by Jeydon » Tue Jul 24, 2018 10:49 pm
"Oh, I know," Pascal responded, turning to Hyrr as he approached. A vaguely judgmental gaze quickly flickered across the other man, taking him in. "But honestly, is Odin going to listen if I'm all polite and 'your majesty' on him?" Pascal's voice changed, slipping into a thicker, more archaic French accent, as his voice took on a mocking tone, "My dearest Odin, your majesty, would you be so kind as to venture to lend us the knowledge of the current state of your modern technology? My most sincere gratitude in advance."
Pascal slipped quickly out of the act, a sneer dancing across his features. "Yeah, I'm Loki's son. Who are you - Tyr's? Hel's, maybe? So sorry I don't remember, but, y'know-" Pascal's voice raised sharply as he continued, a bitter contempt directed once again at the assumed metaphysical presence of Odin, "-fifteen years on Midgard might do that to people!"
The words harbored a deep indignation; resent. The man wasn't just playing now, trying to get on the god's nerves - this was true scorn, a bitter anger that had festered deep within Pascal for the past fifteen years.