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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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"You might not be." Kate confirms with an encouraging smile. She liked Thor, if only because he was straightforward and held principles that involved shooting people in the front. "That was the case for me but a lot of people arrive here as they are, the portal brings us here and my understanding is that no one can control it."
Kate didn't believe that but since she had no proof it wasn't worth bringing up yet.
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"I suppose for people like you, in situations like yours, this could be seen as a welcome opportunity. It is no such thing for me, but I can appreciate the concept." He offers her a small smile, a big change from the way he approached her initially. "I'm glad for you."
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"Thanks." It took her a moment to reply but she smiled back at Thor. "Anyway. It isn't permanent. Those who want to go home can but it'll take some time. That's what I've been told anyway."
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"I don't really have any answers for you. I'm sorry."
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"I'll pester you no longer. Thank you for your time." He nods his head politely, so much calmer now than he had been. He's starting to accept that everyone is as confused as he is.
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With that said Kate waved a hand and turned to continue on her way home.