The Silence of the Storm

[shardofwinter]

Rations have been cut. Again. Everyone is on one bowl of watery soup a day. Sometimes with crackers, sometimes not. Most people are too tired and weak to do much more than sit around and talk, and nobody discourages them in the slightest. Work has to be rotated constantly as people weaken quickly, but the fires still need to burn, people still need to guard the cooks and rations, and the sick still need to be tended to. Soon the hardest job is keeping up morale while the big expedition comes back. All the gods and heavens of the multiverse help them if they don’t come back with supplies, and soon.

The boundaries have tightened to an almost suffocatingly small space. It doesn’t take much to imagine where they will be by the end of Winter, which at least makes planning a little easier. People are already relocating to deeper in the Plaza. Unfortunately it means that those who have enough energy to often end up fighting with their neighbours, as the close quarters tests everyone’s patience. There are a few spaces carved out for like minded people to shelter from the dreary situation. Mechanics and those like them have set up a nice little place close to the Crossroads Café, and a break area for those helping the sick is sheltered in a room behind the injured and ill. Zandros moves from groups to individuals, looking for help in creating some form of morale boosting display that will adhere to Isidor's instructions. People are surviving in whatever ways they can, but it's reaching breaking point.

((It's the Final Event Post, everyone! OOC Post is here! This is for those stuck at the hub while the Main Expedition is going on. There will be a second part to this post for the Return of the Expedition. In the meantime, have fun!))

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[coldsong]

In point of fact, he doesn't think the Norns like him very much. Still, he's lived longer than he probably should have, given all the things he got himself into. Maybe he's wrong.

Death is made more fearsome by denying its power. Accepting the inevitability that one will end, that the very ground one stands on will some day be forgotten, is difficult, but once the work has been done, it becomes a less painful truth to face.

"Oh, my dear," he says with a sigh. "In my world, I'm afraid it is done, after a fashion. Please don't trouble yourself about that. And I've no interest in duplicating the experience here."

[volurofthehearth]

Her eyes go wide and her expression drops. It's already happened?

Asking about his world seemed too much like prying. An audience with a god is rare enough. Ruining it by treading into unknown territory and asking questions that could turn a good mood sour would have been ungrateful, and unwise. But then maybe it made sense. Maybe that was why he was in the Nexus, escaping the nothingness of what remained after Ragnarok.

All she can manage is a worried whisper. "Is everything really gone?"

[coldsong]

Coiling into what is nearly a figure-eight seems to be an expression of discomfort for him in this body. "Not quite in the way the prophecies implied. Certainly not the ones the stories of humankind report. But...Asgard is no more, where I come from. And something more terrible still has been set in motion."

The sheen fades from his scales in a shudder. "Would that I could have laughed."

"My world is not the same as yours. You have not, I hope, the same disaster to fear, but--well. Perhaps it doesn't matter. A hundred-thousand twilights await for every universe. It is only for the Fates to decide when and how to end the thread that they spin. But should you ever hear the name 'Thanos', beware it."

"I hope that he does not exist where you come from."

[volurofthehearth]

"Thanos?" The darting of her eyes reflects her thoughts as she tries to recall if she's ever heard the name before. Thankfully she ends up shaking her head. "I've never heard of Thanos. I know about Thanatos, but I'd hope it's just coincidence their names sounds so similar. The Greek god of death isn't someone I'd hope for anyone to meet too soon."

She quiet for a second. A second where everything about her softens, shrinking ever so slightly. "I am so sorry for your Asgard, though. I didn't know... I can't imagine what that's like. But... If you ever want to talk to someone, about anything, my door is open."

[coldsong]

"I've wondered about the etymology, myself," Loki murmurs gloomily. "But he is not even human. It seems it must be a coincidence."

"And from what I've heard of that Pantheon, Thanatos is probably more pleasant than Thanos."

But he's had more than enough of this train of thought. He looks up at her and forces his scales to shift back to green, red eyes turning gold. "Thank you. It may be best you don't try to imagine it. But I will not forget your kindness, Runa."

"It's time I was gone from here, but hold on. Relief is coming, at last. I am sure of that."