Let's Play Twenty Questions

Circe smirked a little a what Zarda, happy that she was showing a bit of forethought for a change. Perhaps her... having a momentary change in living status had opened her eyes to the fact that no, not everyone was invulnerable to everything. Not her and not Superman. Circe was glad of the change. Perhaps Zarda would be a little more prudent in the future, even if only for a little while.

As for the discussion about her asking questions, Circe gave her wife a momentary glare and frown. "So, I should go back to how it was when we first met? Using my magic to just innately know everything about everyone?" The goddess could actually do that and had done such a thing when she was first with Zarda. However, she quickly learned why it was such a bad idea, as surprises tended to be quickly ruined by such abilities. Circe had stopped with that magic, but clearly trying to compensate, she began asking questions. It seemed she could never find a happy medium with such things.

Zarda's whisper brought Circe out of her thought process, and she did as ordered. Not a second after the silver choker was around Kaileena's neck, Circe was by her side, ready to catch her if she fell. She also had in her hand a warm, wet cloth which she used to gently wipe the girl's face clean. Everyone would likely assume the actions were the result of her motherly instincts taking over, but Circe was familiar with the effects of a magical overload. Alien ability or not, she would treat it the same. Besides, the girl looked like she could use a bit of comfort. "It's all right. You can rest now. You've done a wonderful job of clearing out Olympus."

"She will be watched closely, All-Mother. I can assure you of that. And I doubt it will be easy for her to create a new HYDRA here on Asgard. Your display against Odin likely made others fearful of standing against you. But if you are that wary, the offer to make her magically comply still stands." Amora was not about to lose what she had with this new empire, especially not sue to some damn mortal who had obedience problems. If need be, she would handle Viper herself.

Amora stared at Mjolnir and then at Aldrif. Was the woman serious? Was she really asking her to wield the hammer? This wasn’t possible. Thor could not be dead. He couldn’t have been defeated by those metal beasts, since he had faced them time and again and survived every single encounter. Yet, here was his hammer, laying there on the table as if it had no owner. Amora’s heart caught in her throat. In truth, she had been tempted by his power, though Karnilla had said it was nothing compared to magic. But there had always been the temptation. Of the few times they had shared a bed, Amora had idly touched Mjolnir while Thor slept, just to see if she could get a sense of the power without its owner. It had proved a fruitless endeavor; the metal was cold and solid, showing no pulse of life, and the handle was no more than a grip. She had never dared to move it, afraid to appear the fool as all others did when challenge to lift its weight. But, this was hardly just a simple party game. Aldrif herself wanted a vessel for Thor’s power and the enchantress was more afraid of outright refusing her rather than failing.

Swallowing hard, the enchantress approached the hammer, sensing not an ounce of magic from the weapon. That alone made her feel less than optimistic. She reached out and gripped the leather wrapped shaft, devoid of life and power. Centering herself, she pulled on Mjolnir. For a moment, nothing happened. But then a shock snapped through the woman, something akin to the sensation of static electricity, leaving an odd energy coursing through her body. And Mjolnir was lifted, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then the lightning struck.

Amora had been the target of Thor’s lighting before. Cold, sharp blasts that had teeth, striking without mercy. But this was different. Yes, it was still a cold shock, but more refreshing than harmful, invigorating her body as the magic took hold and changed her. As the blinding flash of light faded, Amora stood there, still the same, but also entirely different. Though her body was still feminine and curved, she had gained muscle, giving her the look similar to Sif, Brunnhilde, or any of the other Valkyries. She was wearing armor; silver enameled with gold and emerald detailing. It wasn’t much, limiting itself to pauldrons, bracers, a war belt, gorget, and a helm. The rest of her attire was cloth and leather. Dear gods, she had never worn so much dead cow in her life. But it was soft and buttery, designed to move easily with her while still giving some protection. Knee high boots, a leather war skirt and bodice completed the ensemble, all in black that was edged in shades of deep green. Her hair was pulled back and braided. The helm, if one could call it that, mirrored Aldrif own design; silver wings filigreed with gold set upon a circlet around her head. The cape was one of the few things that still remained the same, though it was a deeper, garnet red rather than Thor's brilliant scarlet.

Amora felt power, more than she had felt in centuries. She looked up and, though the ceiling stood in the way, she could feel the distant storm clouds and the lightning they held. She could call it and it would listen. But she could attend to and experiment with these powers later. Now was not the time. Blinking, Amora, looked back at Aldrif. “Satisfied, All-Mother? You have your thunder god back.”

Aldrif watched Amora pick up the hammer and gained the powers of Thor. “Yes I am.” she said although it was hard to tell if she was happy or not over the whole thing. One thing she noticed about Amora’s costume it looked like she had a thing for leather as she had a lot of it all over her suit.

She looked over at Circe when she asked who should replace the old gods she used her powers to summer a number of other people including Wolverine, Shanna O'Hara, Bobbi Morse, James Rogers, Black Widow and maybe one other one. “Them including your family.” She had been keeping an eye on these people since they got here and they would make useful replacement gods.

“Okay.” Zarda said before Circe spoke up about the powers would been to be given to new people before they went bad or something like that. Then Aldrif summoned people that would be good replacements. “I call dibs on Poseidon’s powers.” she said because she didn’t want Hera’s powers because that was pretty crappy. The other's looked around wondering what was going on and why they were here. "You all been picked to be replacement Greek Gods."

