[Action] Transmission 001

[eversohungry]

[Sometimes the path of life curves in an interesting way. And sometimes the little bridge you were walking over spontaneously develops a hole, and you have no idea where you've landed because the little bridge that should be over your head is gone.]

[Vastra has felt this feeling before, when she awoke to a world no longer ruled by her kind, but by mankind. It was a dark time in her life, and she reasoned there would be no darker time for her. Of course, she'd reasoned incorrectly.]

[From what she can tell, where she is now isn't England, or any country or planet she'd heard of before. But that isn't the ultimate problem. The problem is that there's snow on the ground, and she's barely dressed. No skirts, no coat, no hat, no cloak, no gloves, no shoes, and she's freezing in her little flimsy dress with strangely short sleeves. A few Cybermen-like figures slog through the snow nearby, though Vastra figured out hours ago that they weren't actual Cybermen. Fortunate, given she has no sword either.]

[As she makes her progress through the trees, Vastra can feel that the climate is getting warmer, but not warm enough to stave off her body's automatic hibernation. She rests herself against a tree briefly, to rest, and tries to stave off the heavy feeling of her body shutting down. If she hibernated now, who knew when she would wake up again?]



((OOC: Vastra's arrived! And she's somewhere between Ice Age and Space Opera! Where her journal is though, is a good question.....))

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[eversohungry]

[Vastra snorts as she sits up fully. The worst of her joint stiffness and general disorientation has passed.] An inconvenience greater than carrying a stranger through freezing temperatures. I can't imagine one, but I suspect they exist.

[She smiles, a small, polite smile.] I am Vastra. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Loki.

[complicatedliar]

If you're unlucky, you'll find out in person soon enough.

Likewise, Lady Vastra. Well met. From what realm do you hail?

[eversohungry]

[Well that's... ominous. Vastra shifts a little, vaguely wondering if she's been brought back to be defrosted and then eaten or somesuch thing. After all, she had no knowledge of whatever species Loki was. Not human--Aesir, wasn't it?--but so many things masqueraded as human-like creatures for camouflage.]

Earth. The end of the nineteenth century, or close enough to the end. 1889, by the human calendar. [To her the year did make a difference, even if she wasn't sure Loki would even be familiar with where or when she was from. Vastra certainly had no idea where 'Asgard' was--the Doctor had failed to mention that one.]

[complicatedliar]

Ah, Midgard. I have been there recently. The human year 2012.

[eversohungry]

2012... [Vastra's eyebrows go up a little.] Have they figured out how to make small passenger transport that flies yet? Don't tell me the underground is still in use.

[complicatedliar]

They do have flying vehicles. I'm afraid I don't know of an underground the way you seem to refer to it.

My time there was... hm. Rather to a particular point. I didn't play tourist.

[eversohungry]

It's good to hear they aren't all quite as hopeless later as when I left them. [Vastra frowns and pushes the blanket back before assuming a seiza position facing Loki. So far, she doesn't think she's picking up on any 'let me show you the door' inclinations, so that must mean he still intended to converse, right?]

Ah, I see. So you went looking for trouble amongst humans. [She flashes an amused smile, only because of the few she knew who traveled seeing fantastic times and places, they were tourists. Essentially. Until something horrible had to be fixed through the most complex means necessary.]

Instead of trying to simply run into it, I mean.

[complicatedliar]

Not so much looking for a causing. [Loki smiles wolfishly.] I'm the God of Mischief, lady. That is precisely what I do.

[eversohungry]

[That's definitely a new one.]

[Vastra tilts her head and narrows her eyes, assessing the statement.]

A god, truly? Or is that another more simple explanation for those who do not understand? [As someone who went to Egypt and was mistaken for a god, Vastra had time to ponder this amusing and interesting concept herself.]

[complicatedliar]

[Smirk.] It depends upon how one defines god.

[eversohungry]

Or who your god is. [Vastra raises her eyebrow. Well yes, that's accurate. When she had been taken for a god in Egypt, she later discovered that the ancient gods were all half animal in Egypt. It made sense in that culture, but being in England for a while had put her in a sort of monotheistic mindset.]

[And then there was the idea that humans either revered or reviled what they couldn't fit into their little compartmentalized world-view. Fortunately, Vastra wasn't terribly feared in most circles. Only in the seedier ones.]

I am not a member of a lesser-developed race, Mr. Loki. [Vastra frowns slightly, not liking her own implication.] I know beings who other races would categorize as 'gods', while I call them what they are. [Cybermen, Headless Monks, Time Lords.]

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs.] I'm immortal and made of far sterner stuff than the mortals. I've magics. But I do not require worship in order to survive or gain power, and I am from a different realm. Draw the conclusions you think best.

[eversohungry]

[This conversation, at least on Vastra's end, is taking a very uncomfortable turn. This is exactly why she tended not to call on someone before she knew they weren't... well. Strange.]

Thank you, I will. [Vastra says, tone a little stilted. Because really, she thinks she's drawing a conclusion that Loki doesn't want her to draw. Namely: this man could be any number of creatures. Time Lords were pseudo-immortal, and Cybermen were indeed made of sterner stuff than mortals. Magics... well, anything advanced enough could be considered "magic". A box that appeared out of nowhere, for example. And while she had rarely heard of planets being referred to as 'realms', she fully accepted the existence of other planets and life on those planets. She'd bloody seen it, after all.]

I hope you will not take offense to my reluctance, Mr. Loki. I don't actually believe in gods. Only in the universe.

[complicatedliar]

Quite all right. I don't believe in gods either. [He smiles crookedly.] Aesir is the name of the species. From Asgard.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra blinks, a little surprised. Honestly she thought Loki might believe in himself, if he's suggesting he's a god.]

I am a Silurian. [If they're playing 'Show You Mine', Vastra figures she could at least play along.] From Earth, ironically enough. I am a little hardier than a mammal, technically speaking, but I do not live forever. Just a long time. [She gives Loki a little wry smile.]

[complicatedliar]

[Oh, but he does. It's just rather... complicated. He's certainly a god when compared to a human, no question about that.]

I don't think I've met any of your brethren before. But when we frequented Midgard, we mostly stayed in colder climates.