14840/Lightning Cooked Hot Dogs

Lightning Cooked Hot Dogs
Date of Scene:	23 March 2023
Location:	Central Park, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Boys Will Be Boys
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, Thor, Supergirl

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Juggernaut has posed:
Central Park and the immediate area around it is not unknown for the occasional bizarre happening. It's just part and parcel for life in this town and that's even without the added component of mutants, metas, monsters and mayhem. In fact..at the moment things seem to be rather quiet and..well ordinary and mundane. So naturally that's too good to last as those near to the Central Subway entrance get an eyefull of what's coming next and begin to clear out and make room as if pushed aside by the sheer presence of the impending newcomer.

Indeed, the arrival of one Citizen Cain Marko to any given area usually invites some form of fanfare and visual spectacle. Even restrained as he is now, he still passes for little more then a wrecking ball with arms and legs and to watch him emerge from the subway station nearest to Central Park is something akin to watching Godzilla slowly crest up through the surface of the ocean, so massive is the man and so small the wide eyed and mildly terrified looking crowd of people that are at present encompassed around him are in comparison.

Once he reaches the street level the crowds begin parting around him like waters surging around a mountainous landmass as he comes to a stop to look the area over. For his part, the behemoth looks un caring and dismissive of the world around him, dressed with a vest that somehow stretches across his gargantuan body, jeans, tee shirt and baseball cap that shows tufts of his red hair from beneath it. A cartoonish image of the aforementioned Godzilla sits on his expanse chest. One might wonder who tailors his clothes.

An even bigger mystery might be how the hell he managed to fit onto and ride the subway to begin with.

Thor has posed:
It's far from any kind of literal Eden, but metaphorically, in the heart of the greater New York metro, Central Park is close enough to be respite from the concrete jungle, or a magnificent point of coalescence for revelry; and advertising! The Mighty Thor strides as a strange mirror and dramatic dichotomy to Cain's arrival, a long but unhurried step carrying the God of the Storm down the sidewalk. He's in the process of devouring an ice cream cone that once, in the long long ago, also featured chocolate and peanuts.

Dressed in a tight gray sweatshirt and worn denim, Thor isn't as immediately remarkable-- but here and there he's approached for an autograph or a selfie, which he amicably indulges, or graced with a wink or a smile. These, he oft returns. The smaller of the two divinely imbued titans catches sight of the metaphorical Godzilla as a group of tourists parts urgently before the Civvienaut, and Thor's response is somewhat unusual for those gathered.

Rather than keep his distance and shoot a surreptitious photograph, or get clear of the unnervingly large redhead, the Asgardian Avenger cuts a path directly towards Cain, the brilliant focus of his gaze even on the larger fellow even as Thor continues to diligently devour his frozen treat. Ah, Midgard; for such a backwater, it proves a land of endless surprises.

Juggernaut has posed:
Near the edge line, where the sidewalks of the concrete jungle give way to the walkways and paths that wend and wind their way through the park, is a hot dog vendor busy minding his own business and setting up a new set of goods and wares to replace the ones that were sold in the last late afternoon rush of purchasing he just experienced. It's been a good day so far and without incident which is always a good thing.

So imagine his surprise when a great shadow falls upon him with all the gloom of rumbling stormcloud..and the vendor straightens up only to find his eye level staring tight at that cartoonish image of Godzilla plastered like a billboard image across the vast expanse of Cain Marko's torso.

"Augh.." mutters the poor man, stumbling back a few steps and tilting his head up to look at the sunglasses sporting shadowed face of Marko ..who himself is ignoring the man but instead slowly and methodically looking over the menu offerings while rubbing his chin in mild thought. His sausage sized fingers scratch absently at his chin, producing a sound not unlike a steel wool brush dragging across concrete as his unshaven brick of a jaw works itself back and forth as he ponders his snack options.

Then the approach of Thor is noted by the vendor and the poor man blinks a few times, utterly speechless. He looks back and forth between the approaching Storm Lord and the red haired behemoth and does so enough times that Cain finally speaks, growing irrate but as of yet not aware o Thor's approach.

"Relax, will ya? i didn't come over here sayin' Fee FI Fo Fum or something, did I? I just want a hot dog and some chips."

Thor has posed:
Who -is- that un-masked man? Cain in a veritable conduit for godly power, for the might of unmaking, and it's all but impossible for a being such as Thor to miss. Perhaps unwisely, the Asgardian reacts to this with far more intrigue than apprehension, pacing Marko's advance into the park for a time, and then gaining ground on the mountainous fellow as Cain comes to a stop at the hot dog stand. This gives Thor ample time to savor his ice cream, and perhaps better suss out the situation; though the jury remains out on that aspect.

