Thor Odinson (
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edge_of_forever2012-06-29 10:26 pm
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He and the girl had appeared in the giant room some five minutes ago, and he had set her down on a bench, his gaze intense as he told her that he had something he must do, and then he would keep her safe. It was a charge he took seriously, which is why he walked off a ways, and called.
The lights flickered as the sound of screeching metal and rapid roar that sounds like layers of metal buckling over and over, and Thor does not blink or move, just waits, and a moment later the floor panels buckle upward, bits of scrap metal scattering the floor, and all Thor did was smile, unable to stop the chuckle. "Finally." He flexed his fingers around the handle of the hammer now in his hand, and, ignoring the giant gaping hole in the floor, the scattered bits of metal, and the flickering lights. "This is Mjolnir," he said proudly, and it was not until he heard the sound of running footsteps that his battle armor coalesced around him, the armor and red cape as home to him as Asgard.
"Do not move, I will take care of them." He does not know what to expect - robots, perhaps, or monsters like those Loki had summoned, or just humans who thought to control a god - but they would find their prey was far more than they had bargained.
The lights flickered as the sound of screeching metal and rapid roar that sounds like layers of metal buckling over and over, and Thor does not blink or move, just waits, and a moment later the floor panels buckle upward, bits of scrap metal scattering the floor, and all Thor did was smile, unable to stop the chuckle. "Finally." He flexed his fingers around the handle of the hammer now in his hand, and, ignoring the giant gaping hole in the floor, the scattered bits of metal, and the flickering lights. "This is Mjolnir," he said proudly, and it was not until he heard the sound of running footsteps that his battle armor coalesced around him, the armor and red cape as home to him as Asgard.
"Do not move, I will take care of them." He does not know what to expect - robots, perhaps, or monsters like those Loki had summoned, or just humans who thought to control a god - but they would find their prey was far more than they had bargained.