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Thor found himself outside of the hotel. Eyes faintly narrowed, he inspected the area for signs of danger, but of signs there were none. Not of danger, at least. Ample signs of debauchery, though. Half-nude humans milling the area with drinks in hand amid a backdrop of artistic tropical decadence. After trodding through the poorer parts of the city in his search, the contrasting wealth and indulgence felt nearly obscene to Thor. Gaudy and suggestive, tasteless and sexual.
Thor had no doubt Stark would be near.
When he heard the billionaire’s name mentioned by a tittering gaggle of barely-of-age and barely-dressed maidens, Thor’s suspicion was verified.
His hunt, evidently, was at an end.
The route had been circuitous. It had been a newscast blaring in a local tavern that had tipped Thor. He had paused just inside the entrance to watch. Footage of the smoking remains of a Stark dwelling right here in Cuba. Other images of the Iron Man suits blazing across the sky. Commentary and speculation from eye-witnesses. Thor had slowly realized that Stark had apparently elected out of the subtle approach. Reproachable as far as tactics went, Thor thought, but the man’s property had paid for the poor judgement. Thor could only hope Stark himself had not perished in the blaze.
Then he had heard rumor from two tavern wastrels, not locals to the region judging by their pale complexions.
“I’d sure like to be in that guy’s will,” the one had said before knocking back a stiff swallow.
“Who? Stark?” the other had answered with a snort. “That guy ain’t dead. I heard he’s throwing some party or something, few blocks from here. Fuckin’ prick probably blew his own damn place up to get some more attention.”
Now here stood Thor, a “few blocks” later. Ignoring some of the intriguing female looks cast his way, and even an offer or twelve for a drink, Thor located the desk where the retainers of this palace appeared to orchestrate events. He regarded the process for a moment, then came forward. He experimentally dinged the bell upon the countertop and was well pleased when the head retainer came quickly to assist.
“May I help you, señor?”
“Yes,” Thor asserted, his bearded face grim, arctic eyes intense, something in his manner and that one simple word causing the other man to shrink back unconsciously. “Find Tony Stark and tell him that Thor Odinson is here to see him.”
Thor had no doubt Stark would be near.
When he heard the billionaire’s name mentioned by a tittering gaggle of barely-of-age and barely-dressed maidens, Thor’s suspicion was verified.
His hunt, evidently, was at an end.
The route had been circuitous. It had been a newscast blaring in a local tavern that had tipped Thor. He had paused just inside the entrance to watch. Footage of the smoking remains of a Stark dwelling right here in Cuba. Other images of the Iron Man suits blazing across the sky. Commentary and speculation from eye-witnesses. Thor had slowly realized that Stark had apparently elected out of the subtle approach. Reproachable as far as tactics went, Thor thought, but the man’s property had paid for the poor judgement. Thor could only hope Stark himself had not perished in the blaze.
Then he had heard rumor from two tavern wastrels, not locals to the region judging by their pale complexions.
“I’d sure like to be in that guy’s will,” the one had said before knocking back a stiff swallow.
“Who? Stark?” the other had answered with a snort. “That guy ain’t dead. I heard he’s throwing some party or something, few blocks from here. Fuckin’ prick probably blew his own damn place up to get some more attention.”
Now here stood Thor, a “few blocks” later. Ignoring some of the intriguing female looks cast his way, and even an offer or twelve for a drink, Thor located the desk where the retainers of this palace appeared to orchestrate events. He regarded the process for a moment, then came forward. He experimentally dinged the bell upon the countertop and was well pleased when the head retainer came quickly to assist.
“May I help you, señor?”
“Yes,” Thor asserted, his bearded face grim, arctic eyes intense, something in his manner and that one simple word causing the other man to shrink back unconsciously. “Find Tony Stark and tell him that Thor Odinson is here to see him.”
Hey, don't discount Thor.
An intro to put Thor on the ground. Interaction to come next, I suspect.
A sparkling splash of galaxies above and below, glorious Asgard reaching heavenward in the distance. The Bifrost Bridge, a massive glittering highway paved in rainbow. Two figures of legend standing upon the many hues, shoulder to shoulder, speaking quietly...
“She is safe?” Thor asked, both the question and the concern a routine as familiar as breathing.
“Aye,” Heimdall rumbled, staring grimly into the infinite, dark and deadly hands deceptively lax upon the pommel of his planted greatblade. “She has fled, my prince. She hides, protecting our secrets from they who search. What few secrets there are left to protect. She is safe enough. For now.” A small pause. “Yet I cannot speak the same for the others.”
The arctic eyes of the thunder god narrowed. The recent news of Midgard had been troubling to say the least. Mysterious massacres. Upheaval. A powerful government and the blind masses turning upon their protectors. It was irreconcilable madness, and Thor could not shake the notion that, at the root of such madness, some terrible evil lurked, orchestrating events. If Loki had not perished, Thor would wonder…
He shook his blonde head slightly, dismissing the thought.
