Who: Jord and Enola What: Lunch - trying to ally drum up some good publicity. When: 1 pm, Life Cafe. Warnings: Should be tame.
To any outside observer, it might have seemed that Jord was a might bit...well, power hungry. She had allied herself with the drug children. She had allied herself with the Internet. And now, she was keeping a very important lunch date with Nuclear Power. They were all New Gods, all powerful, all big names. And what was she? An ancient goddess, older than these children could imagine, wise and adaptive and surprisingly strong. Of course, her strength was nothing compared with these giants, but she could use it well, and she had something that they all lacked; experience and the wisdom it brings. It was her mind and her experience that made her useful to these children, her shrewd strategy and her balanced nature. It may have been an unlikely mix, but it was a good one. They could fill in each others cracks.
But power hungry? No. Jord did not desire power for herself, she desired strength. She courted power and prestige but they held no temptation for her. The goddess had been created to be in, around, behind everything. She had spent much of her immortal life in the royal court of Asgard, she had been concubine and adviser to a king. It was her place, then, to provide wisdom and insight, not to lead or take over, and she wouldn't forget that. What she would do was quietly put herself in a place of strength, quietly set herself up not only for success but also for safety. And what was the harm in it? Even as she gathered her own strength and power, she was helping her allies, giving them an equal return, so what problem was there to be had? What criticism would be made?
These thoughts, however, were banished from her mind as she sat in the Life Cafe, sipping a dark beer and going over her schedule book. Jord had been away from her organization, IERC, for a few weeks now. She ran a tight ship, and she made sure that those who worked beneath her could easily replace her in a time of need. However, they were not immortal or divine, and there was, in the end, only so much that they could do. Jord was relieved to be able to return to her usual place; working and negotiating and slowly spreading her influence and agenda across this land. It was much better than just waiting about, keeping tabs on the various murmurings of the immortals, hoping to avoid another attack...
Yes, returning to work was a relief, and this lunch would be a success, and the goddess felt much more like herself again. She wore a light green oxford style shirt, light gray, wide leg trousers and stilettos, auburn hair pulled back in so many pins, bits of it creeping around her face. With deep red lips and intricately drawn-on eyebrows, she looked every bit Jordin Raghnall; a free spirit, harnessed and bound by duty to use her professional prowess to save the environment. Jord found enjoyment in her mortal identity; it had been carefully crafted, and she knew it well, slipped into it like a glove. Eyes roving the pages of her planner, she felt the immortal presence before Enola ever walked through the door. Her blue eyes lifted, and smile stole across her features, and she will slipping the book into her purse as her companion reached her. Standing, the goddess extended her hand and said simply, "Jordin Raghnall. It's a pleasure to meet you."