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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

[asofwar]

They are Aesir - mighty warriors. Volstagg, Fandral and Hogun.

[infernoandhearth]

[He can't think of who they might be. His expression goes a bit vague as he tries to work them out, before giving up.]

It sounds a good team. Are any of them here?

[asofwar]

I am the only one.

[infernoandhearth]

Sorry. I hope they show up eventually.

[asofwar]

I do not think I share the sentiment.

[infernoandhearth]

Of course. Then I hope you join them soon.

[asofwar]

I would toast to that.

[infernoandhearth]

Then we shall have to, sometime, when you're not in danger of being danced with.