It was not Asgard’s responsibility to protect Midgard from itself, and, as such, Thor had already chosen to involve none other in his plans. This would be no political foray, no official endorsement from the Asgardians, no choosing of sides. It was not Thor’s place, or even Odin’s, to dictate how another realm should rule its populace. However, Thor could not sit idly by and watch companions he had fought alongside perish for unjust causes. Brave Midgardian heroes had helped Thor defeat his nemesis. A sense of respect, rather than obligation, compelled Thor to return the sentiment.
“Place me somewhere discreet,” Thor instructed. “Well hidden from their government’s electric eyes.”
“As you wish, my prince.”
Discreet happened to be at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, fifteen miles northwest of Cuba.
Some small time later, a sudden and isolated squall lashed against the Cuban coastline, spitting lightning and sideways rain, sending vacationers fleeing for cover. Few saw the sodden figure emerge from the warm tumultuous waters or trudge up the sands in the midst of the violent storm. Only a couple of children huddled inside their father’s car witnessed a blonde giant of a man break into a shuttered beachside souvenir shop, stealing board shorts, an XXL t-shirt, a pair of the largest size flip flops, and a souvenir cap. The vandal left unmarked silver coins on the counter.
As abruptly as the deluge came, it went.
While sunshine pierced through quickly breaking cloud-cover, steaming the surrounding dampness, a towering tourist walked the streets, the bill of his souvenir cap dipped low, the tension in his jaw and flat line of his mouth discouraging interaction. Heimdall had advised Thor where to search for Tony Stark’s supposed meeting, but standing upon Midgardian ground, Thor lacked the advantage of the gatekeeper’s marvelous, pinpoint sight. Furthermore, Thor dare not risk taking to the air to orientate himself, not yet. Stubbornly, he traveled on foot in the general direction he believed the Man of Metal to be, keeping a warrior’s alertness to his senses, navigating the crowded thoroughfares. He reluctantly acknowledged he could hunt all the day and still never find Stark, but fortune had ever favored the Asgardian hero.
If he could navigate the great forests of Alfheim and the rocky corridors of Nidavellir, surely he could navigate Cuba and locate his quarry. Provided one of the resourceful heroes of Midgard did not find him first.
“She is safe?” Thor asked, both the question and the concern a routine as familiar as breathing.
“Aye,” Heimdall rumbled, staring grimly into the infinite, dark and deadly hands deceptively lax upon the pommel of his planted greatblade. “She has fled, my prince. She hides, protecting our secrets from they who search. What few secrets there are left to protect. She is safe enough. For now.” A small pause. “Yet I cannot speak the same for the others.”
The arctic eyes of the thunder god narrowed. The recent news of Midgard had been troubling to say the least. Mysterious massacres. Upheaval. A powerful government and the blind masses turning upon their protectors. It was irreconcilable madness, and Thor could not shake the notion that, at the root of such madness, some terrible evil lurked, orchestrating events. If Loki had not perished, Thor would wonder…
He shook his blonde head slightly, dismissing the thought.
It was not Asgard’s responsibility to protect Midgard from itself, and, as such, Thor had already chosen to involve none other in his plans. This would be no political foray, no official endorsement from the Asgardians, no choosing of sides. It was not Thor’s place, or even Odin’s, to dictate how another realm should rule its populace. However, Thor could not sit idly by and watch companions he had fought alongside perish for unjust causes. Brave Midgardian heroes had helped Thor defeat his nemesis. A sense of respect, rather than obligation, compelled Thor to return the sentiment.
“Place me somewhere discreet,” Thor instructed. “Well hidden from their government’s electric eyes.”
“As you wish, my prince.”
Discreet happened to be at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, fifteen miles northwest of Cuba.
Some small time later, a sudden and isolated squall lashed against the Cuban coastline, spitting lightning and sideways rain, sending vacationers fleeing for cover. Few saw the sodden figure emerge from the warm tumultuous waters or trudge up the sands in the midst of the violent storm. Only a couple of children huddled inside their father’s car witnessed a blonde giant of a man break into a shuttered beachside souvenir shop, stealing board shorts, an XXL t-shirt, a pair of the largest size flip flops, and a souvenir cap. The vandal left unmarked silver coins on the counter.
As abruptly as the deluge came, it went.
While sunshine pierced through quickly breaking cloud-cover, steaming the surrounding dampness, a towering tourist walked the streets, the bill of his souvenir cap dipped low, the tension in his jaw and flat line of his mouth discouraging interaction. Heimdall had advised Thor where to search for Tony Stark’s supposed meeting, but standing upon Midgardian ground, Thor lacked the advantage of the gatekeeper’s marvelous, pinpoint sight. Furthermore, Thor dare not risk taking to the air to orientate himself, not yet. Stubbornly, he traveled on foot in the general direction he believed the Man of Metal to be, keeping a warrior’s alertness to his senses, navigating the crowded thoroughfares. He reluctantly acknowledged he could hunt all the day and still never find Stark, but fortune had ever favored the Asgardian hero.
If he could navigate the great forests of Alfheim and the rocky corridors of Nidavellir, surely he could navigate Cuba and locate his quarry. Provided one of the resourceful heroes of Midgard did not find him first.
Ruby said
Thor is approved!
Excellent. I'll get up to speed on the existing posts (with the assistance of Ruby's summary) and work on a post of my own tomorrow. Glad to be aboard!
