“Oh, My powers aren’t anything to talk about. There almost the same as yours, actually: Strength, Speed, Reflexes, and a little bit of Seidr magic. I can also sense people’s emotions. Other than that, though, I’m just a normal guy. I put my trousers on one leg at a time. And I do feel pain.” He smiled, gently correcting Nork. Nork nodded. He feels pain? Nork thought to himself. “Are you good at fighting?” He asked. Nork nodded. “Kind of. Me and my dad used to go hunting all the time. Really good- I guess- with a sword and katana. I don’t really know how that happened.” Nork replied. He chuckled. “I also like hand-to-hand combat. I think I’m very good at that. And I can sense spiritual stuff. Like know if your magical or some other stuff.” Nork wanted to impress Mr. Masked Man so much, hoping that this was enough. “So, what’s your name? I haven’t really asked you, yet.” Nork asked. Nork was expecting for him to be flirty, and funny not intimaditing, because of Freya. Why the hell did Freya pick him anyways? Freya is the goddess of love, fertility,and positive stuff. Nork was still super scared of the man, but felt a bit more superior than him.
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@GlitterFist - Valentine Odegaard (omgomg how am i doing i was going for shy soft boi type)
“Oh!” He hadn’t even told the kid his name yet. “I’m Valentine. Valentine Odegard. But you can call me Jason if you want.” He joked, pointing at his jagged, scrap metal mask. He laughed a bit at his own joke, but then stopped when he realized something; This kid probably wouldn’t get the reference. Hell, Valentine only got it because his Dad was a nut for 20th century nostalgia. He sighed awkwardly. “Nevermind. Ignore that. Just call me Valentine.”
@lovelyhearts - Nork You’re doing great! The boi is indeed soft.
“I’m Valentine. Valentine Odegard. But you can call me Jason if you want.” The man said, pointing at his mask. He laughed at his own joke, before realizing, Nork wouldn’t probably get it. “Nevermind. Ignore that. Just call me Valentine.” He sighed awkwardly. Nork laughed at the joke, realizing it was a reference to the 20th century movie. “I get it. I studied quite a lot about the 20th century.” Nork laughed, before awkwardly standing there. “So, um, Valentine, why the mask?” Nork asked out of curiosity. He coud only see Valentine’s eyes through the metal mask, so he was curious what was under it.
They were both laughing hard, and Nork found Valentine pretty col! He was brave, and funny, and was into the 20th century. Nork asked about the mask, and Valentine stopped laughing. His face went back to being cold (Nork thinks). “…Are you brave?” He asked. Nork was scared, a bit. Maybe serpents would come out of his mouth, or his eyes nose would have snot bubbles. But Nork was curious. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, if there’s nothing super scary underneath that mask…” Nork said, and he chuckled by the thought of snot bubbles. Nork was prepared for the worst. “I won’t make fun of you. Promise.” Nork swore. He didn’t want to lose his only friend at Camp Nyss, just because of soe face.
Nork seemed to think he was brave, and Valentine wanted to believe him. So he looked around and saw a cozy grove of nearby trees that could hide them from prying eyes. “Follow me. This needs to be private.” He walked quickly behind the trees, double checking and triple checking to make sure he really was out of sight. He waited for Nork to come join him, and prayed to Freya that his new friend really would be brave enough to stick around.
Valentine seemed to look around, then he said, “Follow me. This needs to be private.” He walked quickly behind the trees, and Nork followed him behind, excited. He thought this was amusing because of a spy movie kind of thing. Valentine double checked and triple checked that he was not visible anymore. Nork and Valentine was now behind some scramble of trees. Nork excitedly rubbed his hands, and asked, “So?” Nork was praying that he wouldn’t be so scary.
Valentine could tell that Nork was excited, filled with some kind of morbid curiosity. It almost made him laugh, seeing Nork act like a little kid waiting for a new treat or toy. But his was much more serious than something like that.
Nork seemed eager to see his face, so Valentine sighed and began undoing the leather straps securing the mask to his head. “If you’re sure you’re ready…” He warned Nork quietly, and he let his voice trail off as he slowly removed his mask.
As the dappled sunlight from between the leaves of the trees hit Valentine’s face, his horrible secret was revealed. Radiation had boiled and stripped away his skin, and oily blisters and boils covered Valentine’s entire face and neck, espescially concentrated around his eyes. Several of them had burst open, leaving blossoming flowers of dead skin where they had once been, yellow-grey bubbling pus trickling from their centers. The blistering heat of the blasts had obliterated several millimeters of flesh, exposing lagre chunks of juicy red muscle and bone. His upper and lower jaw shad been shattered and clumsily set back in place, with the lower jaw hanging loosely like a lumpy mound of clay and the upper jaw resting permenately at an unnatural, diagonal angle. His lips had either been ripped off or peeled back from his teeth, giving him a cleft lip and an eeriely wide smile. Several large, puckered white scars danced across his face, aggitaed, infected, and stitched up with crude, ametuer handiwork. One of his eyes had collapsed in on itself as the socket surrounding it had caved in, and the other stared out intensely, red, dry, and full of pain and fear.
