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Post by Aldrif Odinsdottir on Sept 15, 2014 20:14:40 GMT -5
Aldrif was up early getting breakfast and a few other personal things out of the way before making her way to the throne room that she had set up for the meeting of new would be employes. A surprising number of human’s and non wanted to work for her in some way. So she decided one large meeting would get it all out of the way at once instead of going to each one because believe it or not she was rather busy. She noticed her mother was no where to be seen Aldrif didn’t know if she was still morning Odin’s death or plotting her daughters death and she didn’t really have the time to run around trying to find. Perhaps Amora would have an answer for her on that subject.
Sighing Aldrif sat on the throne and waited for people to show up so they could get this meeting started. This was the first in a long line of meetings for today. That was the bad thing about being a ruler there was always going to be a lot of work to do. Meetings with people for different things listening to the people’s problems and trying to figure out how to fix them. Then there was the endless paperwork she had to do on top of all of that. “Send them in when they get here.” she said to one of the nearby guards who left to do what he was told.
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Post by Amora on Sept 16, 2014 5:55:37 GMT -5
Oh god, it was far too early to get up. Why had she decided to play nice and be Aldrif's advisor? She could have just kept her mouth shut, but then again, she still might have been stuck on earth virtually powerless. So, it was the price she had to pay to have her magic back.
Still, getting up before the eighth hour in the morning should have been a sin and strictly outlawed.
Her bath and breakfast helped to wake the goddess up and, as she made her way to the throne room, Amora looked over the agenda for the day. She was surprised to see so many Midgardians willing to work for Aldrif, it almost came as a shock.
"Good morning, All-Mother," she greeted Aldrif with a low curtsey. "I hope you have been sleeping well, and are ready for what appears to be a very long day of meetings and interviews." Soon, soon she would have her rewards and all these niceties would be worth it. Bu, that time couldn't come fast enough for Amora.
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Post by Black Widow on Sept 16, 2014 6:20:50 GMT -5
Oh, she didn't want to leave her bed, it was far too warm, snuggly, and the mattress was incredibly comfortable. Plus, there was her bedmate whose limbs she was currently entangled around. Smiling sleepily, she nuzzled Bobbi lovingly and kissed her ever so gently before pulling herself free of her arms. Nat then dressed and started her morning routine which consisted of a three mile run to get the blood flowing, followed by a shower and a light breakfast just to hold her over until she got back. She would make sure to fix Bobbi a proper meal then. She was not usually the sentimental type, but after watching the blonde woman sleep for a few moments, Natasha tucked the blankets up under her before kissing her cheek and leaving.
Finding the great hall was not hard to find due to its size, and surprisingly she was allowed to just walk right in. That seemed a bit odd, but then again, who would dare to mess with a woman powerful enough to dethrone Odin? Walking into the throne room, Natasha noticed that she was one of the first people here and standing besides Aldrif was Amora. The redhead inwardly frowned at that, not particularly liking those implications, but she would not speak out against it just yet. Instead she simply bowed and waited for others to show up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 10:34:30 GMT -5
Ratohnhake:ton walked through the town he had already been up since the sun had come up as he was always up by then. Cleaned up and dressed in his new assassin robes they were much different than the one’s he was used to wearing. Surprisingly even though it looked like it weighed a lot it didn’t he had also thought it would slow him down when he ran but that wasn’t the case either. The people who had made this for him was very good at their trade to able to do so much and not have it get in his way. One thing he could have lived without was the cape it did tend to get in his way from time to time but other then that he had no problems with it.
The only time he had stopped was when they had to open the doors for him to let him inside the great hall with Geri following behind him. He still didn’t understand why the massive wolf kept following him about. The wolf seemed to know what he was doing and as long as he didn’t get in the way of things Ratohnhake:ton didn’t mind as long as Aldrif didn’t have a problem with it. When he reached the throne room he walked up and handed the red headed woman a scroll he had been tasked to get for her a few days before this meeting before standing near Natasha with Geri sitting on his other side waiting for the others.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 10:58:43 GMT -5
Clark got up headed to the bathroom for a shower before he got dressed. Since getting here he had met his older self from this universe they spent a lot of time talking and training in how to use his powers. He learned a lot from his older self like not to be such a dick like he is. That Diana woman he was with wasn’t much better and had made fun of him from time to time. A lot of it had to do with him being Clark Kent and not Kal-El or Superman. The only other good thing or things he got from this meeting was his costume Superman didn’t need it or want it so he gave it to Clark. Then when no one was looking he stole Diana’s golden lasso and took it with him. It’s not stealing if you're taking it from a mean person right?
