Agents of Helheim

"Agents of Helheim" is an Act 1 thread written on March 22, 2020.
==Summary==
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A small black boot planted itself by Juro’s head, the wooden beam of the Great Hall’s rafters creaking underneath where he stretched himself out, hiding from the rebels below. He brought up a lanky hand to lift his notebook off his face, and peeked under the pages, “Heya.”
“Heya yourself.” Akkey quipped, taking her place on his other side, one foot swinging below her to keep herself balanced, “So? You’ve shown yourself here hmm? Caused a riot yet?”
“I’m not that bad,” he grinned easily, covering his face again with his notebook. The words came out muffled.
“You bust into places uninvited, refuse to take a side while mingling in the crowd, write in that damned notebook 24/7, cause distrust and suspicion, nobody really knows that much about you nor do you let them other than the most shallow of surfaces, barely grow a day older in the past 20 years I’ve known you, and you’re not that bad?”
“No help, no harm.” He waved his hand, laughing at the quick dig at his non-changing age, “Besides, sometimes I do some stuff to push things along.”
“Yeah but still barely. And nosy onlookers aren’t always the most comforting.” she huffed, knowing that he wasn’t there to put anyone at ease in the first place. They’ve had this conversation countless of times already, and it always ends with agree to disagree.
“Well, what’s happening now?” she asked, legitimately curious. Juro may piss her off, but his information was always reliable.
“Hmm… I met Liam and he figured out I was an agent, we went to Temple Gate and saved a bunch of people from Red Card, there was that trial against Indigo, Dixie’s your supplier now, but you knew that, I talked to Stonegit for the first time,” he checked off his list with his fingers, still talking from underneath the book, “Oh yeah, I got some stuff to do for Milae, too. Found some shit about Frigga and Eir. Want it?”
Akkey stared blankly at him. She asked for it, yes, but sometimes the information overload was hard to keep up with, “Yeah. But later, when you talk to Milae.”
“Okay,” he drawled out.
They fell into silence, and the dull noise of the crowd from below as they all came in for dinner filled the air. She flicked her eyes from rebel to rebel, glad to see that people were at least healthy and alive.
“Juro.” she suddenly said.
“Hmm.”
She hesitated, “…I met myself in another timeline. The one where Blunt and I…”
If Juro was a half breed, his animal ears would’ve visibly perked up. He took the notebook off his face and lifted his head in interest, “The Blakkey timeline.”
She pursed her lips in annoyance. He had that face of eager curiosity that always somehow ticked her off when he did it, and the nickname didn’t help, but she continued anyway, “The what? Anyway. Ever since I met Milae, I’ve been learning and experiencing all these other alternate timelines. Sometimes I’m able to connect to them, but never on purpose. But it still happens.”
“Right,” Juro nodded with his lazy smirk, paying closer attention now.
“I know you’re dying to know what happened in all of those, I’ll tell you dont worry. But I’m just wondering if that–” she pointed towards the journal, “–and all the ‘history writing’ you do… you’re also writing about the other timelines, aren’t you… I’m assuming that’s how you found out that new info about Frigga?”
He sat up, smiling easily, “Yep! You got it.”
“And if there’s another me and another Blunt and everyone else, is there also another you?” she asked carefully.
Juro gave a gentle laugh, “That’s right.” He stuffed his notebook away, and for once spoke to Akkey in the moment, “I am a Bookkeeper. I know you know that. But there’s so many more of us. There’s thousands, millions of us, at least one in every timeline. We’re not all the same, but we all exist with the same goal. Our job is to be as neutral as reality would let us be, and record the true history into the Library in the process.”
Her brows furrowed, the creases in her forehead deepening as she processed this, “And all of this… I’m assuming, is under an agreement with Hel?” He nodded pleasantly.
“If I asked why you’re doing all this… would you tell me?”
Juro blinked slowly under his glasses, his amber eyes suddenly looking so ancient and tired under the dim shadows of the Great Hall. He almost seemed…sad, and it was a mood that Akkey had never, ever seen him have. She was a little taken aback, honestly.
He shook his head, his sandy blonde hair swishing at the motion.
“No.” he said quietly, “I wouldn’t.”
She pressed her lips apologetically, then nodded, dropping the subject, “Alright. Let me know when you talk to Milae.” she stood and disappeared into a portal, leaving Juro by himself in the darkness of the rafters.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Jin Juro
Category:Akkey Black