Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

Loki read it with a grin. "Sounds great. Better see if you can send it to both Heimdall and Frigg."

[spirit_queen]

"I already know it's possible to do the double-thing." She answered, then went silent as she sent the message to both Heimdall and Frigg.

We received your message, but I'm afraid we can't answer to your terms. Instead, we're giving you our own terms which is, either you return Sleipnir safe and unharmed, or a certain liasion between the two of you which we have on video will be broadcasted to the world. We'll put the video on YouTube, put up blown up stills from it all over town, and we might even, if we get mad enough, sell the video. You can meet us in the bar down King's Street tomorrow night at 10pm with Sleipnir; we're sure you can disguise him adequately. In return, we'll give you the videos of your little p*rn adventure. You've got until tomorrow morning to get back to us, or we release the videos.

[Miranda_]

Heimdall had been fairly relaxed up til this point; he was horrorstruck on receiving the message. He hurried off to find Frigg.

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite had conked out on her bed, and was oblivious to anything around her.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Frigg was in her bedroom, looking over what shades of lilac best suited her skin tone.

[Miranda_]

Heimdall knocked on the door. Despite his panic, he still kept his manners.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Frigg did in fact get the message, only slightly later then Heimdall. She opened the door. "Let me guess... You got a telepathic wave of a message from the second best group of gods we know about?"

[Miranda_]

"That's right. I didn't even know they'd recorded us doing... well, you know. We can't let them release those videos, we have to do as they say."

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite was still sleeping.
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Athena waited impatiently for a reply.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"I completely agree... Especially if Odin were to get word of this." Frigg said, shaking her head at the mere thought.

Ooc: -.- I hate being grounded. Just got caught on the internet. Now I have to get off. I won't be on a lot again until... Next week. Maybe the weekend, if I'm lucky.