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riverviewlogs2017-08-12 09:50 pm
worldsaway) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-12 09:50 pm
[open] My fickle fortune beckoned.
who: Thor and OPEN
what: During the amnesia event, Thor reverts back to the spoiled, impulsive, war-mongering asshole formerly known as Prince (of Asgard). I'm taking him mentally from just before his attack on Jotunheim.
when: Start of Amnesia Week.
where: Around town!
warnings: Nothing particularly bad going on here.
Floor 8:
Thor awakens with a start, as if he had been doused with ice cold water. The room he shares is empty, save for himself, but it's entirely unfamiliar. It lacks the decadent architecture, the furs, the stone and wood and the familiar smells. It doesn't take Thor long to realise he's been either been abducted or he's fallen prey to some form of sinister trickery. The real mystery is how someone was able to subdue someone as powerful as him with ease.
Thor is quickly reaching maximum levels of anger, he throws himself out of bed and takes absolutely no care in the fact that he's shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on. His manner of dress is irrelevant, but his hammer being on his bedside is a small comfort.
With his hammer in one hand, his other hand is free to accost anyone he happens to run into outside of the bedroom. He'll be grabbing people by the shirt collar and ramming them against walls if he runs into them in here.
"Tell me where I am!" He barks. "How did you bring me here?"
Wandering the Streets:
For some time, Thor wanders shirtless, in his pajama pants. He soon comes to terms with the fact that he's under dressed and thus, thrusts his hammer up into the air to semi-dramatically summon the quintessential cape and armor onto himself.
Nothing to see here.
He'll continue to walk around, and it's clear that he has no idea where he is. He's peering around, staring into storefronts and getting intimately close to shop windows. He walks in the middle of the road, he glowers at strangers and he'll get ballsy enough to take food off people's plates as he passes through.
Every so often, he'll decide someone knows something. He has no reason to believe they're privy to any more secrets than he is, but he doesn't like the look of them. He'll be intimidating, he'll get up into people's personal bubbles and block their paths.
"Are you held captive here as well?" Answer carefully.
The Bar:
After burning a considerable amount of energy on being angry, Thor mellows out enough to enjoy a drink at the local tavern. He asks for their largest ale, and he isn't terribly disappointed in the size. The liquor itself is weak and he downs it, smashing the glass to the ground before he orders another, loudly. After a few of those, he's a little closer to feeling agreeable. He may even feel a little merry.
He soon realises eyes are on him, perhaps partly because he just smashed a glass and partly because he's a giant, blond man in armor and a cape.
"I'll have another. Everyone will have another, its on me."
what: During the amnesia event, Thor reverts back to the spoiled, impulsive, war-mongering asshole formerly known as Prince (of Asgard). I'm taking him mentally from just before his attack on Jotunheim.
when: Start of Amnesia Week.
where: Around town!
warnings: Nothing particularly bad going on here.
Floor 8:
Thor awakens with a start, as if he had been doused with ice cold water. The room he shares is empty, save for himself, but it's entirely unfamiliar. It lacks the decadent architecture, the furs, the stone and wood and the familiar smells. It doesn't take Thor long to realise he's been either been abducted or he's fallen prey to some form of sinister trickery. The real mystery is how someone was able to subdue someone as powerful as him with ease.
Thor is quickly reaching maximum levels of anger, he throws himself out of bed and takes absolutely no care in the fact that he's shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on. His manner of dress is irrelevant, but his hammer being on his bedside is a small comfort.
With his hammer in one hand, his other hand is free to accost anyone he happens to run into outside of the bedroom. He'll be grabbing people by the shirt collar and ramming them against walls if he runs into them in here.
"Tell me where I am!" He barks. "How did you bring me here?"
Wandering the Streets:
For some time, Thor wanders shirtless, in his pajama pants. He soon comes to terms with the fact that he's under dressed and thus, thrusts his hammer up into the air to semi-dramatically summon the quintessential cape and armor onto himself.
Nothing to see here.
He'll continue to walk around, and it's clear that he has no idea where he is. He's peering around, staring into storefronts and getting intimately close to shop windows. He walks in the middle of the road, he glowers at strangers and he'll get ballsy enough to take food off people's plates as he passes through.
Every so often, he'll decide someone knows something. He has no reason to believe they're privy to any more secrets than he is, but he doesn't like the look of them. He'll be intimidating, he'll get up into people's personal bubbles and block their paths.
"Are you held captive here as well?" Answer carefully.
The Bar:
After burning a considerable amount of energy on being angry, Thor mellows out enough to enjoy a drink at the local tavern. He asks for their largest ale, and he isn't terribly disappointed in the size. The liquor itself is weak and he downs it, smashing the glass to the ground before he orders another, loudly. After a few of those, he's a little closer to feeling agreeable. He may even feel a little merry.
He soon realises eyes are on him, perhaps partly because he just smashed a glass and partly because he's a giant, blond man in armor and a cape.
"I'll have another. Everyone will have another, its on me."
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Though he really shouldn't needle Thor when he's as volatile as he is right now, Ivar can't help but shoot his god a flat look. "I'm a Viking who can't walk. Need I say more?" There hadn't been a day in his life where Ivar didn't feel out of place.
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"Then they've made a mistake on my part, then. I belong on Asgard, with my people. I have unfinished business to attend to, I've no time to waste here." He's growing restless once more, but he's sparing Ivar some small amount of patience. "Can I send myself home if I believe this has been done in error?"
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"Good luck getting back home. They don't seem to really know how to do that." They don't really seem to know how to do much of anything, considering people are running around like chickens with their heads cut off and no memory.
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"Why would I not return home sooner?"
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Ivar shrugs. He doesn't have many answers for the Thunder God, not that he's entirely inclined to give them to him when he's bereft of his memories. "This place is easy to come to and hard to leave. They don't mean it to be so, but that is the way it is." If Ivar could have left, he would have done it a while ago.
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"Why are they innocent in all of this?" His tone is less and less accusatory, but the questions keep coming. "Was bringing us here not their intention?"
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"They only bring people who they claim feel out of place, even for a moment. It's meant to be helpful, even if it doesn't feel that way. If you ask them to send you back, they will try, but it might take some time." He hopes enough time for Thor to gain his memory back. He prefers his uncle the way he was, not this arrogant loudmouth before him.
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