Valentine looked away in overwhelming shame as he let Nork see his true face.
“If you’re sure you’re ready…” Valentine warned Nork quietly, and he let his voice trail off as he slowly removed his mask. Blisters and boils covered his face, and his jaws were positioned at a slightly weird angle. His lips were wonky, and you could see bones and flesh. Nork’s eyes grew wide at this sight. Valentine looked away, shy. Nork sighed gently. “That’s ok. See? I didn’t make fun of you! This is not that…” Nork trailed off. “Well it is bad, but its nothing to be ashamed of. I bet you looked real handsome before all this…” Nork signaled to Valentine’s face. “Happened. So do you wanna grab something to eat?” Nork asked, diverting the topic. “I hope we’re friends.” Nork added, just to make sure.
Valentine couldn’t believe it. Nork just calmly assured him that everything was fine and then… asked if he wanted to grab some lunch. He… He didn’t care.
Valentine’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he began laughing hysterically. He’d never felt such a huge wave of relief and utter happiness hit him like this. He almost doubled over laughing beofre regaining his composure, putting his mask back on, and tackling Nork in a hug. “Thank you.” He said softly. “I would absolutely love something to eat.” He let Nork go, happy to know that, for the first time in years, he’d made a real friend.
Valentine’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he began laughing hysterically. Nork looked at him, laughing too, not knowing why he is laughing. He almost doubled over laughing beofre regaining his composure, putting his mask back on, and tackling Nork in a hug. “Thank you.” He said softly. “I would absolutely love something to eat.” He let Nork go, as Nork ran his fingers through his own hair. “What do you want? Is there steak here?” Nork asked. Nork looked at his surroundings, as he spotted rows and rows of tables, and stalls of rich-smelling food. “Do you want sushi? I’m craving sushi right now.” Nork asked Valentine. Nork wanted to know more about Valentine, as he could be the last time Nork would see Valentine before the big war.
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@GlitterFist - Valentine Odegaard yipee valentine and nork are friends!!!
Valentine saw the rows and rows of tables decorated with fresh, hot food, and his mouth watered. He hadn’t seen so much food since his last Thanksgiving. Everything looked and smelled absolutely amazing. Nork asked him what he wanted to eat, expessing his own cravings for sushi. Valentine’s mind swam with all of the possibilities, and he just could decide what he wanted to devour the most. “If somebody doesn’t stop me, I might just eat it all! Doesn’t it all look incredible?”
Lou Fischer With Celosia Demos, the Andromedian Training Base
“With practise, I could reach new heights in the magic-ing industry. An army of Geese. Can travel by land, air, or water. Also f-cking terrifying; there’s no escaping them.”
Lou rolled onto his front a turned himself towards Celosia. “So, you could- completely theoretically- light yourself on fire? Just, casually?”
It was probably for the better that Lou couldn’t control fire.
“Well, anyone can set themselves on fire; most people would just die. Or suffer 3rd degree burns. But, you could be, like, the ultimate Guy Fawkes scarecrow.”
It was definitely for the better that Lou couldn’t control fire.
“I mean, there must be tonnes of cool sh-t you can do with that stuff. I probably would have destroyed several things I shouldn’t have by now-- accidentally, of course. Responsibility and me don’t bode well.”
“If somebody doesn’t stop me, I might just eat it all! Doesn’t it all look incredible?” Valentine replied. Nork laughed a little bit. “You know what, let’s eat!” Nork said, happily. He took a seat at the front of the table, and he picked up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He bit into it, jelly blobbing out of his mouth. “So, tell me more about you!” Nork said, as he pat down the empty seat in front of him.
Re-Horane Lee
With: Kalinda Davies
At: The Xilian Center of Champions
Hora couldn’t help but scoff at Ms. Nkosi’s little speech. Peace? This is not how we get peace. We get peace by simply not going in war. If we could just change their minds. Hora thought to herself. Hora flipped her hair, as she walked off affter Ms. Nkosi was done. People were scrambling, and they talked. Hora thought to herself. If she was going to be here for an eternity, might as well have a friend. Hora straightened her t-shirt and walked over to a girl just thinking to herself. “Hi there! I’m Hora.” Hora introduced to her. Hora prayed to Ra that she was at least nice.
