[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.....))

Comments

[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.