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[subecho]

[ Oh look, it's the not-'Asgardian'!Asgardian! And he holds his hand up, palm outward in silent greetings. ]

Friends, newcomers - [ ...and Malekith... ] - well met. I shall keep brief: we have faced war. And we have had our dead and our wounded to show for the victory.

[ And now, he turns slightly more somber. ]

I do not ask whether you fight for this land or its people, for your pleasure or your lives alone. Whatever your reasons, we do not die here. In this, I think, we all agree. Yet...

[ He has the grace to look sheepish. ]

...apologies, but many of you walk as if targets. You know nothing of battle, and the gifts given to you in this land do not serve. The meager war crafts would be of help to you: shield bearing, the handling of sword and hammer. I do not speak of great ability, but enough that you can bide yourselves the time to run.

[ Firmer, now. ]

So: those who wish to learn, give say of what weapon might suit you. Those who know of battle and wish to teach it, name your skill and offer service. And those who once held sorcery alike to the one gained here, volunteer counsel of how to improve it.

For my part, I wield the hammer. I lack in patience, but do not scold unfairly. What knowledge I have is yours to take.

[ Is the part where he riles half of Asgard done with? OH THANK EVERYTHING, time to offend the other half. ]

Past every man's care, we can seek to defend the city. Who here runs inventory? Have we cannons? Rams? Horses? If anyone wishes to learn, or organize legions - you have my aid in this. There lies opportunity. Another is with our fellows, the grey ones. A frail-bearded man wrote that we do not give them thought or time. Perhaps he is wise, and there is more to be done in alliance.

[ And then he stares at the camera for a long moment of rather stupid blinking, before dissolving into laughter, because - ]

That... was not brief.


[ ooc: woah, tl;dr. iiif you'd like to get involved, just have your character volunteer to teach their faito skills, and I'll have Thor send some/all of the characters who want to pick up said skills their way o/ . ]

Comments

[subecho]

Good.

[ Awkwardly - ]


You'd win.

[redhourglass]

Not if you get me with that hammer once.

[subecho]

[ Now he does look somber. ]

Mjölnir's power is as nothing now. It is more than killer, friend. More than weapon. It is a creator, and they have dishonoured it.

[redhourglass]

[ whoa, sorry about your hammer, bro. she didn't realize you two were so close. she can give you some alone time if you want it. ]

Maybe they just want you to learn some new tricks.

[subecho]

...tricks.

[redhourglass]

[ oops she said the bad word. backpedal? except not really. ]

It's an expression. 'Teaching an old dog new tricks'?

[subecho]

Sorcery is trick, survival is trick, that which won us a war against those creatures in your city was trick, coupled with fate. But Mjölnir - Mjölnir is no such thing.

Do not compare it. Do not mock its loss.

[redhourglass]

[ whoa. back up. your hammer is not better than that freakin' war they fought with the weird alien beings k. ]

I seem to remember a lot of real fighting going on during our 'trick' victory in New York.

[ you know. the fighting that she was helping with. ]

Did you always have it?

[ the hammer. ]

[subecho]

I do not - have it. Mjölnir belongs to no master. I merely... safe-keep it. I am entrusted with its care, and it lends me aid in all such purposes it finds worthy.

It is defender and destroyer and builder - and pride to Asgard. Harm unto it is harm unto us all. Even Loki, for all his whims, would agree to it.

[redhourglass]

[ sigh. she's just not getting anywhere with him, is she? ]

My point being that before you were .. 'entrusted' with it, you knew how to fight. You could protect yourself. Take up the issue of your hammer with the gods.

[asofwar]

[you said the bad word, natasha, who can save you now]

[redhourglass]

[ no one, doomed forever.

unless wifey wants to step in. ]