17 February 2013 @ 01:59 pm
Um, Mike? Ty?


If any of your lot are around say hi, yeah?

Oh, and if anyone sees a twat in a red suit, calls himself Colin Gundersen? Like, don't even bother.

06 February 2013 @ 02:09 pm
This was going to be heaps more brilliant when Mike and Ty were still here, but two Kiwis are better than none, eh? So uh,

Happy Waitangi Day!

[Axl stands up to crack open a beer and cheers the ceiling.]

Anyone who's interested come by the pub, yeah? Me and my mates get seriously munted every year and no reason to break the tradition.

[As Axl logs off he attaches a file for you. Revel in the glory of this awesome country.]

02 February 2013 @ 08:23 pm
[Your resident giant Kiwi/Norse God doesn't sound very happy, City.]

Mike and Ty went home.

Does anyone need, like, somewhere to live?
13 January 2013 @ 07:48 pm
So..... those freaky zombie-things. We're supposed to take them the lake, right? Cause I kind of think I just locked my mum in the toilet. My dead mum.

Mike, Ty? Any help?

[ooc: Horribly belated, but the Johnson Mother - the lovely goddess Freya - has shown up in the City. The one who tried to kill Axl and got burnt in a forest fire by Loki after killing his daughter Hel. GODS MAN. They so crazy. Action for anyone in the Johnsons' flat.]
21 December 2012 @ 07:44 am

its seriously weird that its christmas tuesday. it doesnt feel like normal holidays should really work here. and its still seriously weird that its this cold. i guess we cant do a christmas barbeque like the usual.


[Axl is out doing some Christmas shopping today, blissfully unaware of the curse. Please do bump into him and get some Norse god makeouts!]
12 December 2012 @ 01:54 pm
[Hey look City, it's snowing! And who better to kick off the winter season than an enthusiastic giant Kiwi who is frolicking about like snow is the best thing EVER. It's like witnessing a Great Dane puppy in its first snowfall.

Axl collapses in a snow-bank grinning. He doesn't seem to mind that he's still in his usual skinny jeans and a leather jacket without a hat or gloves.]

This is seriously choice, man! Is it going to snow like this every day?

[ooc: Baby's first snowfall. Axl's in Xanadu enjoying the holiday spirit so come buy and bug him and get your butt kicked in a snowball fight.
23 November 2012 @ 11:34 am
[Axl has learned early on upon arriving in the City that leaving ones device outside of the bedroom is a good safe bet. Which is why when the feed cracks to life it is to a view of Axl's bedroom door. It doesn't stay so uninteresting for long, as suddenly a very loud and very female voice comes from behind the locked door.

The door bangs open, and a very tall blonde woman in boxer briefs and a baggy t-shirt emerges, looking none to pleased.]

Zeb! It happened again!

[The new figures slumps against the wall dejectedly, until noticing the blinking light on the device and dives at it.]


[A moment of scrambling, and the feed ends.]

[ooc: Axl is going to be stuck in his girl body for a bit, because I am cruel to him and it's something which canonically happens to him now and again. Any and all comments about how Axl is much hotter as a woman are actively encouraged.]
21 November 2012 @ 11:55 pm
[Zeb, Mike, and Axl are slumped wearily on the sofa. Zeb is half-heartedly screwing up paper balls to add to a small pile in front of himself and Mike. Axl is slouched with his sword in his lap. It's Zeb who spots Slenderman, standing directly behind where Axl's sprawled. His only immediate action is to sigh and draw back an arm to take unenthusiastic (but carefully judged) aim with his paper ball. Mike grabs some paper himself, but not before rolling his eyes with a heavy, put upon sigh.]

It's right behind you again, Axl.

[Axl swings his sword and Zeb throws his paper, but it's Mike who hits it with a wad of paper carelessly thrown a good foot to its left. Suddenly Slenderman is no longer where he was previously and is right in Mike's firing line. Zeb looks utterly offended. His throw should have hit Slenderman perfectly.]

That is so unfair. There's no way that should count.

I'm not the one who came up with the contest, Zeb.

[This time he throws a paper ball at Zeb... only for Slenderman to appear directly in front of him and take the hit. Zeb is disgusted, though he probaby shouldn't be surprised by now.]

You weren't even aiming for him that time. Axl. Tell him that doesn't count.

[ooc: Zeb is orange, Mike is green, Axl is a lazy butt who doesn't say anything.]
13 November 2012 @ 08:38 pm
[Filtered away from the resident Johnsons]

Oi, you lot. Gods or whatever. We need to make a deal.

[ooc: tl;dr - "You may be Bragi, God of Pick Up Lines, but I'm Odin and I fucking RULE YOU!" Yep, the City just posted a memory with Axl admitting to being the All Father, leader of the pantheon of Norse Gods. Have fun with that, everyone! Axl is out drinking when this goes up so replies will be either from a slightly inebriated Odin at the time or a very hung-over and regretful one in the morning.]
03 November 2012 @ 11:30 am
Um, there's like, heaps more people here today. Is this like a weekends thing? Does this place have tourists?

[Filtered to Mike and Zeb]

Zeb and I reckon we should start looking for flat, eh. You're in, right?

[ooc: OPEN TO EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. Other gods are particularly welcome. He will be out apartment hunting if you'd like to bump into him.]
26 October 2012 @ 09:35 am

in case anyone was wondering getting shot with an arrow is really really not fun. im like an expert on the subject now.

srsly who gets shot with an arrow TWICE?! SEPARATELY
20 October 2012 @ 03:40 pm
[The feed starts with a audio. Someone obviously thinks their device is a phone and is attempting to leave a voicemail.]

Mike? Um, what’s going on here? Is this like some God shit? You told me Goddess ceremonies are different, but I was seriously not expecting this. Not until the drinking started, anyway.

And Mike? If you’re just fucking with me this is seriously NOT the time. Call me back, yeah?

[Axl ends the call, inadvertently turning on the video. There’s a shot of a young man in skinny jeans and a t-shirt, soaked completely to the skin before he shoves the phone in his pocket. His voice is heard muffled through his jeans before it turns off.]

Uh, ‘scuse me? I’m not in Auckland, am I? It's in New Zealand, yeah.

Oh... fuck.

[ooc: You are now plus one Norse god, City! Action for anyone near the fountain. Axl is 6'3" and soaking wet so he will be easy to spot. BRING HIM A TOWEL BEFORE HE CATCHES HIS DEATH and takes everyone with him.]