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riverviewlogs2017-09-23 01:22 am
worldsaway) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-23 01:22 am
I bathe in sacred waters. [open]
who: Thor and ota
what: Mushroom collecting/Monster fighting/Mushroom tripping and TAVERNFEST
when: the current week idk
where: Beyond the walls, in the jungle and then TAVERNFEST so, taverns?
warnings: unintentional drug use, descriptions of hallucinations and general tripping ballsness
i. There is not mushroom for monsters
[Thor didn't take the job out of necessity, although he really ought to start investing in moving out of his dorm like so many of his friends and family insist he should. He takes the job because he's been so listless lately, so full of restless energy and boredom. He's going stir crazy without real excitement, so it's with pleasure that he aligns himself with a friend, ally or family member and heads into the thick of the jungle with his hammer in his hand.
Thor almost wonders if the promise of beasts had been a trick to lure adrenaline junkies such as himself into a simple, cushy job. It's been a while, he's filled a sack with the glowing mushrooms and he's wondering if they ought to call it a night. He glances around the remaining glow of the jungle while his partner works on gathering mushrooms, almost missing the pair of glowing eyes staring them down in the thick of it.
He gives his partner a gentle smack on the head with his sack of mushrooms, so he can draw attention to the eyes in the distance. When he moves, however, it ceases to be a pair of eyes in the distance and becomes a pair of eyes rapidly approaching. It's a large beast, aggressive from the get go and obviously looking for a fight.
Thor has his hammer at the ready, but he's not sure whether to drop his sack of mushrooms or not. He spares a final glance toward his partner before he throws mjolnir at the beast's antlers, striking it hard and setting it momentarily off course.]
ii. Feed your head, feed your head.
[It's been a long, long evening of pillaging mushrooms and fighting off monsters. Thor has caressed every surface of the jungle. He's tousled in it, rolled on its floors and inhaled its scents. He feels fine, if not a little weary. He needs a drink, and he needs a moment to clear his head.
He finds a relatively safe looking body of water, be it a pond or a river, and he dips his hands in it to drink and wash his face. He stares down at his reflection for a moment, and he swears his reflection winks back at him. Naturally, Thor squints back at himself, only to find his reflection is grinning in return.
The best course of action here is obviously to smack his watery reflection, making his face disappear in vibrant, colourful ripples that seem to twirl and dance like the shapes of a kaleidoscope. Thor smacks the water again, and as it flies to hit his face it seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Like beautiful stars, like watery crystals.
The beauty is beyond Thor's comprehension, and before he knows it, he's weeping softly by the water.
It might be a good time to tap him on the shoulder and ask if he's alright.]
iii. TAVERNFEST
[It's been a while since Thor donned his armor in public. He's become quite comfortable in board shorts and soft, cotton hoodies as of late. He enjoys embracing culture, however, and he's always excited to represent Asgard.
He's delighted to find that the different ales of different taverns are increasing in strength, and he barely needs to tamper with them by adding Asgardian ale to them. As such, he has a good buzz going and he's in a better mood than he's been in for a few weeks now.
He hasn't done this for a long time (to his memory) since he's learned it's something of a faux pas. However, if they're sharing culture here, Thor doesn't feel shame in smashing his mug to the ground after polishing off his drink.]
Another!! [He declares, and after a while, people are starting to catch on and copy him. Maybe he should have taught them another trick.]
iv. TAVERNFEST for Asgardians
[With some badgering from "little" Loki and Thor, they've managed to pull a dour Loki from his skulking and into the festivities. Thor has nabbed a table for all three of them, plus Angela, and he's managed to encourage a steady flow of alcohol and food to come toward them.
It's nice, and it almost feels like home, even if home never had two Lokis and an Angela. Thor feels warm and fuzzy from it all, and it's only a little bit because he's had a lot to drink tonight.]
It took them long enough, but I believe they may finally have my good opinion of their ale.
what: Mushroom collecting/Monster fighting/Mushroom tripping and TAVERNFEST
when: the current week idk
where: Beyond the walls, in the jungle and then TAVERNFEST so, taverns?
warnings: unintentional drug use, descriptions of hallucinations and general tripping ballsness
i. There is not mushroom for monsters
[Thor didn't take the job out of necessity, although he really ought to start investing in moving out of his dorm like so many of his friends and family insist he should. He takes the job because he's been so listless lately, so full of restless energy and boredom. He's going stir crazy without real excitement, so it's with pleasure that he aligns himself with a friend, ally or family member and heads into the thick of the jungle with his hammer in his hand.
Thor almost wonders if the promise of beasts had been a trick to lure adrenaline junkies such as himself into a simple, cushy job. It's been a while, he's filled a sack with the glowing mushrooms and he's wondering if they ought to call it a night. He glances around the remaining glow of the jungle while his partner works on gathering mushrooms, almost missing the pair of glowing eyes staring them down in the thick of it.
He gives his partner a gentle smack on the head with his sack of mushrooms, so he can draw attention to the eyes in the distance. When he moves, however, it ceases to be a pair of eyes in the distance and becomes a pair of eyes rapidly approaching. It's a large beast, aggressive from the get go and obviously looking for a fight.
Thor has his hammer at the ready, but he's not sure whether to drop his sack of mushrooms or not. He spares a final glance toward his partner before he throws mjolnir at the beast's antlers, striking it hard and setting it momentarily off course.]
ii. Feed your head, feed your head.