"A fellow of such unusual girth requires a most substantial weiner!" The Asgardian declares, coming up towards the stand a respectful stride or three off Cain's right flank. "I suggest the chili and onion, myself-- though I am told it can be quite the trial for the digestive systems of the less resilient." But that doesn't seem to be Cain... one certainly hopes. Hulk with an upset tummy is not a thing anyone wants to witness.

"Do not be too harsh with the poor fellow, their species has a natural prey response confronted with much larger animals; a tradition of hunting mammoths and alligators without equivalent strength, as I understand it." It's very jovial. It's very forward. This is Thor we're talking about, here. The statuesque blonde throws the hot-dog vendor a reassuring wink that seems to perhaps HALF land.

Juggernaut has posed:
It -kind- of works. If nothing else it pulls Cain's attention away from the hot dog vendor and prevents the man from starting to shake in his boots at what he perceives as Cain's rising ire. "R-right.." he stammers before, without being asked if it's alright, just sort of automatically starts putting together said chili and onion weiner while also absently reaching out and grabbing a random bag of BBQ chips, managing this while not pulling his wide eyed gaze away from the two mystical titans.

For his part, Cain simply blinks a few times and then slowly turns, grinding his feet into the ground and rotating around like some sort of monstrous sherman tank mounted atop a turn table.

He blinks a few times once he lands his eyes upon the speaker. His reddish eyebrows cranking high over the top of his sunglasses and his ice blue eyes widening ..and then narrowing abit. This is all ultiamtely accompanied by a slight smile tugging at the sides of his mouth as if a private joke lingers in him that can't wait to come bursting out to the forefront..but he remains restrained.

"Oh yeah..?" he finally rumbles, "..I mean..I guess that makes sense. "

The vendor holds out the hotdog..nervously..and Cain turns and inspects it..and then he takes it. Challenge accepted one supposes. "I think I can handle it." he concludes, smile growing to a grin as his other hand pulls out a few bucks to pay for it all. Like a good law abiding citizen.

Thor has posed:
Thor smiles right back-- though rather than some devious (or dirty) inner joke, this gesture seems borne of sincere affability. One does try to be a responsible diplomat, after all. "I harbour no doubts." The God of Thunder concurs, nodding encouragingly towards Cain.

"Come, walk with me a moment?" It's toned as a question, but treated as somewhat rhetorical; a suggestion from a man used to just getting what he requests, as a rule. Thor gestures towards an increasingly wooded path, and renews his even pace of godly leisure along that vector. "A warrior of such great and cosmic might must have intriguing purpose in this city; Hail you from this realm?" It's 'are you from around here?', Thor. Though that might further stretch the stretched undertones of this interaction to undue bulge.

"I am Thor, the Odinson; King of Asgard." It's a humble introduction, by his standards. A nearly casual shrug of politesse. It's a somewhat sore subject now, anyway-- or at least a sad one. Once a bastion amongst the Realms, now the Asgardians are refugees in lands they once stewarded; in realms they once, more distantly, ruled.

Juggernaut has posed:
"Keep the change, pal."

Cain's boulder grinding rumble vibrates down into the hot dog vendor who nods lightly and then finally lets out a breath as Cain turns and begins to approach Thor. He shakes his head, light headed now and still shaking as he collects the five and begins to eeeaaassee his hot dog stand further away from the two giants even though Cain is departing and moving closer to Thor. No doubt he will gain much cred amongst his fellow vendors once this story gets spread and increase his NPC ranking.

"Yeah I thought I recobnized you. Nicetameetcha." Cain's vast presence rolls up closer to just before he takes a good chunk of the weiner and ponders how to answer Thor's other comments. His eyes squint slightly though if it's at the taste of the hot dog or at trying to fumble up an excuse to account for Thor clearly sensing the cauldron of power that boils within Cain is perhaps a question.

So..a deflection then: "King tho'? I didn't know you were -king- of Asgard tho'.. I guess they need to get to updatin' the school books or something yeah?"

He waves the hand holding the half eaten dog around, physique creaking and groaning as his muscles press like grinding tectonic plates against each other and his garments despite his casual movements. "Cosmic what now?" he finally notes, "...Sounding a little outta my paygrade Thor. Whatcha implyin'?"

Thor has posed:
In the long-term, it's a story the sausage peddler can tell and re-tell to the disbelief or awe of many. In the short-term, it might be time to find a restroom. By the standards of most, Thor is a big man. Relative to Cain? Well, he stands taller than most when face to chest with the Juggernaut, so there's that. Rather than the outward reflection of godlike strength, the Asgardian King stands as a statuesque, dense package, each motion that of a masterful warrior with millennia of experience. Every subtle tension coursing with the quiet growl of distant thunder.

As eager as Cain is to deflect from answering the line of initial questioning with any directness, Thor is to deflect back from delving into exactly what's changed to make him King-- or exactly what he's been left King -of-. In fact, he just elects not to answer. The confused, innocent act Cain effects? Well, Loki may count Thor an easy mark; but he isn't THAT simple.

