[open] comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways

[worldsaway]

who: Thor and open for people looking to train/garden
what: Thor extends an offer to help train people, desperately pleads for help with gardening
when: during or after the butterfly effect event, up to you guys (he's not changed).
where: The Gymiest place there is, Communal Housing
warnings: Violence? Sadgardian.


i. Training
[Thor allots time with everyone who takes interest in his offer to train together. Usually it's an early morning, but he's flexible depending on when Search and Rescue needs him. He locates a gym and arrives early, setting up with punching bags and make-shift, training weapons that resemble small, sturdy pool noodles. It's not easy to find a lot of swords here.

He's requested the ability to have a private room, away from sweaty people on treadmills, and the need is accommodated given both necessity and charm.

He's dressed casually. Sweatpants, a grey cotton shirt and his hair pulled back tight in a ponytail with a silver clasp that he rarely removes. Anyone who knows him as the glorious, cape-wearing god will probably be taken aback by the fact that he looks like a hippy gym teacher.

He'll be happy to see you when you arrive.]

ii. Gardening
[If you take Thor up on the offer to help him with gardening, he will gladly invite you to his communal housing room. He has a set up of various wilted plants in the sunlight of a window, gardening magazines strewn about.]

Comments

[worldsaway]

That is what we're here for. [He made an offer to help and he didn't lay any specific conditions. It certainly doesn't trouble him to add something different into the mix.]

I want you to strike at this punching bag until your arms can no longer stand it. [He leans down to level his face next to the bag, grimacing menacingly when he does.]

Pretend as if it is your mortal enemy. [He then pulls back and stands up straight.]

On Asgard, of course.

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco's mouth twists into a little irrepressible smile, when Thor grimaces like that and tells him to wail on the punching bag like it is personally responsible for everything that's gone wrong in his life. But he nods, schools his features, and tries to really summon up that emotion. Pretend the bag is Dr. Wells. Easy as punch (pun intended). ]

Asgard, is that, like... in Norway or something?

[ He spaces the words out between his punches; it's an easy enough division of his attention, asking Thor questions while he punches away. He doesn't start off too hard, but after a couple strikes he gets into it, planting his feet a bit firmer, holding his wrist a bit stiffer, and really putting some muscle into the punches. ]

[worldsaway]

[The question gives Thor pause. As it dawns on him, he starts to laugh.]

Asgard is a planet- a realm of its own. [He folds his arms over his chest.] I am as native to Earth as I am to Riverview.

[franciscoramon]

[ Realm is a new one for Cisco. He's heard people talking about different planes, different universes, but realm is not a term he's heard before. Planet, though, he gets. Which would mean: ]

So you're an alien who looks like a human?

[ He asks the question mainly for confirmation, since it's pretty clear that that was what Thor was implying. A moment later he realizes how it sounds, though, and he hastens to add: ]

Or you know. Humans look like your people. We all look like each other. Doesn't matter.

[ Cisco is having a hard time now, balancing the conversation and his task of punching the bag with plenty of aggression and drive. It's not so much that they are talking, as it is that Thor just got about twenty times more interesting to him. ]

So is that why it didn't hurt, like, at all when I punched you? You've got stone skin or super strength or something like that? Or... am I just super weak?

[ Probably a little of both... ]