1512/The Other God of War

The Other God of War
Date of Scene:	17 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Thor

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Molly Millions has posed:
    In some corners of the city, it's still possible to find a quiet drink that's not going to cost your first born and most people keep to themselves. Molly has a radar for such places. Anti-smoking laws have been violated in here for decades, and quite possibly the guy that runs the place is a refugee from who knows where. Asgardian, alien? Mutant? Some long-lost druid with his grizzled beard and hands like hamhocks. The lean woman stands out simply for being lean and pale and committing the faux pas against cool that is wearing her sunglasses... in a bar, at night. But right now she's watching a couple of guys play the knife game while nursing a beer, unpreturbed by the company with which she finds herself.

Thor has posed:
A good quiet place to drink? Maybe with some hard to find sorts of alcohol and other inappropriate things? That's going to totally be Thor's thing. And so he's settled, today in civilian clothes as he wears a t-shirt, a leather jacket. He is comfortable, and looking up he sees a figure that he recognizes. Of course, he may or may not have been seen when you walked in. The lights, the shadows in this place, they seem to have fun shifting, showing you a booth at one point and then another time, you may look over and it doesn't even seem like there's a part of the restaurant there. Just darkness. It adds to the ever shifting sense of ambiance, privacy, something creepy ... all in all it's just plain cool. But from the darkness flies a peanut, flicked from the table and heading towards you. maybe it hits your shoulder, maybe it bounces harmlessly on the bar - I mean hey, maybe Thor's a crappy shot.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Yeh, the 'top shelf' probably sports at least a couple of things lethal to mortalkind. Fortunately for Molly, she's about as magically sensitive as a doorknob and has no idea they even exist. Beer on one hand, one foot on the rungs of the next seat over, those silver lenses... both of them, are watching the game in progress. So there isn't, really, much of a chance for her to see that peanut. Except somehow? She does. It's not a conscious thought thing for her, she doesn't so much /decide/ to snap it out of midair in it's arc to her shoulder as her hand moves before her conscious brain catches up.
    The nut's rolled between tapered burgundy nails even as those lenses trail back along the flight path... and then? She has the gall to snort.
    At least, potentially on the upside, when she slides from her spot and with a gesture in Thor's direction she's at least going to provide alcohol by way of apology.

Thor has posed:
Grinning a bit, he smiles over to you as you get up and look at him but at the snort, he just sticks his tongue out. Cause...Thor. He is grinning though as the snort makes him chuckle and he takes another sip of his glowing purple whateveritscalled. It works, and that's what matters. Unlike typical ale, and other Midgard drinks, this actually has an effect and so he is drinking it slower...not like water. You come over though and he stands up cause, you know, manners. "Well hello..." he says with a smile, giving a kinda-sorta bowish thing as he gestures to the booth. The light hits the booth for a moment and he wrinkles his brow, squinitng and then the light moves on. They do have to occasionally peek and make sure that, you know, no one died or something but then its back to dim and something out of a film noir type...film. "Hey there. All healed up?"

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly Millions sets the glowing drink down on the table with all due caution of handling radioactive material, content to stay with her own beer. Having comfortably imbibed enough to not show concern for the somewhat disorientating way the place keeps shifting in her peripherals,"That stuff... looks like it's lethal." she opts for with a nod in the direction of the drink,"Thor, wasn't it? Different clothes... but you're... memorable." for all that she barely looked at him.

"Yes. Had some help in that department but..." the barest kind of shrug as she trails off, only to offer,"So I heard you bet against me." as she elects to settle into the offered seat.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson laughs. It's a hearty sound, filling the bar, in a way that even seems to pierce the darkness, to lessen it just a bit. It's a jovial sound and he nods, "Well...not so much bet as much as I just didn't think you'd win. The size and strength of the other girl looked like it would be more than you'd be able to handle. But you were sneaky...which is in and of itself it's on rather good skill in combat." He seems to be pleased though, having enjoyed the day so far and the night of fighting. "A few surprises that night. It was a great night. I may have to try and join in these if they keep going. I haven't flexed my muscles in a good fight in some time!" He has no shame about having not picked you, but also seems impressed you proved him wrong so...there's that. "And this? Bah...it tickles. Your system may not like it much. But..." and he lifts his glass, tipping it towards you. "You didn't have to but I appreciate the gesture. Thor it is..."