"Indeed! A conduit of nigh-unfathomable strength, perhaps the willful expression of a being beyond the normal bounds of this time and space?" He has more than his share of lore and exceedingly ancient and mystical history to draw upon; but it's still not Thor's area of expertise. "Or have you been struck from beyond with power and responsibility still beyond thy ken?!?" Could this be the awakening of a new, mythic hero!? Just to test his certitude, Thor reaches out to give Cain a testing, carefully firm shoulder-shove.

Juggernaut has posed:
Well now, this matter has become more complicated and fast. Not everyone knows that Cain is The Juggernaut and it's allowed for some degree of mobility when he's not 'clocked in' so to speak. He gets by. Maybe at most a mutant or meta, especially if he's hanging around Mutant Town but..that's still not the freakin' Juggernaut. It's one thing to be assumed as just some giant mutant brawler or a particularly gifted human athlete but Thor here is just cutting right to the chase.

And then there's the fact of Thor's affiliation. Any one of them could pop up, some of them may even be on terms with Xavier or have quick access to certain databases wherein sussing out his identity would be no problem and then..the jig is up.

Not that Cain -really- cares, when all is said and done. The problem with thinking that you're invincible is that ego can trump common sense every now and then. The only thing really bothering him about his identiy being realized is that it might mess with his ability to do things like..go to the bank, the local strip club or a the mall, book a flight or something on an off day.

So when Thor attempts the light shove.. he doesn't move. It's not in his nature to 'fake it and Thor finds his shoulder shove is met by unyielding brute strength and bracing that plants him as firmly immovable. A reflexive action on Cain's part really. He even absently finishes off his hot dog as this takes place.

Then: "Nnngh. Whoa, whoa, hey now there blondie. Gettin' kinda personal there. You didn't even pay for my hot dog." His other hand waves around the unopened chip bag as both arms ultimately lift into a massive rolling shrug. A sound like industrial leather being stretched as his sinew creaks and the giant relaxes the restraints just a bit. "...So you -can- see magic eh? No foolin'! That's cute. Well guilty as charged I guess. You could say I got a connection with something straight outta a D&D book yeah. Might even need to drop the 'Nigh' off of Unfathomable Strength..not that I'm braggin'. Just the way it is."

Thor has posed:
"Do you lack in riches with which to procure further savoury slathered sausages?" Thor seems authentically concerned about this; for at least a moment. No one should go hungry! But it seems a particular catastrophe on the scale where the Juggernaut operates! There's not a lot of surprise when Cain resists the half-hearted shove-- it just confirms what Thor already suspects, after all. Especially when Marko proceeds to not brag.

The God of Thunder's smile widens, and he nods with a conspiratorial wink, "Of course, of course my even larger friend! My mistake!" One might get the distinct impression that certain Asgardians may have heard this angle before... and even learned to just go along with it.

"I suppose..." Thor's voice drops in volume, once again as if he's partaking in a magnificent secret worthy of protection, "Much depends on the relative perspective from which one seeks to fathom such." Which is his own contribution to not bragging, and just examining the situation as it is!

To his credit perhaps, the Stormbringer does not immediately expound on the nuanced distinctions between 'seeing' magic and having exceptional, divine senses and an eon of acuity to the champions of the cosmos and sources of immense energy. The line between cosmic science and mystical pantheon can become very murky at the high end, after all; it's a course's worth of dissertation, minimum. "Which brings us back to the /purpose/ of this vast strength..." Perhaps something in Cain's evasive attitude is just a slight bit ominous to the boisterous blonde.

Juggernaut has posed:
Well now, this is about to get 'fun' now isn't it. Avengers don't seem to be about to show up and there are no X-Men in sight to ruin his potential play..and so Cain slowly let's that shark like grin return once more. He absently brushes his fingers off as he considers Thor's words and then rumbles with a strange sort of cadence that manages to combine cheerful and ominous all at the same time: "Ooooh..I can 'fathom' alot!"

The giant then feigns a touch of disappointment at Thor not taking his words at face value, "I mean..c'mon...I thought you were impressed at first. Now you trying to make me feel all puny or something?"

He waves his hand and looks away, scoffing slightly before pausing for effect and then looking back to Thor. "As to the rest...Purpose? Hm.."

That part is..interesting perhaps. Cain actually has a moment of mild self reflection but then begins to ru through his rolodex of potential answers."

"Can't something just exist just to exist? Why power gotta have a purpose? Maybe it just 'is'?" Look at him getting all philosphical.

"I aint here on some sorta mission, if that's what you're asking. At least right now.. You could say I'm just..between jobs."

Thor has posed:
"Puny?" Thor seems legitimately confused at the accusation, or the very idea of it. "No, no-- warriors of such mettle are rare in any Realm, my larger friend of the unspoken name." Rare also is for such sass to be toned with such direct truth. Respect and indictment in one even turn of a phrase. Maybe he IS Loki's brother.

