nexus_crossings | Learning to Fend for Yourself

Learning to Fend for Yourself

After a brief absence from the Nexus, Hunter has returned. He is still without his magic, as evident by the growth of hair on his head and not being covered by tattoos or piercings. However, Hunter does not have one tattoo, a freshly-created recreation of the rose bush tattoo on his left forearm.

Hunter seems to be deep in thought, as he taps a pencil on a large sketch book with one hand. His other hand is playing with a protection rune hanging from his neck.

"If you had to face a foe that has abilities you do not... how would you prepare yourself?" Something about his question might clue a listener to the fact that this is not hypothetical.

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Hunter's concern is a valid one, but even in the wake of the losses of his own he's lived through recently, Thor still looks at him. "Then tell them the dangers, and let them choose whether to risk themselves. She might learn of them anyway; isn't it better for them to be prepared?"

He thinks of Bellatrix. And the attack at his apartment to get to Hermione that had caused him to be injured. And he nods.

"I need to find a way to learn more about her, so they can be prepared. I just don't know where to start. The only thing I know of Kendra is that she was connected to the Seven Sisters. Tied to the actual stars of that name. Karlene may be too.."

Thor's brows draw together in a frown as he considers that. Seven Sisters... he's pretty sure he knows what star cluster Hunter means, though he knows them as Freyja's Hens. Not very helpful. "I'm told there's a library here somewhere. Maybe that could be a starting point."

Hunter recognizes the look of deep thought. "Did you recognize the name?"

"The Grand Library? I have not been there yet, but I know Hermione goes there often."

"No. Well, yes. But it's nothing helpful. Unless she's secretly a pheasant." He's doubtful, but hey, you never know. Weirder things have happened.

"I haven't either. I'm more of a hands-on learner, myself."

“I can ask Hermione to join me for a study session. It is a good suggestion.”

Hunter still feels a little nervous. It is his life on the line.

"Your witch friend." He recognizes the name from earlier, and nods towards the rune around Hunter's neck. "Yes, good. She'd know what to look for better than I."

"And to research how different cultures consider the Seven Sisters just might give me a clue on how to proceed."

"I know there is likely not much a God might need, but if there is anything I can do to help you. Let me know."

Thor chuckles, but not because the offer is a ridiculous one. "It could be more likely than you think. I've had help from Midgardians before, and I've never once regretted it."

Hunter writes down his PINpoint information. And holds it out to Thor.

"I am glad we met."

Thor takes the number automatically, and frowns in puzzlement for a moment before he realizes what it's for. "Ah, for the Bifrost devices. I have one of those. Somewhere." He pats himself down, locating Rogers' pockets until he finds one with a rectangular lump in it. Ridiculous that he even needs one at all, but if hanging around humans has taught him anything, it's that it pays to take advantage of opportunity.

His PINpoint is something like a smartphone, if smartphones were made out of clear glass all the way through, one edge lined with silver. The display is all in runes, the language close to but not quite Old Norse. Thor taps out the number, storing it in the device's memory, before pulling up his own identification and showing it to Hunter.

Hunter's PINpoint is unique in the fact that he designed the phone case that it holds it. He puts in the PINpoint information, saving it as Thor, God of Thunder.

He nods to the runes. "If you haven't met Hermione yet, I should introduce the two of you. She would love learning your written language."

Thor raises his eyebrows and glances down at the device. "She doesn't know it already? I thought with you wearing Elgr, she had some idea already."

Hunter looked down at his rune. "Hermione called it Algiz..."

There's a lot that's changed since the Jotun War, especially on the Earth side of things. With as much as has been misinterpreted or misunderstood over the centuries, it's little surprise the language would change too, especially when it comes to such a short-lived species. "Another name for it," he says smoothly. "But it still means the same thing."

"Oh." Hunter blushes slightly.

"Is it one of those Gods live a long time, and you were there when the language was created?"

"Created, no," Thor says, stifling a laugh. "But I was a babe when your people started learning our tongue, so from your point of view, why not."

"Then you are likely older than Kendra." And learning that Kendra herself was centuries old was a little startling for Hunter.

Up until this moment, Thor hadn't considered the possibility that he wouldn't be older than this Kendra witch, and he raises his eyebrows. "Perhaps? Unless she is more than fifteen hundred years old."

"She was from Ancient Greece. What I consider ancient Greece. 8th Century BCE?" Hunter looks at Thor, uncertain if he would know that date or not.

He's familiar enough with Earth standards of time these days, fortunately. He smiles slightly and shakes his head. Ancient, hah! He doesn't laugh out loud though, that'd be rude, right? "I have a few centuries on her, then."

"Too bad. I was half hoping that you were around the same time as she was." Hunter chuckles. "But I guess I am not going to get my answers that easily."

"I did spend some time on Midgard during that era, but my travels were mostly in the peninsula known now as Norway. I've never been to Greece," he says contemplatively, mentally running through the many, many places the Avengers have fought against their enemies. No, not in more recent days, either.

"I think I will head to the library today. At least start researching what I do know..." Hunter stands. And offers his hand to the God of Thunder.

"Thank you for the advice."

"You're welcome." Thor shakes his hand firmly, steely strength held well under control. "Good luck to you, Hunter."

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