MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

Comments

[bythewaves]

"Mm." Maglor sips his own tea pensively.

"Sometimes one is both. A word to the wise, Doctor - never swear an Oath. Particularly not an Unbreakable One. It tends not to end well."

[comeonthensexy]

"I think an oath is by definition unbreakable, but I get the very distinct feeling an oath is a bit different where you're from."

Which obviously means Maglor should tell him about it.

[bythewaves]

"If you want to get into the technicalities, yes - but some oaths are easier to break than others - particularly if you go into one with appropriate clauses! But... we swore, my brothers and my father and I, by the highest authority of our world, and called upon ourselves the most terrible fate. For love, for grief, I swore it, and none made me do so, although I knew that it would only bring grief. Too late I realised exactly how terrible the darkness I had called upon myself was, and by then it was too late. I committed terrible atrocities in the name of that Oath, Doctor. And until I came to Asgard, I felt it like hooks in my soul, driving me on no matter how terrible the deeds and how little I wished to do them. It killed my family, that Oath, and at the last my eldest brother could no longer bear it, and killed himself to find some peace."

[comeonthensexy]

Well.

Perhaps he had been hoping for a slightly more fun explanation, even if there had been no inkling that it's in any way fun from the very start of this conversation. He's silent for a long while after Maglor has finished, sipping at his tea.

There is a tendency, in many living things, to adopt the name of something greater and bigger than yourself and doing things under it. Perhaps it comes from a desire to strip yourself of responsibility, to make it possible for you to live with yourself under the weight of what you have done. Like the actions he has executed in the name of peace and life. Funny, how you sometimes wage war and kill in the name of peace and life. So paradoxical.

Now he really wonders what the oath was. There's little else he wants to do but press, try to get more info, but even he sometimes knows there really is a time and a place, and this is not one of those. So he swallows those questions with the tea, and sets the cup down quietly.

"Did you honour it, in the end?"

[bythewaves]

"Yes." Maglor sighs softly, and gently sets his teacup down and turns his hands palms up, to reveal the burn scars.

"And in fulfilling it, my brother and I, we realised that we had forfeited all rights to it, for the treasure that we swore to reclaim rejected us, at the last." He huffs softly. "We should have known - they were holy - sanctified to bear no evil touch - and we were anything but, especially by the end. But for our father, for our grandfather... love can blind, especially when tied to grief and duty."

[comeonthensexy]

A treasure. Of all things, they made such a promise over a treasure. Then the Doctor really has to wonder what kind of value that treasure held. What it even was. If it could "bear no evil touch", then ...

"It certainly does that," he says quietly, and offers a crooked smile. "One might just do anything if blinded by grief."

He knows. He falls victim to it himself, often.

[bythewaves]

"True. But we were still fools." Maglor says matter-of-factly - he has had enough time to be able to see that much, at least.

"Many others have been bereaved without doing what we did, so that is no excuse at all."