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homodemens ([info]homodemens) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2020-08-24 08:31:00

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Entry tags:!gift, !plot, brynhild, ~higgs

Parcels
Where: Brynhild's club
What: A jet black box wrapped in gold ribbon with gift tag.
When: After this
Rating: Low


Left on a table in the centre of the club is a jet black box, cuboid with a separate lid placed delicately on it's top. Thick gold ribbon is tied under and around it, and finished in a perfect bow atop the box. A small gift tag hangs loosely over it's side.



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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2020-08-24 09:18 am UTC (link)
Bryn hadn't gone anywhere unarmed, since Higgs had attacked John. She had taken to wearing old leather, Norse in fashion, armor, and carrying her shield on her back. Two very different swords sheathed at her waist, and a few easy break vial's in a pouch on her belt, filled with blood, in case she needed it for spellwork. Her bracers hiding bandaged cuts where she'd drawn it.

So when she stepped into the club and saw the black box... she was properly prepared, incase. She drew the borrowed holy sword from her left side, as it was sharper than the other, and used the point to manipulate the tag that hung loosely over the side. She was no rube that went 'oh goodie a present' and tore into anything, unless it was handed to her by someone she loved, and trusted.

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[info]homodemens
2020-08-24 09:26 am UTC (link)
- ᛒᚱᛁᚾᚻᛁᛚᛞ ᛁᛝᚩᚢᚠ

- For those who cast the first stones

- Higgs :)

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[info]brynhild_ingouf
2020-08-24 09:54 am UTC (link)
She growled and flashed her teeth as if she still had fangs. She was more tempted to set the damned box on fire than she was to open it. With the point of the sword she shoved it off of the table, and proceeded to scooted out the door of the club. She didn't care if it was an olive branch, or a white flag. The box held nothing she wanted in side it.

"I know you're listening asshole. You fired the first shot when you attacked Loki, and hammered the first nail in your own coffin when you attacked John. Know this, we as a community, already ended the life of a being much more powerful than you are. You could have come to us for aid, and we would have helped you, instead... I don't know why you're here, but this will be your last stop." With a flick of her auburn hair she carried herself back into the club.

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