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[moralfibre]

I have no idea what's going on. This all seems like rubbish, and I need to go home... but I can't seem to get back on my own. There's something preventing me from.. ah. Leaving.

[There is a pause as he glances about at the people coming and going along the street outside the hospital. None of them seem to be paying him any mind. Since he normally can't go out without being recognised, he assumes he is in a Muggle city.]

The people I spoke to told me I've been enrolled in public school, and that I'll be assigned a roommate in a flat somewhere. [He makes an exasperated sort of sound.] I'm sorry, I don't have time for any of this.

Comments

[badnewsboy]

I will acquire you a medal. I believe that's what they give those who earn such achievements.

[you_have_heart]

Do not trouble yourself. I still have plenty of trophies for my achievements from Asgard.

[badnewsboy]

And I thought them lost.

[you_have_heart]

They are not the kinds of trophies one loses so easily.

[badnewsboy]

Oh, it was something of a metaphor. Here I wanted to see your wall lined with various trophies of yourself in positions that would display your sportful prowess.

[you_have_heart]

Not very many of those sorts of trophies graced my wall, even back on Asgard. Well, unless you count the magical tomes I penned.

[badnewsboy]

It would have been more impressive if you designed and began your own blog of tomes, Evil-Self.

[you_have_heart]

Blog of tomes? What is this?

[badnewsboy]

An on-line archive of thoughts and information that one takes responsibility to update to a responsive public.

[you_have_heart]

Interesting. I shall have to look into it.

[badnewsboy]

You have to do better to keep up with the times, Older-Self. You may lose yourself in the past and become an old man.