Hela (goddess_ofdeath) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-02-02 07:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | hela odinsdottir, jim moriarty |
WHO: Hela and Moriarty
WHAT: A meeting between Hela and Jim
WHERE: Cedar Springs in Brightford
WHEN: Thursday at noon
RATINGS: TBA
Midgardians weren't as stupid as she thought they were. Most were annoying. They were begging to be ruled, so why did they object? Why were they so brash and bold? When the hell did things change? A few could be manipulated at least. Deals could be made, promises could be broken, and a few 'good' deeds would mean a favor would have to be returned. Even fewer than that, though they were truly intelligent ones, knew their place in the world. And she'd meet with one of them today.
As she left her house in Everdale, she ran her fingers through her hair, shortening it. Magic covered her body as she disguised herself in tattoos and black leather. Given how others talked about her appearance, at least this was more inconspicuous. No one would look at her twice and think otherwise. She knew if they saw her, she'd be reported. While she didn't mind fighting, she did want to save her strength. Her first targets would be her idiot brothers.
She traveled to Brightford, her eyes looking straight on. She didn't look at the scenery or care for the snow. She only cared to make her appointment and get back to her work. She had to hide and she needed to plan. Nothing else mattered.
Arriving at the restaurant, she told the host, "A reservation has been made. Moriarty?" She could have given her name, but no, not yet. She'd be recognized then. Perhaps she should have a pseudonym. It was something to think on. Maybe she'd even ask the human's opinion on the matter.