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[sonofacesius]

So, anyone know how to get this thing out of your head? I really don't want to end up as monster bait and considering I haven't used as much as a cell phone in years, having something like this implanted directly into my brain is super sketchy and kind of dangerous. Technology and me don't really get along.

Actually, you know what? I got a scalpel. Nevermind. Anyone got a mirror? I'll figure it out.

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[ragnarsson]

Now there's an idea I can get behind. Let me know if you need any help, since I feel like this will involve a lot of blood.

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[sonofacesius]

[Why did this guy sound like a son of Ares?]

....You sound like you might need a different hobby.

[ragnarsson]

[Well, grandson of Odin, but close enough on the whole 'bloodthirsty god' concept.]

Nah, I think I'll stick with the one of plotting all my enemies' deaths.

[sonofacesius]

[Ahh yes, quite familiar.]

And how's that going for you?

[ragnarsson]

I've been doing quite well. There's a few that have escaped my grasp, but they can't run forever.

[He sounds quite cheerful about going after them all and giving them the most painful deaths he can imagine.]

[sonofacesius]

....How nice for you. You ever think of another hobby? One with less violence?

[ragnarsson]

I have had some before. Unfortunately, my pets aren't here with me.

[Dangerous, deadly pets. Pokemon were a lot less cute and cuddly when they turned their attacks on human beings that weren't from an anime setting.]

[sonofacesius]

[You having pets was a terrifying thought.]

.......Have you tried yoga?

[ragnarsson]

I've only very little idea of what that is, but I can assure you I probably wouldn't like it.

[sonofacesius]

Considering it doensn't involve violence, probably.

[ragnarsson]

See, now you're getting it. You seem to understand me quite well on such short acquaintance.

[sonofacesius]

You remind me of people I know. Children of Ares. Uh, God of War. You guys would probably get along. Or kill each other brutally.

[ragnarsson]

Sounds about right. Ares, is that a Greek god?

[Looks like Ivar at least knows a little bit about the other major pantheons.]

[sonofacesius]

That's right, you know your Greek Gods.

.....Personally?

[ragnarsson]

Not personally, no. But I've known a few Greek demigods. There was a few of them in the last place I was in before coming here. One taught me a bit of Greek.

[sonofacesius]

Oh really? Anyone I might know?

[ragnarsson]

Let's see.

[It takes him a moment to recall all those he'd met during his time in the city on the moon.]

There was Nice de Angelo, a son of Hades. He was my roommate Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite. We worked together. And Alex Fierro, child of Loki. She was... [Well, he doesn't feel like going into how much they had flirted, so he just drops the sentence.] Seemed like the place drew them in or something.

[sonofacesius]

Oh, Nico. Yeah, he's here.

[Will leaves out the 'boyfriend' part of the equation, given just how shy Nico is about the entire thing.]

Piper I know. But Alex Fierro, huh. I didn't know there were Norse demigods too. Go figure.

[ragnarsson]

Is he now?

[Ivar had been unaware of that. It was too much to hope it might be the same version he'd known. This place had an annoying habit of bringing in multiple versions of the same person he'd known.]

Of course there are. My father was one of them. Ragnar, son of Odin.

[Which made Ivar Odin's grandson. What do you call the grandson of a god? A demi-demigod?]

[sonofacesius]

Oh, you're a legacy! That's what we call it, when someone's a descendant of a demigod.

[ragnarsson]

Legacy, hmmm? [He rolls the word around in his mind for a moment.] That's a good word to describe it, yes.

[sonofacesius]

Do you have any abilities or talents?

[Will's going to assume it's on the more violent end of the spectrum. Just a guess.]

[ragnarsson]

Nothing like what Greek demigods get. My mother had the gift of prophecy, but she didn't pass it down to any of her sons.

[That's what happened when both of his parents were related to Odin, Aslaug being his great-great-great-great granddaughter. Really, it's a wonder Ivar didn't have six toes.]