When he finished putting on the red and black costume he left his house and flew towards the great hall. If he could he’d fly all the time it was pretty awesome but his landings still needed a bit of work he was getting the hang of it. Once he was on the ground again and running into anything or anyone he made his way inside to the throne room. He saw many people there all dressed differently so he didn’t feel like he stood out that much but also didn’t really blind in that much either. "Good morning." He said with a smile.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 14:00:44 GMT -5
It was really early but it didn’t bother Sara too much she was used to getting up at odd hours. With her sister and Dani still at home they could watch over Hope for her while she went to this meeting. They were one of the rare groups to get one of the larger homes with four bedrooms and two bathrooms a room for each of the women. Dragging herself out of bed she headed for one of the bathrooms took a quick shower and got dressed in her own clothes instead of what she was given but skipped eating anything she wasn’t really one for breakfast even though she had to eat it for about nine months. She would have said it took a lot of work to get back to her former size but that would be a lie because the demons and weird shit she has to deal with everyday did it for her.
She made her way to the great hall with her hands stuck in her black leather jacket. And like everywhere she goes it felt like all eyes were on her. Sara wasn’t at work so it wasn’t because she was a one of few homicide detectives she was pretty sure it was the Witchbalde’s doing. Even with owning the damn thing for years it still bothered her but she didn’t let it show or slow her down.
Since getting here the Witchblade had changed it’s looks from a watch to a bracelet with a few gems showing the rest were hidden or inside her she wasn’t even sure where it all went. The only good thing so far about this was that the Witchblade hadn’t given her anymore weird dreams for once in a long time she was able to sleep normally. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Deciding to push those thoughts away for the time being Sara stood near the oddball little group.
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Post by Aldrif Odinsdottir on Sept 16, 2014 19:30:17 GMT -5
“Good morning Amora.” Aldrif said as the blonde made her way into the throne room. “Well enough. I’m not but I don’t have much of a choice do I? The price that’s paid for being a ruler.” she replied before thinking a moment “Have you any news on my mother?” she asked having a feeling Amora most likely knew or would find out. She looked from Amora to the first of the newcomers coming in. She looked the woman over trying to decide what type of job she was looking to apply for.
Ratohnhake:ton was the next one to enter he had come to her earlier with a request to be an assassin along with being a game hunter. She agreed to it if he could get a hold of a scroll from the dark elves. And from the looks of it he succeeded she took the scroll from him and placed it off to the side on a small table. “Good morning Clark.” she replied to the young man when he showed up now he would be a good elite guard. The final one showed up she decided to ask the whole group at once instead of repeating herself over and over again. “Some of you have asked me what job you would like to apply for but for those of you who haven’t I would like to know what you would like to do and if you don’t have any idea’s I have a few thoughts in mind.”
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Post by Black Widow on Sept 17, 2014 17:26:15 GMT -5
Natasha watched the two men enter as she waited quietly. She recognized both of them from the initial rescue effort, though they both looked entirely different with their new suits and accompanying new attitudes. A momentary glance downward at her own suit flared up the foreign feeling of inadequacy inside of her. It was something she hadn’t felt since her first few months as a cadet for the Red Room. Her suit honestly wasn’t that bad. Composed of a durable material designed to stop both blades and bullets, it had little wear and tear to it, and what rips it did have, Natasha took meticulous care in mending them. But compared to the others, it was just simplistic. If appearances were the first things to be judged by Aldrif, she would likely be thought less of, especially if Amora had any say in the evaluation. Natasha pushed those thoughts out of her head. She had promised both herself and Bobbi that she would not think like that anymore. It would only lead to bad things. Thankfully, when the woman wearing jeans and a leather jacket entered, a small wave of relief washed over Natasha, making her feel like her old self. Now her mind went back to its original training; evaluating the others.
The Superman, Clark, was a questionable factor. She knew what powers he could have, but as seen when he first arrived, he wasn’t quite in control of them. Either that or he wasn’t entirely aware of what he could do. Both factors were both good and problematic. If he could be taught, he’d be a great ally, but hopefully better than his older, alien self. Natasha nodded a hello back when he greeted her.
The quiet native man was…. He gave off an odd impression, reminding Natasha of so many men in her life and even herself. She saw him change into the eagle, and the easy yet strong way he carried himself revealed that he was a strong and capable fighter, not one to be frightened easily. Nor did he seem to be of the talkative variety. He knew English, Natasha had seen it in the way he watched people during the feast. Natasha wondered what he had seen make him so hardened. What people in his life had died? Perhaps they would find some common ground later on.
