IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

Comments

[deductions]

Considering this is coming from the girl who fed me god knows in the middle of a war, it is not that far a leap.

[samantha_grey]

Hey, I told you what it was going to do. We were just testing durations you know.

[deductions]

I only consented because the war was dull.

[samantha_grey]

Hah. Well, I gotta admit, getting your tongue hit with magic Novocain is definitely one way to liven a day up.

[deductions]

I do wonder what you've managed to cook up for the next war, Ms. Grey.

[samantha_grey]

I'm working on powder bombs. It's an old trick from Japan in my world. Fill an egg with a bit of powder, pepper and other nasty crap, toss it in someone's face, and it stuns them for a second.

I'm seeing if alchemical ingredients can be mixed with talcum powder. If it works, I might get short bursts of nasty effects like that.