Molly Millions has posed:
    It at least brings a quirk of Molly's lips,"Prolonged battle on fair terms, she would have had me." she's got no qualms about stating,"But I don't play fair." there's that bare shrug of her shoulders again before she laughs behind the rim of her glass,"I've been reading about you. That would be a challenging fight." she raises her own his way in acknowledgment,"I figure I owed you an apology, at least. The... concept of... people, as... concept... god. However you want to put it... isn't one familiar to me. When that man said War bet against me... you weren't the one I was expecting."

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson nods his head, "It's alright. I like to think I'm the better looking version of my other cousins of war. Though I suppose Diana isn't horrible looking either but then we get into Goddess and as far as looks go, most of the Goddesses have us gods beat. So not...a completely fair fight in that regards but I may also be sort of biased." He grins though, clearly having fun with this conversation. "But you did some research hmm? And what else did you learn about me?" Now he is curious as he puts his feet up on his side of the booth, leaning back against the corner wall and looking over. The burgandy nails get a brief glance, little details like that sure to catch his attention, and perhaps a tattoo or two before he looks back to you and meets your gaze. "It would be a short fight if I used all the things I could but that defeats the purpose of a good fight. I would keep it fair if we were fighting for fun. You can't get better if you don't have a chance to learn." It's not bravado, and it's probably true. With his belt of strength, all the things Mjolnir can do, he's beaten entire armies single handedly.

Molly Millions has posed:
    There's a laugh again from Molly, an abrupt little burble of noise that evaporates almost as soon as it begins,"Where I am from, deliberate asymetry was considered the hallmark of the elite. So I'm probably the wrong person to ask." not that he actually did, or that she hides the smirk that she takes a drink from her beer,"What, and stroke your ego some more? I saw your... phone, when you were talking with that other woman. So I'm certain you can look it up yourself if you wanted to."
    Those nails are entirely too feminine for the simplicity of the rest of her outfit, the fingertips upon which they rest blend in with the rest of her skin flawlessly... but they're too smooth, and absent the whorls and lines of fingerprints entirely. What can be glimpsed of her tattoos hold the appearance of circuitry, and may seem black at first sheen, but ever so subtley the color shifts over time. Then there's those lenses. They're not glasses; there's no bridge to them, no arms, the silver inset into the flesh of her face above the cheekbones with the barest seam, sealing off her eye sockets entirely.
    "As I said... it would be a challenging fight." the wry smile suggests that she's fully cognizant that some people might choose to use 'hopeless' or 'suicidal' in place of challenging but it's not the one she goes with,"You are part of the Avengers. Which, as far as I can tell... are a group of super-powered individuals sworn to protect the Earth...?"

Thor has posed:
"Sort of," he answers back. "There's not actually an oath. At least, not one that I ever took. Sort of fell in with the group because at one point we had a common goal and for the most part, our goals continue to stay aligned. But needs change, people's agendas shift...I don't know that The Avengers will ever be a static group or that it will always have the full support of every member all the time. But when push comes to shove...yeah...I think the goal is that we take care of this place and other places that need protecting."
    He does note the little details,a nd it's not like he's shy about looking to you. You can see his gaze, or at least perceive it perhaps, however your senses seem to work as theya re certainly different than other people...thant he typical perosn one might run into. He takes another sip of his drink though and nods. "To overcoming challenges then,' he offers, tipping his glass again as he takes that next sip and sits back then. "You...however...are no fun," he laments with regards to you not sharing what you found.

Molly Millions has posed:
    "That seems... looser than I would have expected." Molly listens, at least to judge from the way those silver lenses stay directed his way as he speaks, she listens. There's no effort to conceal the oddities of her appearance, if she even realizes that they're oddities. She raises her own glass in salute before draining it and setting the glass aside where it might be noticed by the waitstaff. Such as they are.
    "You're used to the flattery of women, were named in the top ten most attractive... heroes..." she seems to find that word amusing by the way her lips curl at the use of it,"for the last several years running. You wield a hammer that no-one else can lift, apparently.. capable of flight, super strength... fond of drinking. And fighting. Which as I understand it has something to do with your... history? The matrix here is at best unreliable for accurate information."

