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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-11 05:57 pm
almightythor) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-11 05:57 pm
thunder cracks and lightning strikes
WHO: Thor Odinson
WHERE: The Fountain, the village road
WHEN: 10 September
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open
Battle was something that sung to him. Thor knew that as a king, he should want to see his people in peace and prosperity and, all told, he did but there was something about battle that drove him to be his best. He loved to fight, to champion those who needed to be championed and he loved to put down tyranny whenever he could. It was this desire that led him to continue to lend his aid to the Avengers and it was this desire that had brought him to Sokovia to begin with.
He'd fought alongside Rogers and Stark, had lent the strength of his hammer to Romanoff and Barton. There was little he wouldn't do for his comrades at arms and even less he wouldn't do in defense of someone helpless, of a city on the brink of peril. He would fight until there was no more strength in his body and, even then, he wouldn't be broken. He wouldn't allow death and tyranny to plague the people of Midgard or any of the other realms so long as he still drew breath.
So how was it, exactly, that he'd wound up in this place? The world had begun to spun after taking a particularly-painful blow and when Thor could open his eyes again, he was in a rapidly-draining pool. He clawed himself upward, scrabbling against the lip of stone, and hauled himself to the ground only to find that it, too, was quaking. An earthquake. How could it be? What did this herald? Long ago, the people of Midgard had read much into such natural phenomena and had thought them portents of something dangerous; Thor knew them to be only the natural shifts and pulls of the earth but he hadn't been in anything as violent as this in a long, long while.
He launched himself to his feet, thinking little about the loss of his armor or Mjolnir and ran away from the trees in hopes that he wouldn't be struck. It would take a great deal to fell him, yes, but he didn't want to find himself compromised in a place that was unfamiliar and seemingly dangerous. Running brought him along to a village, of sorts, though it did not look like anything Midgard or Asgard had to offer. The ground had stopped quaking for a moment and he kept his steps cautious; would it begin again?
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, voice loud and far beyond being polite. He had been in the heat of a great battle, had been needed alongside the rest of his team. Here, he was no use to anyone. What if someone needed him? What if his hammer struck the final blow and now, with him out of sight, the battle was lost?
"It had better not involve Loki," he muttered, somewhat softer. If his brother had a hand in this, there would be hell to pay.
WHERE: The Fountain, the village road
WHEN: 10 September
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open
Battle was something that sung to him. Thor knew that as a king, he should want to see his people in peace and prosperity and, all told, he did but there was something about battle that drove him to be his best. He loved to fight, to champion those who needed to be championed and he loved to put down tyranny whenever he could. It was this desire that led him to continue to lend his aid to the Avengers and it was this desire that had brought him to Sokovia to begin with.
He'd fought alongside Rogers and Stark, had lent the strength of his hammer to Romanoff and Barton. There was little he wouldn't do for his comrades at arms and even less he wouldn't do in defense of someone helpless, of a city on the brink of peril. He would fight until there was no more strength in his body and, even then, he wouldn't be broken. He wouldn't allow death and tyranny to plague the people of Midgard or any of the other realms so long as he still drew breath.
So how was it, exactly, that he'd wound up in this place? The world had begun to spun after taking a particularly-painful blow and when Thor could open his eyes again, he was in a rapidly-draining pool. He clawed himself upward, scrabbling against the lip of stone, and hauled himself to the ground only to find that it, too, was quaking. An earthquake. How could it be? What did this herald? Long ago, the people of Midgard had read much into such natural phenomena and had thought them portents of something dangerous; Thor knew them to be only the natural shifts and pulls of the earth but he hadn't been in anything as violent as this in a long, long while.
He launched himself to his feet, thinking little about the loss of his armor or Mjolnir and ran away from the trees in hopes that he wouldn't be struck. It would take a great deal to fell him, yes, but he didn't want to find himself compromised in a place that was unfamiliar and seemingly dangerous. Running brought him along to a village, of sorts, though it did not look like anything Midgard or Asgard had to offer. The ground had stopped quaking for a moment and he kept his steps cautious; would it begin again?
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, voice loud and far beyond being polite. He had been in the heat of a great battle, had been needed alongside the rest of his team. Here, he was no use to anyone. What if someone needed him? What if his hammer struck the final blow and now, with him out of sight, the battle was lost?
"It had better not involve Loki," he muttered, somewhat softer. If his brother had a hand in this, there would be hell to pay.
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Sam only hoped that those who had vanished were just taken home and not murdered or something worse. He didn't like to think about it and, since there was literally nothing he could do either way, he didn't dwell on it if he could help it.
He understands what Thor is saying though and nods, "We're all a little bit paranoid in this situation I think. But it's big enough that we can't exactly go it alone either. Most people here are just as lost, confused, and angry as the rest of us. It's the people or group bringing us here, the people not trapped, we should be worried about."
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It was something that weighed heavily on him already. There were other things to concern himself with, it seemed, but Thor still worried for Midgard. He had a duty to that place, to all of the nine realms. How could he fulfill his duty this far away?
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"Besides, he finally added, "Not a lot we can do about that until we figure out a way home. That's our goal and so far we're still completely lost as to how to achieve it. There's a lot going on here and worrying about home on top of it isn't going to help much."
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"Still, I worry regardless. You know that responsibility weighs heavily upon my shoulders, as it does all of us." It didn't once. Once, Thor had been content to make war and love as he pleased, to go to battle and to sing his own praises as he saw fit. Now, he was tempered by age and grief.
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"We're doing our best with what we have. A woman named Jo and I have taken to scouting the area on a regular basis to try and figure things out -- we still have more questions than answers, but we're not just sitting around either." He wanted to make it clear that they were doing all that they could for the time being. Maybe with someone like Thor they could do more. Even if he didn't have his full powers, there was a chance his sheer build would be an asset here.
"Besides, you're still part of a team here. Kinda means you don't have to shoulder everything yourself."
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Sam was among those he could trust, after all.
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