Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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nexus_crossings2018-09-01 09:05 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-09-01 09:05 pm
+1 King of Asgard
Thor really should have no right to be as cheery as he is right now. Mjolnir destroyed, his father dead, his eye ruined, Asgard exploded, the last of his people crammed together onto a single spaceship on their way to seek aslyum on Midgard, one cannot really say they've been having a good day, to put it mildly.
But it could be worse.
It's taken him years to fully understand what it means to sit on the throne of Asgard, and now that kingship falls to him at last, the lack of that throne doesn't bother him at all. Asgard isn't a place to rule, it's a people to guide. And even if they couldn't save all of them, those who remain are precious to him. A new start awaits them all on Earth.
Or so he hopes.
Thor strides down the corridor of the Statesman, cape billowing behind him as he navigates his way towards the bridge. Hmm. Or was it this way? It's so easy to get turned around in this blasted thing. But ah, the sound of a multitude of voices; surely this is the way.
It takes him a moment to realize that he's no longer surrounded by Asgardians, or even Korg's crew. No, the people here are of all shapes and sizes, and the sky above him suddenly opens up, wide and blue. Not on a spaceship anymore. How very strange to find himself suddenly transported across the galaxy - again - without so much as being shot through the Bifrost. His attention is caught by a familiar voice, and despite his confusion, a delighted grin lights upon his countenance to see his good friend Rogers giving prerecorded messages in his battle regalia.
Perhaps this is Midgard, then? But no, the more he listens, the more he understands. A place between the worlds, hmm. A place to seek counsel, and befriend countless warriors from across the universe. Thor crosses his arms over his chest, and contemplates what question he should ask. Something somewhat relevant to his current situation, perhaps. "If you were put in a position of power, what would you first command?"
But it could be worse.
It's taken him years to fully understand what it means to sit on the throne of Asgard, and now that kingship falls to him at last, the lack of that throne doesn't bother him at all. Asgard isn't a place to rule, it's a people to guide. And even if they couldn't save all of them, those who remain are precious to him. A new start awaits them all on Earth.
Or so he hopes.
Thor strides down the corridor of the Statesman, cape billowing behind him as he navigates his way towards the bridge. Hmm. Or was it this way? It's so easy to get turned around in this blasted thing. But ah, the sound of a multitude of voices; surely this is the way.
It takes him a moment to realize that he's no longer surrounded by Asgardians, or even Korg's crew. No, the people here are of all shapes and sizes, and the sky above him suddenly opens up, wide and blue. Not on a spaceship anymore. How very strange to find himself suddenly transported across the galaxy - again - without so much as being shot through the Bifrost. His attention is caught by a familiar voice, and despite his confusion, a delighted grin lights upon his countenance to see his good friend Rogers giving prerecorded messages in his battle regalia.
Perhaps this is Midgard, then? But no, the more he listens, the more he understands. A place between the worlds, hmm. A place to seek counsel, and befriend countless warriors from across the universe. Thor crosses his arms over his chest, and contemplates what question he should ask. Something somewhat relevant to his current situation, perhaps. "If you were put in a position of power, what would you first command?"
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She hums in agreement, "Aye, I suppose around here that's called a resume. She replies but yes, all good ideas. "Especially as..hmm villains have a way of splitting some of us up and a fondness for memory meddling." She states wryly with a huff.
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Honestly, this place seemed like well a perfect place for a trickster or two to hang out. She's frankly surprised she hasn't seen someone other than well Reynard hereabouts.
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"True..Halloween..er that's a big havest time festival..had some major craziness during the part of the big parties.." She informs him and shivers. "I remeber not long after I first got here..there was a big battle..cause a enhanced fellow slash conqurer named Khan got ahold of a very powerful..erm artifact." She does her best to summeize least till he wants more intel or info.
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He listens with a frown, not recognizing the festival she names, but that's hardly important compared to the rest of what she's saying. "A magical weapon of some kind?"
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She blinks and then nods several times, "Aye..um I'm not sure which..world he got it from...exactly.Though I know it has to be home to one..of the Lantern Corps...It was a ring that channels..emotions in this case. Warth into energy..or power." She does her best to explain.
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Being a healer and peacekeeper first and foremost such things make her doubly anxious. Though she will defend those and where she must if need be. "Though most folks..tend to be looking for...er answers of some sort or the like when they first end up here." She informs him warmly. Though there is a wide range of colorful characters that have passed through on the regular.
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She beams at that, pleased. Awesomesauce they could always use more friendly sorts of people. "Glad to hear it."