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asgardsflight) wrote2019-05-09 12:59 pm
asgardsflight) wrote2019-05-09 12:59 pm
HONIR'S TEMPLE - OPEN LOG
 Who: ANYONE; Honir may or may not appear if asked to (and even if not!) What: Any interactions that take place in Honir's temple. When: ANYTIME; the temple does not lock or close in any way, and this log is permanently open. Where: Flakkaheim, in Honir's district. Rating: Please take anything adult rated to a private log; everything else is welcome. This is a permanent open log for anything that takes place in Honir's temple. Using this log is completely optional and you are welcome to use the log community instead. This is just one easy way to get an NPC handler's eyes on something you may want Honir to be aware of, whether the god actually makes an appearance in your thread or not. You are welcome to play out threads with other characters as well, or even just leave your own comment of something your character is doing alone in the temple. This is a completely open action log for literally anything. If your character wishes to make contact with Honir, you can simply leave a comment here with an OOC note or plot it out ahead of time! How your character attempts to gain his attention is their choice, just as it is his choice whether or not to respond. Comments on this post are valid for AC.  navigation. |
dear honir, it's ya boi
Honir!
❰ then his hands drop back down to his sides, and he glances around in search of the god in question.
as soon as honir arrives, lalli wastes no time in announcing: ❱ We need meat. ❰ not want - need. ❱
pls forgive ur patron lalli, he knows not what he does
[ It's as effective as any other method of summoning them to their temples - but then Honir is there, looking as happily clueless as ever. ]
Food meat, for eating? Like a meat bun?
[ He will make you some meat buns! Shouyou showed him how! ]
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Like... beef. Or venison. ❰ does honir even know what those things are? lalli can never tell, with him. ❱
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A veni... son.
[ Yes. He knows what that could be. Maybe. But just to be sure - ]
Can you describe it for me?
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Beef is cow. Venison is deer. It's-... ❰ how do you even describe meat?? jumalauta -
his brow flickers in something like impatience, more at the difficulty than at honir himself. ❱ Can't you just look in my head?
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Do you want me to?
[ He won't do it unless he wants him to. No one said he wasn't allowed; it just seems polite. ]
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one shoulder lifts in a shrug. ❱ Go ahead. ❰ which isn't to say that he isn't bracing himself a little, but he's also helpfully trying to think about his experiences with both beef and venison over the course of a number of different meals. the way it tastes, the texture, what it looks like before and after it's cooked. ❱
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[ He startles a little, but within a blink of the eye, he holds out a strangely accurate recreation of the section of venison Lalli might typically pull off of a fire, except it's displayed on a nice platter. Still has that fresh smoky scent wafting away from it - but it's sitting there on a plate.
Honir offers it to him with a hopeful look. ]
Is this it? A veni-son?
[ He keeps pronouncing it "vennison," extending the n for just a second too long. But this is what he meant, right? ]
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neither of those things actually occur. instead, while lalli is very much still waiting for the process to even begin, honir holds out a platter of hot, juicy deer flank.
lalli blinks at it for a moment. then, all at once, a look of something like wonder dawns across his face. his next breath comes much lighter, a mere half-step short of a laugh. and he nods. ❱ It is, ❰ he says, saving any elaboration for the moment it takes to rein his enthusiasm (yes, this counts as enthusiasm) back under control.
then, more seriously: ❱ That's exactly it. ❰ his brow flickers as something occurs to him, but honir isn't left to wonder. ❱ You should try some. If gods can eat. ❰ he's hardly one to be so generous usually, but he's in unusually high spirits at the moment. ❱
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Okay! We can share it!
[ And because eating is supposed to happen around a fire - at least as far as Honir understands to be a "normal" occurrence in Lalli's memories - a small campfire appears a couple feet to the side of them. Honir happily sits on the ground in front of it and holds out a brand new second plate to Lalli without remarking on the conjuration in any way, treating it as absolutely - well, "normal." ]
I haven't eaten very many things, but I'm very excited to try this. It doesn't smell rotten, but it definitely smells dead!
[ He says it like it's a good thing, because he's still not really sure what mortals are supposed to smell. ]
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Dead smells better cooked, ❰ he explains, as if the god's ignorance is also the most normal thing in the world. ❱ Guess it's different for a god. If you're... mortal, if something might make you sick, your brain tells you it smells bad.
❰ all the while he's picking a bit of the meat off with his fingertips. now he pops it into his mouth, and his next breath is a deeply pleased sort of sigh. ❱
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Mm! This is a lot better than the first food I made! How does it work, then? If dead and cooked smells good and tastes good, but a bad smell means you might get sick, what if it doesn't have any smell? Is it still a food?
[ Is he asking how smells work or how food works? Both, most likely. ]
sorry for this horrendous lateness
the question has his brow knitting a little, thoughtful as he chews and swallows the impossibly delicious bite. ❱
If it doesn't smell, it doesn't taste much either, ❰ he says. ❱ They're connected. Dunno why. ❰ but as an afterthought: ❱ Doesn't mean it's not food, though. Just that it's not good food. Better than rotting, though.
shh I am the actual worst I have done no tags but I had to do this
So that's why it tasted like sadness! But it might still be food? Would you try it for me?
[ And without waiting for an answer, Honir will hold out his hand and very sincerely, honestly and excitedly curious, offers Lalli a paper napkin. Just. A brown fucking paper napkin. ]
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a napkin??
lalli looks down at the napkin, then back up at honir, then down at the napkin again. he very briefly considers the possibility that this is a joke, but honir's face looks so earnest that in this moment, lalli feels inexplicably endeared to this dumb delighted man-god. ❱
That's a napkin, ❰ he says, sounding a bit more bemused than he intended to. his eyes lift once again to honir, because: ❱ You ate a napkin?
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Only half.
[ :(
He withdraws his hand to hold the napkin up in front of him, looking at it from side to side. ]
What do you do with it, then? A napkin.
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right.
that's.... not better. ❱
You wipe things, I guess. Spills, or if you get food on your face.
❰ that's what you're supposed to do, anyway. lalli just uses his sleeve. ❱
Morning
Gamora and he tried to rouse her from sleep to no avail. Her pulse was there and constant, she just wasn't moving and nothing would get the little girl to open his eyes. At a loss, and fearing that it might be some sort of curse, Pete headed to Honir's temple in hopes to find the God there and talk to him. He was Alice's assigned god, he might know what to do.
A few months ago, Peter would have been annoyed at the idea of asking any kind of favours to the gods but he had come to respect and appreciate some of them. He absent-mindedly wondered if this is what Stockholm syndrome really is about. His familiar Sandy, in the shape of a pink robin, has sitting on his shoulder as he walked around the temple looking for Honir. Peter is frantically walking in and out of rooms, opening door and generally looking worried sick. ]