"The purpose of some weapons, some warriors, is indeed to rest until they are needed; until the time presents. But all too often the listlessness speaks of distress of the soul; to find one's place in any world requires more than the most magical compass." It's a great conundrum of life. Of power. Of being Worthy. All philosophical, indeed; Asgardians may be known for that. "As to my self, I am intrigued, more than impressed. At least as of yet!" Thor clearly -expects- to become impressed, rather than scoffing at the idea.

It is, after all, why he's stalking strange redheads into Central Park. "If you've no ventures to satisfy-- let me challenge you to a bout, or many rounds of drink!" Blue eyes dart right, then left. Then Thor frowns, a profound and thoughtful frown. "Perhaps not /here/ though." Someone is BOUND to yell at them about that. Humans are very touchy creatures. "Do you possess the power of flight?"

Juggernaut has posed:
"Uh.."

He's slightly off guard now. Thor is a meathead, this much is clear, but there is just that much open, friendliness and seeming sincerity that Cain begins struggling somewhat now. He didn't come here looking for a fight a or to cause any mayhem and..it's a line of questioning that's somewhat entertaining and not particuarly offensive either. Juggernaut can be a social guy when you just..treat him normally. It doesn't take much to set him off but..really Thor's done nothing wrong..is -doing- nothing wrong.

Inside of him, however, something stirs with boredom and anxiousness. Pushing at Cain's more violent urges and disappointed in this lack of satisfaction. There -is- the fact that Thor has identified Cain as more then mortal and yet now seems to be..not giving him his due. Of course this is all not necessarily intentional but it's enough for that one little part of Cain to latch onto and tumble over and over again. He -could- just agree to get some drinks and laugh about it..

Or..

"I don't fly." THis said hastily and then even faster, "And I don't need a lift either. Here..I tell ya what. I'll give you a demonstration. Rigth here. Right now. But..we don't need to wreck anything, naw. I got self control. Not like that green toddler of yers, right?>"

He tosses the bag of chips over his shoulder. The fact that he never got to eat it forgotten in the middle of a sudden urge to mischief rising up in him "Whaddya say?"

Thor has posed:
From where Thor's standing, he doesn't even realize he's ruffling Cain's feathers. It is what it is-- where most of the city, most of the world, even most super-powered individuals react to the Juggernaut with fear, mistrust, or at best wary care, to the God of Thunder the Avatar of Cytorrak's presence is something else entirely. That unusual instance where he gets to meet, perhaps, a peer. No exponential proliferation of Kryptonians can make that sensation less novel to the Midgard-loving King of Asgard.

At the same time, that utter lack of intimidation factor has a substantial impact on the dynamic; and even affable directness can ring as condescending or dismissive. It is, after all, all fathomed on scales of relative experience and perspective.

Cain's counteroffer, however, leaves Thor visibly, profoundly crestfallen. After this moment, he nods his head in only mildly reluctant acquiescence. "Well of course one /can/ without wrecking anything..." It just seems definitively more boring, doesn't it?

"But yes, of course, I am being presumptuous!" Tony says he does that a lot. "As you wish, mote it be!" And with that, Thor shucks off his hoodie, a simple dark blue tank top beneath it. The Asgardian cracks his neck, and lithely rolls massive, tightly corded arms out to his sides. Next to Cain, perhaps Thor does not look as large as he normally does-- but ultimately, the scale of their builds is not so different, if at distinct settings on the 'height' slider. Dense, and not in the head in this case... confident... Mighty.

Juggernaut has posed:
"Greeeaaaat!"

Cain's voice belts out a cheerful rumbling note of happiness at Thor's willingness to go along with his proposal. His massive arms raise to their sides, his physique swells and the very air seems to vibrate from the pressure of his movements, as if he were switching off restraining bolts one at a time. He brings his hands back together again, producing a heavy meaty *THWAM* that truly shakes the immediate area around them as he looks Thor over and then rumbles with glee, "Don't be so glum, chum! I promise to make it entertaining. And look..we won't get in trouble! I mean..well.."

Cain makes a few non committal gestures, "There might be a little bit o'collateral damage but you know...Damage Control..gotta keep 'em employed, right?"

His shark like grin returns as he slowly and ponderously considers Thor. The truth is..in another time and place perhaps they might have simply become drinking buddies with the occasional sparring going on between them. Cyttorak boils in the brutes blood, true enough, but there's something else going on as well. Cain's always been full of malice. Cyttorak stokes what's always been there and so irked, the giant doesn't simply want to show Thor how strong he actually he is. He wants to humiliate him.

"Let's start with somethin' simple. You. Just hold your ground. I'll try pushin' you back. Just a little push. Say..." He gestures vaguelly beyond Thor, "Back to that tree over there. You try and stop me. Okay? If you can manage that.. we'll escalate it. Maybe go ahead with your plan."