Kaileena heard what Aldrif was talking about after a moment she forced herself to her feet even though her body protested. She summoned a number of small orbs each one had the symbol of Greek god. Not saying anything to anyone she reached out grabbing a hold of the one that had Hades symbol on it she cracked it opened instead of gaining his powers Death appeared in front of her instead.

“You wish to become an avatar?” the robed figure asked “Yes a true avatar not whatever Ares had done.” Kai said before grabbing ahold of a guard near her to keep herself upright. “I’m dying aren’t I?” “It tends to happen when the living are near me immortal or not.” Kai chuckled at the answer knowing she was seconds away from dying just by being near Death.

“What are you waiting for? I accept whatever you want in return for becoming your avatar.” Death stood there staring at the woman before her for what seemed like hours but was only minutes “Very well. But first you must die.” a bony hand reached out a finger touched Kaileena on the forehead the young woman fell to the ground dead. “First there must be death and rebirth!” with that Kaileena’s body was consumed in a blaze of blackfire. The black flames let out screams of pain that would chill anyone to the bone.

They suddenly died down leaving in their place the new avatar of Death. A woman with skin, hair, and eyes as white as the snow the only color was the blood red lips. She wore a black bikini with matching thigh high boots, fingerless opera gloves and a cape that was black on the outside and as red as her lips on the inside. She stood looking around the room at the people there with an impassive look on her face. “Lady Death….I’ll be watching you don't disappoint me.” Death said before disappearing.

Circe watched as Kaileena staggered to her feet, summoned the orbs, and immediately grabbed the one designated for Hades. She thought that perhaps it had been a mistake on the girl’s fault, and began to speak up when Death appeared. That was something not to be expected. The goddess quietly stood, and retreated a respectful distance back towards Zarda. She then made an active choice of not looking at Kaileena’s speaking companion. Not ignoring , but just willfully acknowledging that she should not give Death any notice, least she draw unwanted attention. It was the polite thing to do when confronted by a cosmic being that could end your existence with a thought. Just before Kaileena collapsed, Circe teleported Lyta back into her arms, holding her close. She was not about to let her run to her sister’s aid.

Eyes closed, she tried not to listen to the screaming flames or sense anything going on via magic. Lyta likewise squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face into her mother's hair, not wanting to be here anymore. It wasn’t until Death’s voice faded away that Circe looked at what became of the girl. No emotions showed on the goddess's face, though there was a slight sigh that escaped her lips. What emotion it conveyed, not even Circe was sure of. Disappointment? Sadness? Mild anger at how quickly Kaileena acted? Perhaps all the above.

"Oh, I know you like getting wet and wild, darling. I just wasn't expecting that pick," she replied, looking over at her wife just in time to see the look of shock on her face. Well, that was interesting. Circe was more than a little curious at that reaction, but now wasn't really the time to ask about such things. Instead, she gently handed Lyta over to Zarda and grabbed the orb containing Zeus' power.

It cracked open easily and power flooded the room. Lightning crackled and spider-webbed all over Circe's body, shocking her and causing her to cry out as the bolts sunk themselves into her skin. Soon she was covered entirely, looking like more of a being comprised of electricity than of flesh as she rode the lightning, the strikes becoming more intense as the minutes passed. But gradually, like a summer storm, the effect faded, leaving the goddess laying there on the floor, a sated look on her face that Zarda would be all to familiar with. She then blinked and slowly sat up, looking rather pleased at her wife. "That was incredible..." she purred, a few sparks playing at her fingertips.

Lyta watched it all, confused and worried for her mother. As soon as it was other with, the little goddess squirmed out of her daddy's grasp and embraced Circe. "Mommy's fine, my little star. Mommy's fine," she reassured her.

And here she thought that Bobbi would be reluctant to let anyone else screw with her body or other parts of her, but clearly Natasha had thought wrong. The light was blinding and the sounds that issued from it were... even on their best nights, Natasha doubted she had ever sounded like. She closed her eyes, trying not to think of all that and the fact that Bobbi had chosen Aphrodite for her powers. Why she did that, who knows, especially since there were still a few remaining 'useful' powers left.

All that was forgotten when she opened her eyes and snuck a peak at the results. Natasha's training kept her face blank and impassive, though her gaze did linger in areas that were unclad. She was beautiful and her face was once again unscarred and whole, a fact that the redhead was grateful for. Hearing Circe make a comment about clothing choice, caused her to glance away, breaking whatever spell she was under.

She guessed it was her turn now. Zarda had called dibs on Poseidon, James had claimed Hephaestus, and that left the twins (which she was not to keen about), Ares (which she did not trust herself with), a few goddesses that were powerful but useless in the general sense of the word, and Athena.

She reached out for that orb, but hesitated at the last moment, self-doubt rising up in her head again. Athena was the goddess of strategic war and wisdom. She would be a good fit for Natasha, but she wasn't sure if she could handle it. She didn't know what the effects would be. Wisdom about everything? Would she know everything about the missions she had done in the past, the lives she had ended? Would that wisdom relate to the Red Room and its projects? She had been trying to cut herself off from that part of her life for years, righting the wrongs she had done, owing debts and favors to people who never knew her. Now taking this mantle made her feel like it would reopen or, worse yet, uncover more things she never wanted to know.

At the last moment, Natasha shook her head and stepped away from the orbs. "I'm declining the offer. I'm not meant to be a god." Ninety some years and she still wasn't comfortable in her own skin, so why would she want another identity to add to the mix?