[It's been a long, long evening of pillaging mushrooms and fighting off monsters. Thor has caressed every surface of the jungle. He's tousled in it, rolled on its floors and inhaled its scents. He feels fine, if not a little weary. He needs a drink, and he needs a moment to clear his head.
He finds a relatively safe looking body of water, be it a pond or a river, and he dips his hands in it to drink and wash his face. He stares down at his reflection for a moment, and he swears his reflection winks back at him. Naturally, Thor squints back at himself, only to find his reflection is grinning in return.
The best course of action here is obviously to smack his watery reflection, making his face disappear in vibrant, colourful ripples that seem to twirl and dance like the shapes of a kaleidoscope. Thor smacks the water again, and as it flies to hit his face it seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Like beautiful stars, like watery crystals.
The beauty is beyond Thor's comprehension, and before he knows it, he's weeping softly by the water.
It might be a good time to tap him on the shoulder and ask if he's alright.]
iii. TAVERNFEST
[It's been a while since Thor donned his armor in public. He's become quite comfortable in board shorts and soft, cotton hoodies as of late. He enjoys embracing culture, however, and he's always excited to represent Asgard.
He's delighted to find that the different ales of different taverns are increasing in strength, and he barely needs to tamper with them by adding Asgardian ale to them. As such, he has a good buzz going and he's in a better mood than he's been in for a few weeks now.
He hasn't done this for a long time (to his memory) since he's learned it's something of a faux pas. However, if they're sharing culture here, Thor doesn't feel shame in smashing his mug to the ground after polishing off his drink.]
Another!! [He declares, and after a while, people are starting to catch on and copy him. Maybe he should have taught them another trick.]
iv. TAVERNFEST for Asgardians
[With some badgering from "little" Loki and Thor, they've managed to pull a dour Loki from his skulking and into the festivities. Thor has nabbed a table for all three of them, plus Angela, and he's managed to encourage a steady flow of alcohol and food to come toward them.
It's nice, and it almost feels like home, even if home never had two Lokis and an Angela. Thor feels warm and fuzzy from it all, and it's only a little bit because he's had a lot to drink tonight.]
It took them long enough, but I believe they may finally have my good opinion of their ale.
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Fuck dignity.
She's up a tree, scrambling up two branches to wrap all four limbs around another, pulling herself tight against it to keep her back from being torn open by the razor sharp tips of its horns.
Once it's gone past her, though, and stopped moving entirely, she breathes a sigh of relief. When Thor begins cheering, she can't help herself, she laughs. Then she lets go of the branch with her arms, and mirrors his pose of arms upraised in victory... though hers are technically raised down. Semantics. She screams with him, a happy shout of victory. She doesn't even know if he'll turn and look at her, but it's difficult to not get caught up in his excitement.
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It earns her a loud laugh and he claps his hand together, moving to dismount the beast by jumping off it and onto the ground. It makes him wince, which prompts him to look down at his side and realise that he has a sizable gash along it. He shrugs it off.
He approaches Natasha's tree, peering up at her curiously.
"We did well. Wouldn't you say?" He won't ask if she's alright, because she'll tell him if he isn't.
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All in all, yeah, not a bad day. "Are you all right?" Her batons still on the forest floor, secondary concern, she reaches out and presses gently above the gash in his armour, wondering how deep it goes.
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"It's not for nothing, we still have.. this..?" He gestures vaguely at the corpse behind them, but he's joking. He has no want or need for it, that he knows of, so his attention turns back to her. He doesn't shy away when he reaches out, but he hisses when she presses down.
"It will heal." He says, shrugging.
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Right. "Give me a boost, first? Then you grab him. We'll have whatever-the-fuck-that-is curry." They'll be able to afford much better with this haul of mushrooms, but she's got a tendency toward frugality. Making things stretch. Also, there's something about living a little rough, about keeping herself from being entirely comfortable, it keeps her edge sharp.
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"Grab him?" He repeats, skeptical. "If you want him, you can carry him." He's joking, of course, but she has the nerve to suggest he should carry it back as if it's nothing!
And yet, he's holding a hand out for her foot so he can raise her upward.
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With a completely straight face, she walks over to the creature, wraps both hands around one tusk, and pulls as hard as she can. Her heels dig furrows into the dirt, and leave her leaning back far enough that she'd fall without the support of the literal dead weight. The beast moves about an inch. "I should be back in about two and a half months."
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"It's been nice knowing you." He says, plainly. His smile is wry, of course. Eventually, he relents and paces over, tossing her the bag of mushrooms so he can grab a hold of a tusk and start to drag it along in a far more efficient manner.
"I hope this is the best curry I have ever tasted."
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Also, the free thing is a huge motivator. This part she doesn't share with Thor, but letting this entire creature just go to waste? She can't. Thor is a prince, his upbringing so very different from her own, and he won't understand. He doesn't know what it's like to starve because there just isn't food, because you're on your own, because there's nothing there, because you're being tested, because you're being punished. Natasha knows what it's like to be hungry, she knows what it's like to go hungry. Wasting this much potential food isn't something she will ever be able to do.
She slings the bag of mushrooms over her shoulder and begins the trek back. "You look good like that, you know. Hauling back the kill. Very tough. Very manly."