Thor has posed:
He nods, quietly. "Well...it's not like there's a job application and formal joining process. Well maybe there is now. I can't say for sure that I ever know what Tony is thinking from one minute to the next," he says curiously, playfully even, as he has no problem makign fun of his friend a little bit while he relaxes and there's a deeper breath. "It's not so much about oahts or anythign else - it's about action. It's about living our lives and knowing that when the time comes, when we're needed, for here and each other, we'll be there. No oath will guarantee that. It doesnt' make the commitment stronger or less. It's just...who we are for each other and for Midgard."

So that's said, and then there's the chance of lightening things up a bit so he will take it. "I am fond of those things," he says with a smile, agreeing with your assessment as he works backwards in order. "And to be fair when it comes to the Avengers I don't have too much competition. I mean big green isn't going to win any next top model awards. Tony's getting old. Cap is too...Cappy..." and yes, he's having fun with this. He's just serious enough in tone to be believable, but also clearly having fun with it to the point that it's questionable how much he -really- buys into the hype.

Molly Millions has posed:
    "I'm not going to pretend that I understand how that sort of thing works here." there's a pause from Molly, the slight hitch as she mentally flicks through so she doesn't have to ask who Tony is,"A contract's a contract. People who say they don't need them are usually planning the way they can kill you." it's stated off the hand, not something that she seems particularly concerned about. There's no way to tell when she's blinking... or if she blinks.
    "I shall bear that in mind." she drawls in the most neutral tone she can possibly manage,"So how many thousands of years are you really? And how does it work when there's multiple... gods..." wow doesn't that word sit awkward for her,"all claiming the same title? Or do you all just share... prayers or... whatever."

Thor has posed:
"A god never tells his age," he says, giving you a little tsk but then he sits back. "There are plenty of realms, dimensions, believers, that there is not really a shortage of people or a reason for us to get into a pissing match. Have we in the past? Verifly, and I'm sure in the future we will again. But in the mean time, there's no reason not to coexist. The people who believe in say Ares don't affect me in one way or another. Additionally, I don't care for them any less. I would help them as I would any of the Norse or others who believe I am what I am. Where I'm from I'm not really a god. I'm just the son of the Allfather. That makes me next in line to rule. But what I can do here compared to what most of you can do...it does give the impression of being divine and compared to most mortals of here I am. But gods can be killed, gods can bleed just as people. So what makes me a god? W as I always one, or is it the faith and hope that those who need something to believe in place on my presence and my being there? And does it matter? those are the fun questions, right?"

"I'm fine either way. I wield lightnign the way kids here wield baseballs. I can fight as if I were the only one ont he battlefield and everyone else is standing still. So those skills require a name or definition, and some have picked god. Others, like yourself, are more cynical and want to name it something else - a challenge. In either case, I'm not ignorant to the fact there are other challenges out there and if they wish to share a naming that identifies themselves with me....I can live with that.'

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Sometimes they do." Molly retorts, raising a hand to request a refill before she elects to adjust her own position, pulling her legs up on her side of the booth to stretch them out and pushing a hand through her hair while being careful not to actually touch her lenses,"Wait... Ares? So there's a third one of you." or at least, she doesn't know that name. All she can do is shake her head at the concept,"To be blunt, I find the whole thing... curious. Where I am from... there are no mutants. No... heroes... gods. A person would be laughed at and locked up for life as a danger to themselves. And yet... you all exist."
    There's that vague smile again, a quirk of her lips muted due to the empty reflection of the lenses above it,"It is a difficult proposition to reconcile, but I accept the basic premise as true."

Thor has posed:
"Just goes toshow that there's always more out there than the senses can see. When preparing for the worst, however unfathomable or unrealistic or unlikely...that's probably the thing to try to prepare for because everything up to that point, you can accept and reconcile and understand. At least, that's how I look at it," he says with a smile and he starts to stand. "Sadly, I need to scoot off for the moment. It was fun to speak with you though. I'd be happy to step into a ring with you and put you through a few paces sometime. You too seem like you'd be a different sort of challenge. Since it seems you can see what's coming....in some way or another, I would have to find a way to overcome that. This intrigues me." He holds out a hand to you, to shake in some fashion at least. "See you soon I hope."

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Pretty much, yes." Molly agree's, watching him rise without shifting from her spot. Something in his words brings a broad but tight-lipped smile across her face,"Your cousin would say I don't fight fair. And he's right. But... I will give you a call some time." she offers, accepting the hand with her own for a brief shake. Firm, but while the underlaying structure definitely is intended to resemble the original, it's too bony by half to go with those odd finger tips and the blatantly fake nails,"Good luck in your hunt."