Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[bearmaidenfair]

Cold weather didn't really bother Vider that much even before she became a berserker, being of pure Scandan stock and all, but there was cold and then there was cold. In light of the current situation, she'd decided to order in rather than venturing out in search of food--yes, the delivery person had to half-freeze, but at least they were being paid for it. She didn't know her way around the various different cuisines here that well yet, so she'd picked a few items off the Chinese place's menu and hoped for the best.

Her hopes had been rewarded when the guy handed her way more food than she'd ordered. What was she supposed to do with all of this?

((Open common room is open!))

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[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Odin, the Norse god?" Eleanor asked. She had read those myths, although she assumed this was a case where the myth was somehow reality. "Do you mean 'mad' as in insane, or angry, or both?"

[bearmaidenfair]

"Sort of both," Vider told her. "It's like...have you ever been so angry you were unable to think clearly? Like that, only more."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor could recall only too well being deep in combat, throwing balls of flame at splicers and relishing their screams. It had frightened her, how angry she had been.

She nodded, hoping Vider couldn't read that so clearly on her face. "I can see where that would be a help," she said. "As well as a hindrance, if you have difficulty switching it off again."

[bearmaidenfair]

"So I have to learn to control it," Vider said. "I'm coming late to it, though, so it's been a bit tricky. Your powers sounded very impressive; only the gods can do such things, where I'm from."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor flushed, but distracted herself by spooning some of the orange-glaze-creation onto a plate.

"I ... wasn't born like this," she said. "I think they were trying to create a god, of sorts. They failed, but not for lack of trying."

[bearmaidenfair]

"Did the gods punish them for their heresy?" Vider asked, merely curious. "Not you, obviously."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor was pleased to be exempted from that.

"Not as of yet," she said, "but one can hope."

That might be a fitting end for Mother: struck down by Odin for heresy.

"Were you born like this?" she asked. "Or are these powers you've learned, or inherited somehow?"