The two boys rushed to the table and sat down next to each other. Nork immediately grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it into his face, getting jelly all over himself. Valentine slipped his mask up father on his head, leaving his mouth exposed so that he could grab a turkey leg and chow down on it. They ate voraciously for a bit before Nork asked him about himself.
“Oh. Well, I’m 18, I’m about 7 foot 5 inches, My blood type is O+, I weigh 180 pounds, and I was born on Febuary 14th.” He didn’t really know what else to say. He wasn’t good with feelings or personalities.
Valentine slipped his mask up father on his head, leaving his mouth exposed so that he could grab a turkey leg and started eating. “Oh. Well, I’m 18, I’m about 7 foot 5 inches, My blood type is O+, I weigh 180 pounds, and I was born on Febuary 14th.” He said. Nork nodded. Nork took a big scoop of fries, and he ate them one by one. “So… are you scared of death? On this war?” Nork asked.
They had been eating their feast together, laughing and joking casually, when suddenly Nork took the conversation to the nearest extreme: “So… are you scared of death? On this war?”
Valentine was caught off guard, and he sorfted, almost choking as he inhaled a glop of mashed potato. As he spluttered and pounded on his chest, trying to clear out his throat, he couldn’t help but ask Nork something. “What brought that up? Are… Are you scared?” He asked his new friend.
Once he’d recovered from his potatoes, Valentine took a second to think about the question. “I don’t think I’d mind dying. I haven’t been scared of death since… Since my family died. I lost everything when the bombds hit; My face, My home, Everyone I loved and trusted. I don’t really have anything to leave behind anymore. It’s easier to face the inevitable when you don’t have anything holding you back.” He took a big gulp of Non-Alchoholic Fig Wine and wiped his face on his sleeve. He sighed, a bittersweet, dreamy smile crossing his face. “Honestly, If I die in this war, I’d almost be glad. Maybe I’d get the chance to see my Mom and Dad again in Valhalla. Maybe… Maybe I’d be beautiful again in Valhalla. I like to think my Goddess would let me be.”
“What brought that up? Are… Are you scared?” Valentine asked Nork. Nork shrugged and he took a sip from his goblet of green tea. “I don’t think I’d mind dying. I haven’t been scared of death since… Since my family died. I lost everything when the bombds hit; My face, My home, Everyone I loved and trusted. I don’t really have anything to leave behind anymore. It’s easier to face the inevitable when you don’t have anything holding you back.” He continued. Nork nodded along with Valentine. “Well, you’d be leaving your friend here alone.” Nork joked. Nork chuckled, before askig himself the question. Was he scared of death? No. Nork wouldn’t mind death anyways. But he had so much to leave behind, he would want to at least die in peace. “Honestly, If I die in this war, I’d almost be glad. Maybe I’d get the chance to see my Mom and Dad again in Valhalla. Maybe… Maybe I’d be beautiful again in Valhalla. I like to think my Goddess would let me be.” Valentine continued. “Cheers to that, mate. Well, my mom and sister got killed by a bomb by the people of Andromeda, so… that’s my goal. Murdering all of them. Then I can die. At least I kill 2 people from Andromeda.” Nork said. A fire burned in Nork. He hated Andromeda. His mother and sister were dead because of the politicians who fight. “We don’t really need war, its just the politicians. They created this war.” Nork took another sip of his tea, the bittersweet spinning liquid in his mouth.
Nork seemed to appreciate that Valentine didn’t fear death, as he didn’t seem to either. “My mom and sister got killed by a bomb by the people of Andromeda, so… that’s my goal.” Nork revealed, and Valentine realized how similar they were. “‘Goal’?” Valentine waited for Nork to elaborate. “Murdering all of them. Then I can die.” Nork explained. "At least I kill 2 people from Andromeda.”
Valentine was taken aback. Nork had seemed like a happy-go-lucky kid, but all of the sudden here he was, plotting murder and speaking of Andromeda with bloodlust in his eyes. He reminded Valentine of a younger version of himself, back when the bombs had just hit and the prospect of revenge compelled him to train until his entire body ached. It scared him a bit, how similar they were. The last thing he wanted was for a good kid like Nork to end up like him.
“We don’t really need war, its just the politicians. They created this war.” Nork added, sipping his tea. “That might be true,” Valentine said, “But be careful with revenge, though. It can take you to dark places. Hate can corrupt you, twist up your soul.” He pulled out his father’s hunting knife to demonstrate, driving the mangled blade deep into the wood of the table. “It’s like a weed. I you let it take root, it will wipe out everything else.” He drove the blade deeper into the table before wrenching it out of the wood, stripping it away untilt he table’s surface was nothing but splinters and fibers. “You know what a weed leaves behind? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, apart from dead land. That’s what you’ll be if you manage to get your revenge. Dead and empty. Trust me.”