with nothing to do, so she'd passed by a building earlier that had taken up her attention-- A pub by the name of Devil's Nest.

    It clearly had ale, but the name lacked something-- Whatever, it wasn't like she was going there because they had an interesting motif or anything. She wanted a drink and thankfully this place didn't really seem to care about "carding"-- a stupid addition to modernity she thought, most Vikings had a drink before they were teenagers let alone twenty-one. The guy behind the bar shot her a look and she mumbled something in return (more likely he was confused by the number of hammers she refused to not have on her, even here-- at least she didn't carry around her spear).

    Wordlessly she took a seat at the open bar and waited-- Wintry eyes falling over the various patrons that were within its halls. Few right now, but then it was still early she supposed. People had gotten weaker tolerances in the last five-hundred-years or something. The man grabbed her order and returned it to her. She grunted something of a thanks before pulling it to her lips-- It's. Not good. But she expected that, nothing would be as good as the ale in Valhalla.

    Still she can't help the way her nose wrinkles when she pulled it away. Whatever, if that's what they had to offer, she'd take her drink and be on her way.
     
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    She just wanted to drink. Drink and be alone. Which was normal and not normal all at the same time. Brunnhilde was normally alright with company as long as it wasn't too annoying. After all, complimenting herself got boring. She much rather hear such things from another person's voice. That was her preferred method.

    But there were a good number of people in the bar and Brunn still didn't feel like making any conversation with them. It was difficult for her to wrap her mind around what had happened and how to adjust. Not because someone had almost killed her. That had happened enough times that it wouldn't rattle her cage much. Brunnhilde knew that death would come for her one day. She had run hard and fast, yet it came for everyone. A small part of her just wanted to believe that she could outlive Odin and Hela.

    No, her problem was Thor. Odinspawn, but one that was far more like what Odin should have been. At least, it felt that way when he had shown up to save her. When he had given her space. When he had... cared. All of their interactions had been about Thor believing in their people. Believing in her.

    She couldn't quite wrap her mind around that. She also couldn't wrap her mind around believing in him, but that was what lodged there. Not in the way she had once believed in Odin. This was different and Brunnhilde was struggling with it. And that was where her thoughts were when she glanced over at someone else at the bar not having a good time. There was something familiar about her though. Something that tickled the back of Brunn's mind. Still the valkyrie saw her face after she had the ale and then she chuckled. Because she had been there.

    "Ask for dwarven brew." Brunnhilde wasn't more than a few seats away and offered her advice. It was what Brunn was currently drinking and it was leagues better than what the blonde had.
     
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  3. Gunilla Thorsdottir

    Gunilla Thorsdottir Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    Most people didn't talk to her. She'd always been fine with that. Her reputation in Valhalla had been something she'd worked hard for-- And she disregarded anyone's personal opinions on the mater (and really those were traitors and Loki kids who probably said anything to begin with). She was dutiful and upheld the laws which in some ways she guessed made her intimidating. Gunilla was fine with that; they could be scared, she didn't need anyone but her valkyries. So while the chuckled reached her ears it was easy to ignore, but it's the voice that caught her just a touch of guard.

    The demigod's attention turned to the space a few seats away. Her brows pinched together at what might be abject disapproval of being spoken to. Or maybe it was trying to get her brain to work out what she said (Demigods and ADHD sometimes it could take a whole minute and sometimes they were on it in a flash-- but she'd always been slower and more careful with words). She glanced at the drink in her hands and gave a small, considering snort.

    "I thought dwarves were more interested in their blacksmithing competitions," Gunilla considered idly. At least she'd seen a fair few dwarves literally battle to the death for armor in the past few centuries. She didn't get it, but she didn't have to get it. It wasn't like any of them were dying valiant deaths while doing that. Another sip, another wrinkling of displeasure, but she's too prideful to not finish something she bought.

    "...I'll keep it in mind," She added after another moment of consideration, attempting to be agreeable, "I doubt anything on this realm will compared to my home." Which just offered a sense of childish home-sickness. But then she'd spent several centuries in Valhalla with its good foods and wines. She expected to be dead not dragged off to some other realm where none of it mattered. Hence, of course, the drinking.
     