Name: Thor Odinson
Age: 1000+
Appearance: 6’6”, blonde hair, close-cropped beard, arctic blue eyes. Powerfully muscled. Normally clad in Asgardian armor with Mjolnir in hand or hanging from his belt.
Abilities: (Condensed version) Super strength, invulnerability, flight, weather manipulation, Asgardian physiology, magical connection to the mystical Mjolnir.
Personality: Multi-faceted. Brave, undaunted. Prideful. Often passionate to a fault. Sometimes the instigator, sometimes the diplomat, dependent upon the stakes and his level of irritation. Respectful of the many races and cultures of Midgard (Earth) while also holding himself apart from and (occasionally) above Midgardian politics.
Bio: True-born son of Odin, heir to the throne of Asgard, Thor has spent past centuries growing to adulthood and adventuring across The Nine Worlds with his closest companions on some sort of glorious quest or another. Only in recent years has he been forced to face true responsibility for his actions and for the fate of Asgard. He has also recently taken a special interest in the happenings of Midgard, partly for personal reasons (a certain quirky astrophysicist?) and partly for political.
Learning of recent events on Midgard from the gatewatcher Heimdall, Thor travels earthward to investigate the dangers that threaten his mighty Midgardian allies.
Misc.: Basically following the movies as far as backstory and assuming nothing major has happened in Thor-verse since the defeat of Malekith. Thor has mainly been occupied mourning a dead mother and "dead" brother, and overseeing the rebuilding of Asgard.
(Brief and loose, but the details will come out in play.)
Name: Thor Odinson
Age: 1000+
Appearance: 6’6”, blonde hair, close-cropped beard, arctic blue eyes. Powerfully muscled. Normally clad in Asgardian armor with Mjolnir in hand or hanging from his belt.
Abilities: (Condensed version) Super strength, invulnerability, flight, weather manipulation, Asgardian physiology, magical connection to the mystical Mjolnir.
Personality: Multi-faceted. Brave, undaunted. Prideful. Often passionate to a fault. Sometimes the instigator, sometimes the diplomat, dependent upon the stakes and his level of irritation. Respectful of the many races and cultures of Midgard (Earth) while also holding himself apart from and (occasionally) above Midgardian politics.
Bio: True-born son of Odin, heir to the throne of Asgard, Thor has spent past centuries growing to adulthood and adventuring across The Nine Worlds with his closest companions on some sort of glorious quest or another. Only in recent years has he been forced to face true responsibility for his actions and for the fate of Asgard. He has also recently taken a special interest in the happenings of Midgard, partly for personal reasons (a certain quirky astrophysicist?) and partly for political.
Learning of recent events on Midgard from the gatewatcher Heimdall, Thor travels earthward to investigate the dangers that threaten his mighty Midgardian allies.
Misc.: Basically following the movies as far as backstory and assuming nothing major has happened in Thor-verse since the defeat of Malekith. Thor has mainly been occupied mourning a dead mother and "dead" half-brother, and overseeing the rebuilding of Asgard.
Name: Thor Odinson
Age: 1000+
Appearance: 6’6”, blonde hair, close-cropped beard, arctic blue eyes. Powerfully muscled. Normally clad in Asgardian armor with Mjolnir in hand or hanging from his belt.
Abilities: (Condensed version) Super strength, invulnerability, flight, weather manipulation, Asgardian physiology, magical connection to the mystical Mjolnir.
Personality: Multi-faceted. Brave, undaunted. Prideful. Often passionate to a fault. Sometimes the instigator, sometimes the diplomat, dependent upon the stakes and his level of irritation. Respectful of the many races and cultures of Midgard (Earth) while also holding himself apart from and (occasionally) above Midgardian politics.
Bio: True-born son of Odin, heir to the throne of Asgard, Thor has spent past centuries growing to adulthood and adventuring across The Nine Worlds with his closest companions on some sort of glorious quest or another. Only in recent years has he been forced to face true responsibility for his actions and for the fate of Asgard. He has also recently taken a special interest in the happenings of Midgard, partly for personal reasons (a certain quirky astrophysicist?) and partly for political.
Learning of recent events on Midgard from the gatewatcher Heimdall, Thor travels earthward to investigate the dangers that threaten his mighty Midgardian allies.
Misc.: Basically following the movies as far as backstory and assuming nothing major has happened in Thor-verse since the defeat of Malekith. Thor has mainly been occupied mourning a dead mother and "dead" half-brother, and overseeing the rebuilding of Asgard.
Any room for Thor? I've got a thing for playing thunder gods.
Was known most recently as Unlit on the old guild, and further back, as Fateless. I feel the loss of my stories and characters from the old guild keenly, and I sympathize with those who lost more. However, I put enough blood, sweat, and roleplay into the old guild to feel an obligation to give this new site a chance. So I suppose this is me, throwing my hat in again and hoping to see good things.
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I’ve roleplayed many years, many places, harking back to the days of RhyDin and 28k modem noise, and now mostly in Googledocs or forum. I expect to roleplay many more. Hope to see some of you soon. Happy roleplaying!
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