The girl… Natasha gathered next to nothing on her. Outside of being modern, American, and being of the big city variety, there was little to observe about her. But it was the woman that came in behind her that garnered a reaction from Natasha. Viper had joined them. Now, rather than speaking up first, Natasha decided she would wait to see what the snake was here for.
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Post by Viper on Sept 17, 2014 17:38:15 GMT -5
She followed closely on the heels on the girl from New York. How could she tell the woman was from New York? They all had that same walk, that same ‘the center of the world is in my backyard’ attitude. That, and she had heard the woman’s accent when she talked. New Yorkers had a very unique way of talking. Viper had intended to be one of the first people there, but upon seeing Natasha there, she thought better and waited until the room was fuller before entering. She was not afraid of the former spy, but there was a large amount of bad blood between the two of them. People tended to take it quite personal when you torture them and then use a mind control weapon on allies, making them into enemies.
Standing on the far side of the group away from Natasha, Viper did a brief glance at the others and smiled inwardly. Of course Aldrif would choose two of the people she had some interest in. This would perhaps prove to be a bit fortuitous. But then again, perhaps not. Clark looked like a big boyscout, all happy to be in his new uniform. She had seen him fly and land. The boy clearly needed help with his powers. Looking at the rest, Viper briefly wondered who would win in a fight between the Russian and the Native. That would be something interesting to see.
Sighing softly at the thought, she turned her attention back to Aldrif. She waited for the woman to finish her opening speech before speaking up. "I am curious to learn what positions you have open, All-Mother. Perhaps then it would be easier to give a request."
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Post by Amora on Sept 17, 2014 17:49:45 GMT -5
"I have heard some things from your mother, but she remains locked in her chambers for the time being. She grieves for the loss of Odin. If you like I could try and have a meal with her to see if her mood improves." Amora wasn't necessarily the closest with her aunt, but Freyja had always been kind to her when she was a child.
Turning her attention back on the gathering assortment of.... recruits, Amora couldn't help but notice the range of talents. It went from the veritable powerhouses like Clark to the rather powerless like the Black Widow. "This is quite the variety we have, All-Mother, though I can't see why they are all here. One or two seem to be lacking." At that she gave Natasha a somewhat pitying glance, as if to say 'go home, little spider, you don't belong here'. But then again, Viper was here as well. To quote the Midgardian expression, it seemed like they were truly scraping the bottom of the barrel.
As an advisor, Amora had every right to give Aldrif reason not to bestow positions on some of these people. Viper she particularly did not trust. But, she was not the All-Mother and it wasn't her who had the ultimate decision. So the sorceress quite quiet and wondered how Sif was and if she had managed to get her fiery dragon ass back to Asgard.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2014 11:09:43 GMT -5
And just like that the Witchblade started up again with the whispers muttering things to her wanting her to do things. But she knew if she did those things it’d cost her she didn’t know what the price would be but she knew it had nothing to do with Aldrif’s rules. The Witchblade had it’s own set of rules everything for a price which was either blood or a life. She just didn’t know whose blood or life it would take. She had lost three partners to this damn thing. Hopefully she wouldn’t be working with anyone in whatever job she got.
She was pulled from her thoughts as a man handed her a sheet of paper with a list of open jobs on it. Of course there was no homicide detective jobs these guys didn’t look like they murdered each other but then again with her and Dani here things might change. People tended to die in really strange ways around them or you know not stay dead and come back to life as some kind of monster thingy. The problem was she wasn’t totally sure what type of job she should take. A soldier maybe she wasn’t going to be a spy she couldn’t be that sneaky or an assassin she couldn’t just randomly kill people. But she had a feeling that was going to change sooner or later.
Maybe a Valkyrie? She had a feeling she’d have to become a full Asgardian for that but she had a feeling she could handle it the Witchblade’s past users skills were hers to use. Might make training easier maybe it’ll help her in controlling the Witchblade easier. "I'd like to be a Valkyrie. I think that'd suit my skill set best." she finally spoke up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2014 16:43:08 GMT -5
Logan came walking up late he had some things he had to deal with before he could show up here. He didn’t even have to look to know Viper was here he also knew Natasha was here. But there was one person he didn’t expect to see. “Been a while Pez.” he said standing next to Sara who turned to look at him. “Yeah it has.” she replied as she handed him her sheet of paper since he never got one and Aldrif already knew what job she’d like to have. Taking the paper Logan noticed what was still on her wrist “Still got that damn thing I see.” He didn’t know what it all could do but he knew enough to know it was a lot of trouble. “Better me than someone else right?” this caused Logan to briefly to look at Viper before looking back at Sara “Yep.” he said before looking over the paper.