Thor has posed:
"You are undercutting your previously claimed precision." Thor notes, somewhere between jovial and prophetic. As far as Thor is concerned, he may in fact have just met a new drinking buddy and sparring rival! Of course, even with a keen grasp of the level that Juggernaut may land on, Thor's own confidence and capabilities are well tested, and perhaps TOO thoroughly trusted by the Asgardian champion.

As to the challenge itself? "That is suspiciously specific!" He does grasp the trap before him, but then... that's sort of what he asked for, isn't it? Bracing his stance, one thickly corded arm locks to his side as he squares a shoulder off with Cain, nodding once. "Shove away, Anonymous Avatar!" the God of the Storm encourages, with perhaps an off-putting amount of enthusiasm given the Juggernaut's supernaturally accentuated, seething ire.

Rather than simply stand his ground and hold against the charge, when Juggernaut closes to point blank, Thor will hurtle forward, flying just off the ground, and meet charge with shoulder tackle, fully committing to a full-on collision with Cyttorak's chosen champion, a rumble of mystical power coursing through him as the hint of lightning crackles in the statuesque blonde warrior's eyes.

Juggernaut has posed:
Is he a dumb jock or a warrior-god of the storms with thousands of years of experience? The answer is 'Yes', of course, give or take levels of what it means to be a 'dumb jock' but Cain isnt' quite so perceptive and so when Thor clearly clues in on his 'cheat code' so to speak, he just grunts inwardly. The Odinson is just insiting on innocently taking the fun out of all of this. He can't even be legit in his anger and ire and he knows that..which just makes his anger and ire all the more intense.

In other words, petty and spite. He's just being petty and spiteful now. Neither are a good combo with someone with Cain's temperment on a -good day- let alone when his defenses are low and Cyttorak is there amping up his bubbling fury.

"Hey, I'm the picture o'innocence." he protests before gearing up for this event, making a show of pantomining the act of doing a bear hug as he loosens his arms up. Each pump of his gigantic limbs seems to almost inflate him larger and larger. His physique swelling and ballooning as his rising anticipation manifests more visually. He then begins moving forward, taking a step and ..suddenly there's a Thor all in his face with lightning in his eyes.

He wasn't expecting that. Neither was the immediate area around him. The impact kicks off a shockwave and a rumble of the earth that rips the terrain up, bends trees and sends some nearby pedestrians off their feet from the ground bowing and surging like a rippling carpet. A loud *KABOOOM* rips violently through the park. Causing car alarms to go off in the distance.

Cain...doesn't move an inch backwards though the Odinson no doubt suspected soem sort of cheat here. Indeed, Thor finds himself fully stopped in mid air against the torso of the colossal man who, though slowed, continues moving and pushing back against the god of storms. Cain'sn eyes, revealed now as his shades have been blasted away, widen with some surprise though. The sudden ferocity and Thor just blasting into him like that wasn't how he imagined this.

"Heeeey..that wasn't too bad!" declares the giant. His other foot raises to begin another step, leaning his full weight into Thor and pushing onward. " You weren't kiddin' huh...What else ya got blondie?"

Thor has posed:
At first, Cain dictates the force of that initial impact, and Thor matches it. It's with more satisfaction than surprise that he finds himself still driven backwards, and the shockwave that could pass for an unpredicted earthquake? That barely seems to register with either combatant, even if it likely SHOULD trigger some alarms for at least one of the muscly men. "I can do this all week!" It certainly SOUNDS like bravado-- and to be fair, it definitely is-- but no one's lie detector is likely to raise too much fuss.

For just a moment, both arms flex, both palms press to Cain's upper chest, and the God of the Storm unleashes his own proactive might more fully. The ground rumbles protest, the air itself flees the crucible. It's tempting to test a blow, but well. "Those such as we cannot possibly engage in righteous combat in a place such as this without innocent terror or blood." Sadly, it is in fact as he thought.

Perhaps MORE sadly, Cain really isn't quite what Thor HOPES. Still, his reversal slows, NEARLY stops-- but mysticism intercedes and step after forceful step, the Juggernaut gains ground; just likely not the trainwreck worth of ground that the massive marauded EXPECTED to gain. Kicking upwards, Thor extricates himself from the collision and hovers a short span above, raising a hand to the sky. "I know of only one thing that might stop such a formidable trick!" In a very literal sense, in this case.

From the mostly sunny sky, clouds swirl and gather, a dark coalescence of extremely savage thunderstorms raging around a localized, central point. Lightning surges within, striking that bullseye of the storm repeatedly, nigh instantly, and like a bolt itself the iconic warhammer roars from on high, settling precisely into Thor's grasp. "Try to budge THIS!" And with the hammer leading, Thor crashes back to Earth, driving the cosmic masterwork back at that central point, more intent on opposing Cain's motion than on delivering actual impact. Luckily for everyone involved, more than likely.

