Asgard: Jubilee, Day One
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Finally managed to find the introductory post for Jubilee. So, here it be.
When: Backdated to 6th August 2004.
Who:Jubilation Lee, Lord Jarrod the Dark Elf.
What Happens: We meet Jarrod for the first time and Jubilee finds herself in an unfamiliar forest.
Jarrod was bored; it was something he'd been trying to come to terms with for the past century or so. It wasn't easy being an Immortal dark elven lord. I mean, sure, there was the whole 'living forever' part but when you came right down to it, what did that mean?
Obviously, there was wine and women (Jarrod quite liked the women part) and sometimes song, if there had been enough of the wine part. Still, his drinking companions of late had been somewhat lacking in the voice department. He was going to have to capture another Bard soon, if only in self-defence.
He pondered the best way to capture one; he'd already used the 'Strange tavern in the middle of nowhere' ruse so much that the tale had gotten around, so no help there. He supposed he could just set up a pit trap and hope the first person along was a minstrel but knowing how much the Fates loved a good joke, he'd probably end up with some infernal Fairytale Princess, and he was so not in the market for a bride right now. He could do his own laundry quite well, thankyou very much. Immortality had the benefit of allowing you the time to work out that red socks with white clothes usually meant a horrid amount of pinkness in the future.
Looks like there was no help for it, he'd have to go for the oldest trick in the book and hope that some poor fool hadn't read the bit about not eating or drinking while in fairyland. (And when you think about it, there always is someone who hasn't. Really, the education people got these days, truly quite shocking. It's was the skalds really, and the parents. He had a good mind to write to the local God…only the local God was Loki.)
***
Jubilee had absolutely no idea where she was. One minute she'd been playing baseball and about to whip that really annoying smile off Amanda's face, the next she was in the middle of a really large and old, spooky as all get out, forest. It had to be the sugar…She'd only meant to have one marshmallow that morning but then she'd realised, baseball, and the need for energy during said sport and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Jubilee swore to whoever was listening that she'd never eat another marshmallow again if someone would just take her back to the ballgame.
She paused for a moment, waiting to see if reality resurfaced...it didn't.
Jubilee huffed dramatically, and stomped off in a random direction. Well, if whoever was in charge here wasn't going to fix things, she'd just have to find a way too.
Elsewhere...
Jarrod pondered himself in a mirror. It wasn't that he was vain exactly; more that he had a reputation to keep up. I mean, if you were going to be abducted by someone, wouldn't you want them to make a little effort?
He pondered the hunting leathers he'd put on. Dark brown leather, check. Dried blood stains of indeterminate origin, check. (Well, okay, it was mostly Light elven blood and he'd spent forever trying to get it out but blood was such a pesky substance. It scared the bejesus out of his subjects though. So, bonus.)
Finally managed to find the introductory post for Jubilee. So, here it be.
When: Backdated to 6th August 2004.
Who:Jubilation Lee, Lord Jarrod the Dark Elf.
What Happens: We meet Jarrod for the first time and Jubilee finds herself in an unfamiliar forest.
Jarrod was bored; it was something he'd been trying to come to terms with for the past century or so. It wasn't easy being an Immortal dark elven lord. I mean, sure, there was the whole 'living forever' part but when you came right down to it, what did that mean?
Obviously, there was wine and women (Jarrod quite liked the women part) and sometimes song, if there had been enough of the wine part. Still, his drinking companions of late had been somewhat lacking in the voice department. He was going to have to capture another Bard soon, if only in self-defence.
He pondered the best way to capture one; he'd already used the 'Strange tavern in the middle of nowhere' ruse so much that the tale had gotten around, so no help there. He supposed he could just set up a pit trap and hope the first person along was a minstrel but knowing how much the Fates loved a good joke, he'd probably end up with some infernal Fairytale Princess, and he was so not in the market for a bride right now. He could do his own laundry quite well, thankyou very much. Immortality had the benefit of allowing you the time to work out that red socks with white clothes usually meant a horrid amount of pinkness in the future.
Looks like there was no help for it, he'd have to go for the oldest trick in the book and hope that some poor fool hadn't read the bit about not eating or drinking while in fairyland. (And when you think about it, there always is someone who hasn't. Really, the education people got these days, truly quite shocking. It's was the skalds really, and the parents. He had a good mind to write to the local God…only the local God was Loki.)
***
Jubilee had absolutely no idea where she was. One minute she'd been playing baseball and about to whip that really annoying smile off Amanda's face, the next she was in the middle of a really large and old, spooky as all get out, forest. It had to be the sugar…She'd only meant to have one marshmallow that morning but then she'd realised, baseball, and the need for energy during said sport and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Jubilee swore to whoever was listening that she'd never eat another marshmallow again if someone would just take her back to the ballgame.
She paused for a moment, waiting to see if reality resurfaced...it didn't.
Jubilee huffed dramatically, and stomped off in a random direction. Well, if whoever was in charge here wasn't going to fix things, she'd just have to find a way too.
Elsewhere...
Jarrod pondered himself in a mirror. It wasn't that he was vain exactly; more that he had a reputation to keep up. I mean, if you were going to be abducted by someone, wouldn't you want them to make a little effort?
He pondered the hunting leathers he'd put on. Dark brown leather, check. Dried blood stains of indeterminate origin, check. (Well, okay, it was mostly Light elven blood and he'd spent forever trying to get it out but blood was such a pesky substance. It scared the bejesus out of his subjects though. So, bonus.)
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