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    Black smithing competitions? Well, Brunn was certain that the dwarves of her homeland would likely do such things. Brunnhilde had never really paid much attention to them because they weren't worth her attention. They provided weapons, it was true, but Brunnhilde had never needed more than her sword. She had also never broken the damn thing, unlike some other Asgardians with their need to smash weapons into everything under the sun like idiots. She was thinking of a certain someone with that, but Brunn decided not to think too hard lest her thoughts circle another drain.

    I doubt anything on this realm will compare to my home. Brunnhilde had to agree with her statement. More than that, there was something about this young woman that continued to tickle her thoughts. There was something oddly familiar about this young woman. Something that Brunnhilde couldn't quite place.

    Still, Brunn wasn't one to think too hard about anything. "I could say the same of my home realm. I do miss the drinking." There was a bit of a sigh but then Brunnhilde was downing the rest of her drink like an expert and then ordering another. She had a number of drinks to get through in order to get drunk the way she wanted that night.

    But there was something annoying about it all. Something familiar in her features. Brunnhilde's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at her again. "Are you celebrating or commiserating?" Either was a fine reason to be at a bar. Brunn just felt like digging into a conversation until she figured out what was going on. That, or until she got so drunk she no longer cared. The latter sounded much better to her, but it would take time to get there. Sadly.
     
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    Gunilla Thorsdottir Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    Gunilla nodded wordlessly. She's able to sense the presence of warriors dying in battle to an extent, but aside from that it wasn't as if she was able to tell anything more from the other-- Not unless a person seemed oddly suspicious. Or was fighting a monster that regular mortals and Midgardians couldn't see. Those were tell-tale signs, but she wasn't given any ability to really sense others. Even if there's an odd sense of camaraderie in the air she can't quite place (she could, but she knew all of her Valkyries-- all two thousand or so of them).

    "Midgardians have gotten weaker tolerance for alcohol in the past few centuries," Gunilla mentioned, more to herself than the woman. They also lacked taste. Alcohol in Valhalla could get someone drunk if they had enough and still tasted delicious. But then Valhalla was a paradise, Midgard was far from anything like the hotel and it's hundreds of floors filled with just about anything you could imagine.

    The girl's brows pinched together and she scowled deeply, a look that expressed if she asked that again she might actually meet one of the hammers strapped to her chest. "Neither," She added deeply, pressing the mug to the table, "it was either have a drink or go back to the home I was given." The way she says the latter sounds almost annoyed-- As if she's used to doing more and having more to do. She was. Returning to a place that didn't feel like home because she didn't have as many duties... it was, in a word, frustrating.
     
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    Midgardians. And suddenly it all made sense. She was an Asgardian. Perhaps not from the same world that Brunnhilde was but there was a reason why she stood out. That word alone made all the sense in the world to Brunn. She couldn't be sure if that made her more likely to stay or leave though. Considering everything that had happened with Thor, there were certain gaps in Brunn's view of the world.

    Centuries. Then she was much older than she looked as well. Another thing that lined up with Brunnhilde's world. She seemed to be new to Pandora with the way she was speaking though. Home she was given, unless there was something else behind that verbiage. Did Brunnhilde really care enough to ask?

    The valkyrie took another drink and then rolled her shoulders, deciding that some company wouldn't be too bad of a thing. Not that bad of a thing at all. "How long have you been here for?" A few curious questions about the other woman, that was all. Nothing that would be too out of place or odd. Brunnhilde finished off her drink in one large gulp and then ordered another, making her normal steady way towards being drunk.
     
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    Gunilla Thorsdottir Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    Gunilla glanced at the woman out of the corner of her eye. She went through the drink faster than the einherjar herself did, but then at this point she was nursing it out of pride than any real taste of the stuff. Another drink, though it's not some dainty sip, before the other woman is asking a question and she shrugged. Her brows pinched together at the thought, more out of irritation than a lack of understanding. She wasn't supposed to be here, she didn't want to be here.

    She'd rather have died as she imagined she was about to. Properly, knowing she'd done something, than to be forced away midbattle with no answers. "Just over a fortnight," she answered in a low grumble. Not that long at all, but long enough. She'd went to the Vales because all the technology in the other places were annoying. She'd picked up arms for want of something to do-- She was a child of war, a warrior, fighting was in her blood. Gunilla would rather be doing something than stuck moping, and without valkyrie duties her duties as a than and einherjar were next best.

