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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/ . ]

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[grimmig]

[ it's vaguely disgusting to know that all this is mistook for concern - not because he'd rather not be thought the type (though that too), but because of the fact behind the assumption.

caring is the default. how utterly useless. ]

No need, really. The world's full of poor little idiots living their deaths - if I went to every last funeral, there'd hardly be any time for tea. Thanks all the same.

[subecho]

I come bearing a question, friend: what will you do once you've finally earned the rise you seek to gain of me?

[grimmig]

Oh, pardon, I'm fishing, aren't I? I suppose that's my bad habit: I just don't like to be disappointed.

[subecho]

Have no fear: I am well close to hunting you down and breaking each tooth free of your mouth. It is as violent as such things can come. Your work was not in vain: you will be pleased.

[grimmig]

[oh. seems he's getting too cynical (cynical? the opposite, maybe: where does an assumption of sightless and loving people sit on a cynicism map when your worldview sits as Australia to England? swings and roundabouts) in his young age.

a beat, thoughtful, and then:]

You're too kind.

[it's sincere, utterly meant. in every sense of its words.]

Best of luck with your battles. And the bleeding, too.

[subecho]

We will be close, friend: twice in a small exchange, and yet I thank you again.




[ Bastard. ]

[grimmig]

Well, you know what they say.

[subecho]

Forgive me: I come too weighty to count myself a bird.

[grimmig]

Oh, I've got no feathers. Don't worry yourself.

See you around, then.

[and with that, Jimbo o u t]