Juggernaut has posed:
Bearing in mind that Juggernaut's initial interest wasn't in going at Thor like an out of control incoming meteor.. the fact that Thor resists as much as he does..indeed causes the giant man purses his lips and wrinkle his nose in some surprise and as the resistance increases and escalates and he finds himself needing to actually start to put some effort into the process and even in that..when he expected to be just shoving Thor across the landscape like a rag doll - the thunder god yet persists in his resistance..and Cain frowns. Really, really frowns.

An urge to just cut loose boils up within him now and he starts a prepatory antic but Thor pulls away just in time, kicking up into the air and Cain stumbles forward a step or two before staightening up in surprise and confusion.

"Guys stronger then I thought.." he mutters, calculating this all in his mind. The irony here being that THor is actually one of the few beings who -could- manage to push the giant back with a full release of the might of the hammer and the godforce within.

"That almost felt like grapplin' with ol'Jade Jaws and we'd hardly gotten started.. hey what the-!"When the lightening show begins, Cain actually tenses, bracing himself now as he looks on and then around him and then he -really- frowns as that hammer shows and the roar of the storm centralizes itself fully on Thor. "..Hey..you're actually kinda crazy!" he declares in surprise at the sudden escalation. Either Thor truly has some faith in this large stranger he just met..or he's just nuts. The answer here is probably yes.

He has no time for another quip because once again Thor is upon him..this time with the hammer leading the way and once again there is a raging impact. A storm of kinetic force that ..though it could be much worse..is still pretty bad considering who is dueling here.

The sound rips and roars across the park. Trees fall and the ground sunders as the force transfers through the target into the area around him. There is a flash of light and a horrendous boom.

And Juggernaut..for it is Juggernaut in full regalia now..holds his ground and is not moved back. The empowering of the Exemplar of Physical Power welling up and the earth ripple and recoils as the now nearly ten foot giant looms up like a mountain range on both the physical and mystical landscape before Thor. He is not..happy. Now, reading the hammer as a serious attack versus an attempt at this 'game'. "So you wanna play rough, eh!?"

His fist hurtles around, coming from his side in a straight forward slamming blow usually reserved for gamma powered rivals, distorting the air around it and ripping up the earth yet more just from the swing as he bellows, "Let's see if ya can handle my Sunday Punch!"

Supergirl has posed:
"~I caaaan shooow you the woooorld!" Kara Zor-El is twirling in flight with her short pleated skirt fanning out from her hips as she cuts through clouds above the surface. She moves fast enough that her passage leaves a trail through the condenced atmospheric pressure. A super sonic chem-trail! Wooshing down as she sings, rolling over with her ankles crossed, a dramatically long pause in her passage to raise her cellphone in the air to snap off a Selfie! PEACE SIGN! Big cheesy grin!

"~Shining shimmering, spleeeendid!" Her course is directionless. From Metroplis to Central City, all the damn way around Gotham to keep from invading that dark smear of chemical infused nastiness, towards New York across the bay! This isn't her usual stomping ground, but she's on a joy-flight. Clear her head. Listen to some disney music in her earbuds.

Typical Kara stuff.

When there is suddenly a sound like the earth itself protesting! Hell no, it says, we wont go, it says. The ground itself becoming the victim of two inhumanly powerful beings locking horns like a couple of excited Billy Goats. Followed quickly by the howls of dozens, if not hundreds, of citizens who are caught in the cross-fire. They scream, the sounds of their panicked howls, it hits Kara as she passes within a few hundred aerial miles of Central Park.

So she kicks into gear. ROCKETING forward with a *CRACK BOOM* that displaces the cloud around her and has her skirt fluttering with her cape behind her. Licking the sky and fluttering fabric as she descends like a tiny 5'5" missile. Just as the crack of lightning descends around her! She twirls out of its path and rolls over in a forward aerial flip that lands her in a precarious position dead infront of the fist Juggernaut is hurling towards the Dreamy AF God of Thunder.

There will be eye-lashes fluttered.

Later. Right now... she brings both of her hands up and sets her back foot to brace herself. The massive marauders knuckles hit her in both extended palms... and the impact is almost seismic. A KA-BOOM of kinetic force defused across her fists. Both high cut boots dig down into the ground, pushed back against the force of such a titans powerful force...

Until the tiny, demunitive, blue on blue, red caped Blonde headed figure stares up at him from over knuckles as big as her whole-ass fists. "Yo... What in the FRIK!"

"Do you need a hug, man? Can we not destroy New York, is that a thing we can not do?"

> Supergirl has entered the chat.

