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[midgardserpent]

Everything was wrong.

There was no other way to put it. Everything was absolutely, utterly, horrifyingly wrong. He, he, the snake that encircled the world, the Midgard Serpent, had woken up in a human body.

The sudden shift in awareness alone was almost terrifying.

Almost.

Did they think that being trapped under the sea, doomed to hold your own tail until the end of time, did they think it wasn't humiliating and punishing enough? It wasn't enough to banish him to the mind-numbing boring eternity, no. Now they had to trap him inside this weak, pathetic, tiny human body and laugh while they watched him struggle to learn to use it.

There was only one group of people who could possibly be that they.

The Aesir. Odin, chief among gods, the one who had tossed him into the sea to begin with, this could only be his fault, his master plan. So now he was defying the very prophecies they held so sacred?

Well then. Jormungandr had never thought much of those prophecies anyway.

It took him two hours of slowly flexing each muscle, bending each joint, breathing in and out, blinking, and looking around at his surroundings, before he finally felt comfortable trying to stand. It took several more hours of trial and error and watching the strange creature walking around the house and chattering at him before he managed to succeed at walking.

He had no idea what the creature's purpose was except to chatter and be irritating. Obviously it was a human mortal, but why it had been placed here with him and what it was saying was beyond him for the moment. He could recognize its chatter as speech, and he knew that it was saying words, but it had been so, so long since he had needed to understand words that he was having trouble assigning meaning to any of what it was saying.

A pity. It might have some information he could use.

When the human entered and exited through several... he didn't know what they were called, but they opened from one area into another, Jormungandr decided to test the movements of his human body on them. It took him a few tries, but he eventually found himself...

...in direct sunlight.

His immediate reaction was to lift his hand to keep the bright shining orb from blinding him, it was so bright. He saw the sun at its full strength so rarely, it was practically a surprise every time.

Once he adjusted to the sunlight, he looked around.

Nothing looked familiar.

He was expecting it at this point.

[ACTION] If you are about on the streets this fine evening, you may run into Jormungandr, walking slowly, tentatively, and looking around him with... vague interest. Stop and chat if you like, but he isn't going to be very talkative. He may not even understand a word you're saying.

Good luck.

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[action]

[gandere]

[ You know what will really make Jormungandr's day?

Running into this tsundere. Who seems to be awfully pissed off at something else unrelated to him, but he just seems to piss her off more. ]

Hey, what's with that look on your face?

[midgardserpent]

[BEST DAY EVER.

It's another talking. Human. Thing. This one seems to be... angry? Is that the emotion?

It doesn't matter.

Though it seems to be different than the others. The one in the place where he woke up was too... happy. And the ones that called him by name, all of them, too happy.

This one is angry, which makes for a... refreshing change.

Not that it aids him in understanding it. So he'll just watch it, curious. Why is this one different?]

[gandere]

Seriously, why are you looking at me that way?

[ Twitching in place, she raises a fist near her head threateningly. ]

Y-you some kind of pervert or something!?

[midgardserpent]

[Is it angry? Anger is the opposite of happiness, correct? Well this person isn't happy, so they are perhaps angry.

Odd. Why are they angry?]

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[thinkwportals.livejournal.com]

[midgardserpent]

[Who indeed. He sees the wave, obviously a call for attention and... a greeting? He's noticed a few of the happy people doing it, and his first thought is that she's one of them too. He looks at her, expecting her to start chattering in the language that's taking him too long to remember.]

[thinkwportals.livejournal.com]

[midgardserpent]

[...well now that's interesting. She's the first person he's encountered who hasn't immediately started talking at him. He blinks, surprised, and starts to reassess his initial opinion of her.

Clearly she's not one of the happy people, because she's not chattering like the other women do.

And she's actually not chattering at all, which is a bonus.]

action;

[perfectandelegant]

[It's late afternoon when Sakuya crosses his path. She recognizes the look on his face, one not dissimilar to the one she wore earlier in the day.]

Are you new here, too?

[midgardserpent]

[She's talking. Enough people have been talking to him that he's beginning to recognize the words, but most of the meanings still escape him. So he's just going to stare, thanks.]

[perfectandelegant]

[That's odd. She's just going to chalk it up to shyness and a bit of uneasiness. The latter, she can't blame in the slightest.]

I'm Sakuya. This place is called Mayfield.

[midgardserpent]

[He does listen carefully, to try to figure out the words and... well no he's still not really recognizing the words yet. Though that might have been some kind of greeting and... augh this is idiotic. He needs to be able to understand these people so he can find out what is going on.

Obviously, he's getting frustrated.]

[action!]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, Jormy, it's your dad!

...unfortunately, he doesn't seem to notice you at all. In fact, if you're not careful, he'll rollerskate right past you, wondering vaguely why this person is walking so slowly.]

[midgardserpent]

[That's not...

...it is.

It's been centuries since he's last seen him, but that's Loki.

Jormungandr isn't sure if this only validates his suspicion that the Aesir are behind this, or if it disproves it. It's hard to say.

He needs to get his attention somehow... and that's when he wordlessly shouts without thinking.

Oh. So that's how the humans make noise. He stops and tries to make a few more noises, slightly unsuccessfully.

This is frustrating.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[He stops, executing a neat turn to get a look at this guy who'd shouted at him.]

What's your problem?

[midgardserpent]

[Yes, that's definitely Loki. Now how does he tell him who he is.

He hisses softly, irritated.

And that's when a bright and cheery drone woman passes by.]

Why good afternoon, Loki, Jormungandr! It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

[Of course Jormungandr doesn't really know what she said, and he stares after her before looking back to Loki, trying to figure out how to communicate.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is out walking (no, she's not on patrol, what are you thinking) and notices a new face. She waves. ]

Hey, been here long?

[midgardserpent]

[Another person getting his attention. Is this another of the happy ones, or the ones like him, the ones who are different? He looks at her, trying to decide.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Another one like Chell, or... ]

[ Ilsa checks the neighborhood for observers, and seeing the immediate area is clear, she holds out her hand, palm up. A marble-sized ball of light appears there. ]

Maybe I can help?

action.

[madeofstoic.livejournal.com]

[ Hey dude have another dude walking down the street back from work. Though he does happen to notice you're not very dronelike, and seem to be a bit confused.

Have a short nod. ]

[midgardserpent]

[He stops and watches him, but he stops and watches everybody, trying to figure out who they are, why they're here, and what the point is.

If there's a point.

There is very rarely a point with any real meaning, in the grand scheme of things. But for short term progress, a point should be identified.

Anyway. This man, is he one of the happy people? Probably not, he's not being sickeningly cheerful like the others. Jormungandr will just observe you for the time being.]

[madeofstoic.livejournal.com]

[ Observing? Hm. Yeah, not a drone. ]

...New 'ere?

[Action]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart's just walking along when he takes note of the strange man examining his surroundings.]

Hey new guy!

[midgardserpent]

[Well that woman cast a spell so that he can understand what's being said to him now, but he still doesn't know how to talk. He stares at the new person, taking a moment to fully comprehend what's been said.

New here.

Yes, he's most definitely new here. And he already is inclined to hate it.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

What, you drunk or something man?

My name's Mart and you're imprisoned here, hate to tell ya.