“Elite guard.” he said after a moment it was the best of the best and Logan was the best at what he does. He could have taken a different job a normal one like other people but he didn’t really want to relive old memories from when he was younger. So he stuck with what he was good at doing in this day and age. Besides if they ever go after Ultron he wanted to be right there in the middle of it paying him back for everything he had done not only to Logan but to the world as well.
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Post by Kaileena on Sept 21, 2014 16:52:30 GMT -5
Kaileena watched Amora drop with Loki’s helmet sticking out of her stomach. Before turning her sights on Loki she used her super speed to slam into him before he had a chance to teleport away she wasn’t going to let him get away with this either. Grabbing the side of his head she smashed it into the broken chair one way then the other before punching him over and over again. With Loki too busy being beaten and Kaileena too focused on what she was doing to pay attention to the white light the was growing near them before it consumed them teleporting them into another universe.
The two reappeared in the middle of the throne room while Loki trying to scramble away from Kaileena who grabbed her daggers and embedded them into his kneecaps to keep him from getting away. She enjoyed the scream of pain as she got up “Price of chaos Lord of lies the man who got away with everything because Thor didn’t have the balls to do it and Odin just ignored it. Leaving you free to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted.” she said before kicking Loki to make sure he doesn’t use any of his magic.
“You and Amora are two of a kind thinking you both could use me and look what happened to her. She has your helmet sticking out of her stomach!” She told him circling around him “She loved you and you killed her.” he replied with a groan causing Kaileena to stop and think about what he had said until she realized he was lying again to save himself. She spun around and brought her hand down her sword appearing in her hand then end of the blade being driven into his skull “No more lies!” she yelled even though Loki was already dead. She was doing everything in her power not to lose control and go into a blood rage. She didn't want anymore people under her power.
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Post by Viper on Sept 21, 2014 21:51:31 GMT -5
And this meeting just seemed to get better, didn't it? Now, along with a woman who would have no problem throwing her back through the portal to Earth, viper was stuck dealing with her ex-husband as well. She could feel every time he glanced at her, making her hate him all over again. Why the hell was he here anyway? What, was he not able to open up a bar and no one was up to drink with him all day and night? Perhaps, if she was lucky, being an elite guard would send him to another realm and he would be stuck there for the rest of his miserable life.
Rather than say anything to him, Viper quietly looked over the piece of paper given to her. She heard the New York woman give her answer and was a bit surprised that Natasha had spoken yet. Perhaps she was biding her own time. "I'll take on either the role of a Valkyrie or an assassin, which ever is preferable or needed more," she answered. Both jobs would suit her, though the prospect of being a Valkyrie, that would be something interesting to do.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Loki having his ass handed to him by some unknown woman. Viper stepped back as she made the killing blow, preferring not to get blood or anything thicker on her clothing, and watched the girl with a mild interest. The look in her eyes was not an entirely sane one. Viper then glanced at Logan as if to say 'well, you're an elite guard, go ahead and handle this.'
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Post by Black Widow on Sept 21, 2014 22:12:15 GMT -5
Natasha relaxed a little upon seeing Logan. She was glad that he had survived the initial onslaught, but then again, she doubted if anything actually could kill her 'little uncle'. Plus, seeing him here mean t she had another friend on Asgard, and one she could always count on. The redhead gave him a little nod as a form of greeting.
Her mood was lifted further when Natasha saw the one thing she knew she was good at on the list of job opening. "Spy," she said with little hesitation, though her gaze did linger on the role of assassin. She could easily play either. Elite guard was tempting, but not to her liking. As for being a Valkyrie, she had promised Bobbi earlier that she would not change herself. However, hearing Viper's request, she began to have second guesses about her career choice. She didn't trust the woman at all. Depending on what was decided, Natashsa figured she might need to discuss things with Aldrif after their meeting.
If there was an afterwards, which seemed unlikely thanks to the young woman who appeared out of nowhere, killing Loki and yelling about lies and Amora. Reacting on instinct, Natasha stepped back, her hand reaching for her gun. Instead she found an empty holster. They had been left at home. After all, who would need a gun in Asgard? She glanced up at the Enchantress, who appeared shocked and confused by the outburst. What was this woman talking about? Was she from a different timeline? And if so, how would she react to this other Amora, who clearly didn't have Loki's helmet sticking out of her stomach?
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