Thor has posed:
Deadlock. It's exactly the outcome Thor truly sought here, at the end of the day-- so it just prompts a widening grin... one that's punctuated by a wary darting of eyes two and fro. At least people are fleeing, right? Not being crushed by tree shrapnel or hurtling rocks. So far. Then... the God of Thunder looks back to is quarry. His quarry who's conjured is own suit of iconic armor, and become much more notably recognizable.

Well then. It appears that the titan Thor thought to befriend and parlay into grand adventure and superheroic daring is actually... the JUGGERNAUT. That's certainly a bitch. The moment of-- finally-- surprise and betrayal is writ large on Thor's face, and he would likely have simply eaten the sudden more overt hostility square in his stalwart jaw if not for Supergirl's timely super-fast intercession.

Instead, his lengthy mane flutters wildly behind him, while the taut cloth of tanktop and denim instead cling to the Thunder God's musculature as he staggers backwards, absorbing the wave of invisible force. When he sees who interceded on his behalf, MOST of Thor's smile returns. "Ah, yes, good-- I believe." This isn't the sporting bud of camaraderie after all, is it? So interruption is fine, instead of dishonorable! "Such unfounded anger! I rose to meet your challenge, this is not even the beginnings of 'rough'!" Promises, promises.

The dissipating striations of mystical stormclouds above swirl together anew as a rumble of thunder reverberates around them-- most people have experienced a REMARKABLY close and intense clap thereof, but this time? This time the thunderclap is /literally/ directly above them. This IS ground zero. In a shimmering refraction of light Thor is cast in the brilliance of a rainbow from the storm, his form consumed by electrical current akin to starlight somehow translocated to a terrestrial surround.

As the bolts clear, his form is resplendent in form-fitted mail and intricate, ornately etched armored plates. Around his waist is cinched an unusual remix of plated faulds, its own enchantment singing even above the mystical resilience of the entire suit. Thor's head is enclosed by a winged helm, and the first sunbeam of the breaking clouds finds him to brilliantly offer encore to the God of Storms' profound shining.

"Were I you-- Juggernaut-- I would accept the generous hug from the magnificent-- the OTHER magnificent blonde-- and count thy divine blessings!"

Juggernaut has posed:
Confusion. Pure confusion reigns. Juggernaut's eyes, still crackling with the crimson energy of his patron as his suit and size had barely finished appearing, widen even larger as his fist is caught and he finds himself staring, face to face with..uh...um..

"..Did you change yer hair..?" No wait. That wasn't right. He blinks in more confusion and then rears back while bellowing, "Wait, wait, wait. What kinda trick is this! You folk just gettin' wilder and wilder about setting up your ambushes!"

He pulls back, the ground now lurching from the simple movements and presence of the behemoth as he steps backwards a few paces and points at Supergirl, "..You got some nerve. You sucker punch me in that dive just cause you were bored and now you come up in here and get in my way?" He gestures wildly towards Thor, "He hit me with a hammer!!"

At this point he sees Thor approach and hears his veiled threat. Juggernaut fully turns and glares at the man only to realize that he did indeed catch that look of betrayal and he processes that for a moment, looking mildly chagrinned. "Look, blondie.. I was just going for a walk, alright? You got all into it.. how could I resist! It was a joke, yeah? Just a joke.. And for the record, yeah I was holdin' back but I figure so were you. I didn't come here to turn this place into a crater."

Cyttorak grumles in disappointment. Juggernaut. Always holding back from the true potential of destruction within him. Morales and scruples. Who needs 'em.

"So..uh..truce..?" That shark like grin returns as he lifts his arms to his sides and looks at each of the blonde titans.

Supergirl has posed:
Confusion? Hecka no, Kara is relieved. She's fairly certain that she could, eventually, tire Juggernaut out... or like... punch him to Mars if she really let loose.. But is that going to solve world hunger? Is that going to help her catch up on six months worth of television program on her TIVO? (That's how long she was in space guys). No, no it will not. It will lead to her having a torn costume, messy hair, and probably falling on her butt in front of the /really/ frikin' hunky God of Thunder.

The demunitive Kryptonian lets her hands drop when Cain opts to pull his fist back rather than wack-a-mole her to China or something... A look of distress becomes one of mild relief. While her tiny little behind is standing in a ditch carved in Central Park when she caught his fist.

With absolutely no effort at all, she leaps up and hovers out of the 2 foot divot in the ground and settles down upon fresher, not cratered, grass. "Okay, first off.. I know we look alike, but she's my sister." Clone really, but whose splitting hairs right? She holds up a finger, "Second, you think I look like her?" Two fingers. She reaches up to size up her chest, moving them back and forth as if marketly pointing out the difference.

"She doesn't wear the S." Perverts.

Palms come together in a brush, so she can turn the full force of her big blue eyes on the wavy blonde hair slowly swirling in the wind of a thunderclap before Thor's head is covered in his Wing-ed helmet. She shakes her head, tracing that luxurious golden hued silky smooth mane, in slow-motions. To everyone else she's just staring, with a big dummy grin on her tiny little face. At least compared to these two mammoths.

