Schrodinger (schroedinger) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-10-18 19:40:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Current music: | Gaia online |
Entry tags: | dorian, finished thread, rating: pg, schrodinger, setting: asgard |
I don't feel any shame; I won't apologize.~
Who: Schroedinger and Dorian ((Other Asgardians that are not specified are free to notice Schro, and L and Misa's posts are coming up soon-ish. Mayhaps tomorrow.))
Where: Anywhere within Asgard except in his room. Outside, I think, is what we agreed apon? >_>;
When: Today at idk 2:00 pm?
Summary: Schroedinger takes Banru's suggestion based on what Schro thought would be the best thing for Niflheim to do, and take a survey, more or less, on what the Asgardians' weaknesses are before he sees what his side's strengths are. He meets Dorian, (And these guys eventually: L Lawliet, Misa Amane) to see what Niflheim is up against, and what counter-measures might work in their favours, and try to figure out the layout of the building as well.
Warnings: Possible language and violence, lies by the brain full.
He was tired of seeing Lucifer praise Sal and that banshee, that Una-thing. He was tired of being called lazy-- OK, that was kind of true... Perhaps it was because he wasn't able to laze around without getting some praise. That he could get past the barrier around Asgard when he couldn't, or maybe that he was like that Autobot, Jazz. Hah. At least his was a facade. It wasn't that he was not being taken too seriously, (maybe that was a hint of it, but not the entire shindig.) But it seemed like no one on his team had any basic idea when it came to war, which, although it seemed like both leaders were downplaying it into a game, but nevertheless, it WAS war. No matter how they put it, it was one of the things he understood, being around it all of his life, perhaps. Schroedinger was part of Werwolf, which, in turn, was part of Millennium, which was part of the Third Reich, which was part of the Nazi party, so it was no suprise that he had some idea of what to do.
And Banru was one of the straws that broke it, or, perhaps, didn't realize that Schroedinger would take their conversation seriously. This would change the game. The rules. The ideas that the Asgardians were safe while in the halls, that the barrier would keep them safe. That is, until Schroedinger decided that the perfect opportunity would be NOW. They wouldn't be expecting it, especially from a young genetic experiment looking kid like him, right?
Dok, I owe you von.~ He thought as he dissappeared into Asgard, standing outside the pearly white gates, and slipped through it with ease.
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After Schroedinger arrived, he mucked about in the gardens, maze, and just about every where else, he headed back to where he started. There wasn't much to the place, Just grass and trees and more grass and more trees and dirt and --
And tripped over something. As he realized he was no longer standing, his black cat ears twitched, then twitched again. Smell told him that something very, VERY dead was close by, and he mewled softly as forced himself to sit up. "Vell, that vas...veird..." Schro muttered as he shook the dirt from his blonde hair and black ears while his glowing red eyes scoured the landscape for what he smelled just after his fall.