    Another side glance and her mouth is set into a frown, "Why? How long have you been here?" Probably some depressing amount of time the demigod didn't want to think about. She didn't want to be there a fortnight, let alone months or years. That might change when she settled, but for now she uptightly knew that had she fought against Surt any longer she would have (and should have died). Maybe to some that would make Pandora a blessing, but to her she could only fear Ragnarok was coming.
     
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    Just over a fortnight. It really wasn't that long at all. Brunnhilde had seen a lot of newbies in Pandora. It was sort of weird for her to consider others in this manner but the valkyrie had been here for almost two years at this point. It was a drop in the bucket compared to her lifespan but it did feel like forever in a place like Pandora. Two years out of... what? Over two thousand? She had stopped counting at some point but that was a little par the norm for Brunnhilde.

    "Two years, just about." The valkyrie answered her question easily enough. There was still something that was oddly set in the back of Brunnhilde's thoughts. There was something so familiar about the woman. An air about her. Something in her eyes? Chin? It was almost like Brunnhilde knew her from somewhere else and that was... well, likely. Very likely in a world like Pandora.

    She took a sip of her newest drink and then finally decided to just ask the question. "Are you from Asgard?" It wasn't someone she had met after landing on that garbage dump of at planet. Brunnhilde wasn't certain if she was a fellow Asgardian but Brunn was bluntly asking because it was going to bother her for the rest of the night if she didn't ask. One way around, that mystery would be solved and honestly? The valkyrie wasn't entirely sure what kind of answer she really wanted from the other woman. After what she had seen Doom do to her fellow valkyries... well, it was still possible.
     
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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    Two years the other woman said and Gunilla can't help but snort. In the grand scheme of things two years isn't long-- She'd already spent well over five-hundred-years in Valhalla. Had things gone right, had Loki not started scheming, she'd remain there for far longer. Time was nothing in Valhalla; Einherjar weren't allowed to go to Midgard after arriving since it'd make things confusing, the dead reappearing, and most didn't want to return in fear of watching loved ones grow old and die. "Encouraging," She quipped, more to herself-- The idea of being stuck anywhere to her is something she'd hate regardless.

    A drink as she glared down into the half-empty glass. Frowning more deeply at the woman's question. No, she wasn't from Asgard. Wasn't even allowed to go towards it, but that hadn't mattered towards the end-- Two years may have seemed like nothing, but it was also a simple two years that had seen the beautiful city of Asgard from glowing to darkness. "My father's of Asgard," She said simply after a moment, "I was born of Midgard and raised to Valhalla. I've only ever seen Asgard myself." She shrugged her shoulders; It's a simple answer. If the woman knew of Asgard than more likely she was one of the nine-realms.

    The girl squinted at her at the thought, mouth curving into a suspicious frown as she considered her. She didn't seem like a god, didn't seem like she belonged on Asgard. But then she supposed this place was weird. She definitely wasn't a dwarf or elf, though. "If you know of Asgard as more than a legend than you can't be a normal Midgardian," Gunilla wagered, "which realm are you from?"
     
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    My father's of Asgard. Well, that made a little bit of sense to Brunn. Perhaps Brunn had known this woman's father, though Brunn really hadn't paid too much attention to many men back home. She had been firmly in the valkyrie camp and surrounded by women. Men weren't really allowed too far into valkyrie territory and that was a fact of life. Men were less valuable as fighters anyway. That was the thought of the valkyries and Brunn was staunchly in that camp as well.

    Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as the other woman started to explain that she had been born of Midgard and then raised to... Valhalla? Right, this sounded complicated and not how things were in Brunnhilde's home. Valhalla was a place where people went when they died. Not a place that someone could have lived, not in the manner that this sounded like.

    "I'm from Asgard. Valhalla is for the dead in my world." She had not clued in that the other woman might not have been alive in the same manner that she was. Or could have been. "I'm Brunnhilde." A legend among the valkyries... at least in her home town. It was a name that many would have known but Brunn was carefully pretending not to pay attention to the other woman's face too closely as she continued to drink. Not that it mattered one way or another, but after everything that had happened with Doom... well perhaps she wasn't as unaffected as she wanted to be.
     