Kara?

    Hey Kara?

She blinks and looks around, clearing her throat. Peering around, "It's cool everybody!" Waving to terrified people who had been flung hither and thither, "They're friends now. See?" Pointing at Cain, "Totally be ef efs."

Thor has posed:
"/YOU/ rammed into Mjolnir!" Thor protests. "These were the explicit terms of thine own challenge!" It's an important distinction. A mark that must not stand against the honor of the hammer-- and maybe the Asgardian as well. Besides, if he had really HIT Cain... well. There's even more impact force and fallout involved in something that mad and uncouth! Guardian of Midgard, out here safeguarding New York, ladies and gentlemen!

Strictly speaking, of course, the two titanic godlings collided with one another on that exchange, more than anything. While Thor might be more than willing to continue to escalate, and perhaps TOO confident of his abilities to stand toe to toe with Cain, the perils posed to people around them, and perhaps the structural integrity of swathes of Manhattan, is plenty to pause any wrath or reprisal.

For a long, tense moment, the King of Asgard holds his stormy gaze intent upon the Juggernaut, before double-taking into Kara's... careful study of him. "Yes..." Thor blusters out in affirmation, cleverly buying time for whatever he actually wants to declare. "Just look at her 'S'!" Nailed it.

Suddenly, the God of Thunder is a bit overdressed for the situation, but it's only the helmet that dissipates into the ether as its magic is released, and the Stormbringer settles back to Earth, stepping forward to provide a unified front with Kara. "And I am now more certain than ever that power such as ours /demands/ purpose-- and that your lack of Self feeds this volatile frustration!" At least he recovers by speaking, well... some manner of sense. It's hard to call him WRONG.

"Away from the path of petty spite and avarice, we could be friends. We /should/ be friends." BFFs must mean something different on Krypton; but it's close enough for the hides of those unfortunate enough to spectate too closely. Glancing aside to Kara, though keeping Cain in his peripheral vision, Thor lowers his voice, almost humbly. "Thank you for your intercession; this surely would have gotten quickly out of hand." Because it definitely hadn't yet, Thor. Relative perspective is clearly the theme of the day.

Supergirl has posed:
The pair argue over who may or may not have thrown the first punch and Kara's blue eyes shift betwixt them with a back/forth motion like she's standing between two mountains who are adament that the other is responsible for an Avalanche. Which calls for a little Kryptonian intervention. Stepping up with a palm up in either of their directions!

Enough that if they stepp forward they will land their chests agains her hands. And if not, she's just hovering there between them with the international sign for, 'Guys come on, think of the TIVO'. With a deep, exagerated, sigh. "LADIES! Ladies... you're both very pretty okay?"

She looks to Thor... and smiles, shrinking on her shoulder in a sheepish little shy girl eye-lash flutter (told you that came later...) Then over to Cain.... well she's not grimacing. But look at Thor's hair okay? Seriously.

Just want to run your teeth through it.

Then her phone chirps... and she reaches back after holding up a finger and flicks open the screen with her thumb... whatever she reads changes her disposition entirely. From jovial little ball of energy to something edging dangerously towards terror.

She brings both hands up and responds. Thumbs rushing across keys... staring at the screen for seconds, minutes, hours?

She looks between them. "Don't." Finger held up to Thor. "Fight." Finger turned towards Juggernaut... Then there's a CRACK-BOOM and Supergirl takes flight with a flutter of explosion of air in her wake.

Juggernaut has posed:
Everybody wants to just try punching him into orbit or Mars or assuming they can just hit him with magic hammers but the minute he cuts loose and a city is leveled or a continental shelf broken or tectonic plate moved. suddenly they want to throw him in The Raft in a stasis cell or just banish him to Limbo or whatever. Double standards.

His teeth grit as he hears Thor but the gritting expression fades into a simple tight lipped frown. He's heard this far too often of late.

Clearly he needs real friends. Not friends that will j'accuse him of being the terrible person he is and constantly try and encourage him to do better with his power. No, he needs friends like..uh..Sinister? Magneto?

"For God's sake.." he finally rumbles, "...what is this, a counseling session?"

His next words die on his lips as takes note of Kara's expression and then registers her final words and then the shockwave of her departure. "Hey what the--I guess she realized she was late for her date at the mall or something.."

He then turns his back to Thor, not caring either way it seems. "I'm leaving blondie. You want a -real- tussle?" he pauses and turns slightly, moving liek a semi truck trying to look over its own shoulder, "..I can arrange that. Maybe you got a point. Maybe I do need to focus a bit more. Lemme think about it.." His grin, shark like once more, has returned as the wheels are clearly turning in that brain space of his. "..You know..a regular ol'Fight Club."