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[asofwar]

[A short clip, unintentional; a brave NPC seems to think Sif is his designated partner for the tango, so he catches her on her way home from a stroll. Starting position is as far as he goes.]

Refrain. [Afterwards, the device seemingly falls to the ground; the sounds of a struggle follow, albeit a pacific one, and then hurried steps: someone running away. The feed turns off.]

AUDIO; PUBLIC

[Not even five minutes later; there's only the silence the interior of a home can offer, and her clipped tone.] I do not dance. Just to make it clear.

Whether I can or cannot is an entirely different matter, but the important detail here is that I choose not to. Your Midgardian dances are strange and the hands of men who have imposed a dance on me thus far get too clammy for my tastes.

If this is a curse, I will await its ending where I do not risk offense. I advise whoever intends to visit to heed my warning.

[The feed ends.]

[ooc; Very unaffected.]

Comments

[sixwinged]

.. does that make you an alien? What kind of dances aren't strange to you, then?

[asofwar]

In a sense. The ones of my world.

[sixwinged]

What kind of dances are those?

[asofwar]

Antiquated ones.

[sixwinged]

Don't like doing those dances, either?

[asofwar]

I would rather not.

[sixwinged]

Well, guess it can't be helped, then! You'll just have to beat them all down, until they finally give up.

[asofwar]

[A very amused snort.] Yes, I suppose so.