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    Gunilla Thorsdottir Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    Valhalla is for the dead in my world. That earns a scowl-- More so than the other woman being from Asgard. That was weird, but it didn't feel as much of an insult. Gunilla's expression remained unhappy as she shook her head, "Valhalla is where those who have died bravely as warriors live, a paradise for most. They are chosen by Valkyries for their valor and given a chance to prove themselves when Ragnarok comes," the young woman said steadily, "I was both an einherjar and a valkyrie, I would know that duty better than most. Any one unsuited would join Freya's afterlife." And from the way she spoke she neither made mistakes or accepted them. Diligent and dutiful, whatever that may have meant.

    And someone who took her role with pride. The other woman goes unknown to her, however, neither a name of an Asgardian she knew nor a valkyrie. Both facts that made her furrow her brows in incredulous disbelief. She was still new enough to not clue in on the different worlds, but given this place and the discrepancies perhaps she wasn't lying. She'd give her the benefit of the doubt for the moment as she offered, just as simply, "Gunilla." Helpful.
     
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    Ah, she had hit a button with how she had worded things. Unlike normal, this time Brunnhilde had done it by complete accident. Her words had misspoke on the subject without the correct wording. Completely because she had not spoken of such things in thousands of years. Not until recently. Hel, she hadn't even thought about Valhalla after she had left. Brunnhilde had been a coward. She would not join the halls with her sisters.

    It was better off out of her mind entirely, for it was one of the things that depressed her to the point where being black out drunk was the only balm to the pain. She had managed to numb her thoughts almost entirely... until she had promised to witness Thor Odinson's possible death. That he would go to Valhalla and she would be the one to speak of his battle. Perhaps of his deeds.

    A good thing she had not voiced said promise out loud. To anyone.

    There was more that the blonde was saying that didn't quite fit with what Brunn's world held. "I was a valkyrie." But valkyries were not other things as well. They were warriors. They battled. Though very few ever retired from it. To say one was a valkyrie meant one had been. How would someone walk away from battling, willingly? Why would someone do such a thing unless they were old and could not battle more? This woman in front of her was young, there was no need to leave. Not that Brunn could see. Gunilla. That was also a name that Brunnhilde had not heard before. "Different worlds." That was the only explanation.
     
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    we'll have the scars to prove it,
    Gunilla listened. Her gaze only half on the woman, although she remained attentive yet. A different Asgard, then. Absurd though it may be she supposed if there could be nine realms there could be other Asgards. At least in the same way she knew vaguely that other gods existed, though they dare not speak of them. It seemed anything was possible in Pandora. However, the same thing that had caught Brunnhilde's attention caught her own.

    Brows knitted she turned her gaze back at the woman, rather it was an expression that was incredulous or suspicious it was hard to say. The einherjar took the last gulp down and squared her shoulders, frown thin on her lips. "In my world multiple failures, death or treason is what would make a valkyrie say was about their duties," the other mentioned, "is that the same for you?" For as simple a question as it was she sounds a little too serious. Dutiful she was and t his might is not Asgard, but she would never associate with treasonous behavior. She wouldn't start a scene, but any sense of camaraderie would drop and she'd leave as soon as a tab was paid.
     
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    There were plenty of reasons why Brunnhilde had misspoken yet again. Until recently, Brunnhilde had refused to think of herself as a valkyrie because that made things easier on her. It wasn't until she had come to Pandora that her thinking had tried to switch over. She had been alone in this realm. No Hela. No Odin. Only Thor and his brother who knew the truth of home. In a way, there had been a certain amount of freedom in that kind of place. It allowed her to think about who she had been. Doubly at the start when she had had such trouble finding the right kinds of drinks to get properly drunk.

    And now she was thinking of herself as a valkyrie once more. Had it been fighting against her sisters? Likely. "Plenty of that in my home realm as well." It wasn't exactly an answer to what Gunilla had asked but Brunnhilde had a little bit of a far away look for a second. Remembering the faces of those who had died at Hela's hand.

    But there was a little bit of interest in what the woman had suggested. Was she someone who had failures under her belt? Treason? "We never failed. Not until the end." There was a quiet moment when she said that, but there was an iciness to that tone. She was the last valkyrie but Brunn blinked and took another drink, quickly sweeping that away.

    She wouldn't go to Valhalla but that was still another matter. "Live long enough and everything ends." That was the way of things. Brunn had decided that long ago and it was still something she used to remind herself that nothing ever lasted. Not faith. Not kinship. Not familial bonds. Not Asgard, even. Not even Pandora would escape it one day. It was a reminder to keep to herself and one she had been using for eons.