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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]

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.]