4048/A Hammer, A Trick, and An Angel walk into a street.

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A Hammer, A Trick, and An Angel walk into a street.
Date of Scene: 13 March 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Angela, Thor, Loki




Angela has posed:
It started with a rumor in some seedy space bar. Why DO the Guardians always frequent those places, anyway? Put the words 'Asgardian' together with 'New York' and 'Earth'. Now one has Angela's attention. Flung from Heven, the Tenth Realm, the woman who believes herself an Angel knows that this could be key to her return.

Streaking across the cosmos and following her hunter's intuition, she lands right in the middle of the Upper East Side. In full (or in her case 'minimal') battle armor. At least she's wearing the white cloak over everything, including that long mane of crimson curls. It's unfortunate that she chose an intersection as her landing zone, but at least it's well past rush hour.

Thor has posed:
    A taxi cab slams on his brakes just in time to keep from hitting the sudden Angela and he lays on the horn. Hard. The driver, a young guy trying to pay his way through college leans out of the window. "Hey! Get outta the road you stripper!"

    While the stream of profanities streams from the taxi-driver, Thor just happens to be walking by with a sub held in one hand and his maw gaping open as he attacks at the sandwich with a dangerous Asgardian fervor. The man wears a pair of blue jeans and a black and orange checkard flannel shirt with an enormous axe slung over his back in a custom leather sheath. "What is it we are yelling about?" The god of thunder asks as he stops chewing but hasn't swallowed his bite just yet.

Angela has posed:
    Hit Angela? As he slams on the brakes the woman leaps up into the air. And... just hovers there. From beneath the now-unfurled cloak a long, barbed whip of some dense metal lashes out, slicing cleanly across the cab's hood. Severing fender, frame and engine block, only then does the woman land on the pavement in front of the cab.

    Her eyes glow red, and in her other hand is an axe of the same metal, looking like it came straight from a Molly Hatchet album cover. "What do you mean by... stripper? Speak softly, Midgardian, or I shall strip the flesh from your bones."

Thor has posed:
    The cabbie has officially made a puddle inside the cabin of his cab and slowly leans back inside of the now useless hunk of metal and he puts both hands back on the wheel. "I wish you could fix that... I need that to run away from you." The man whispers to himself, looking at the front part of his car as the nose lifts up since it's no longer attached to the body.

    Thor steps up and places his sub sandwich upon the car and with the red head drawing forth an axe and whip. Thor reaches over his shoulder and draws out his own weapon, Jarnbjorn, the enchanted axe from his much more violent youth. "This man, and all men on this plane are in my charge. You will stand down or you will be forced down. Choose your next actions carefully woman." Thor says his voice stoic and harsh yet his lips growing into a smile at the promise of conflict.

Loki has posed:
    Midgard is a fragile place, really. Oh it has its defenders, and its very own sorcerer supreme, but at its core the Earth is a relatively young world and one of the more delicate of the 9. But such has its benefits. For if such an intrusion happened on Asgard or Vanaheim, well it would be recognized by the mystical guardians assuredly. But on Earth, the fabric of reality there is so tenuous at times that the arrival of one such as Angela can cause a tremble in it. Enough to let a sorcerer of some repute to realize what has passed and what may bring her here.
    And so, it is with a look of mild displeasure that the man calling himself Sam Gwydion looks up from his desk. Oh he seems to be Loki in most regards to those that know the man. What with his features most unaltered, and his manner the same. But it's the game of the thing that's important.
    There's a moment where he hesitates, considers, but ultimately he comes to the decision to interfere. Since that is often the more fun course of action. With a faint crackle-hiss of sound he'll disappear from his office and then appear from the brick wall of an alleyway, seemingly stepping through it. His own arrival is much less bombastic as Angela's, but at least now... he can eyeball the situation. And Thor. Hah.

Angela has posed:
    Thor's declaration is definitely enough to distract the wingless angel's attention. Her FULL attention. With a shrug of her shoulders the hood falls back and reveals her features, the markings upon her face distinctive to any who might be familiar with the Tenth Realm.

    A wingless angel from a forgotten world. And a somewhat annoyed one at that.

    She tilts her head, winged headdress revealed now in all its golden glory, and she regards the man with the blonde hair and beard. "You are not of this world." Angela replies in a softer voice. With but a thought the whip is reeled in and -flows- into a long, curved blade. "I have been told that I could find an Asgardian here, in this place and in this city. I promised the one who told me that I would evicerate him if he was lying."

Thor has posed:
    Thor steps closer, trying to claim Angela's attention fully with the not so subtle approach, his hair beginning to unfurl in the wind. He lifts both of his shoulders and untucks the flannel shirt that then hangs over his belt and pants with a smirk upon his lips. This is going to be fun.

    "Aye! I am of Asgard, and yet this place is under my charge! You will not be causing further harm to the land or its denizens." The blond god says with a booming voice that could almost knock any mortal over with the sheer power of his volume and bass, but he does normally reign it in a bit, but now he gets to cut loose a little bit.

Loki has posed:
    Temptation can be a horrible thing, so trending towards rapt attention and the siren's call of potential connected with ambition. Such a sentiment is manifest on the thin man's features as he leans there in the alleyway, observing this particular confrontation. For in truth, it would not harm Loki's mood one whit if he could observe Thor's drubbing at the hands of that other being. But then again worst case possible, he might not be available for the task at hand with the Greeks.
    Yet he hems. He haws, back and forth for a moment perhaps longer than he should. Then he shakes his head and advances from his place of observation, footsteps upon the asphalt as he steps not necessarily between the two of them. But to the side.
    "What ho, Thor?" His lip twitches, "I find you again, upon the verge of battle. Is such your tendency or are my arrivals ill-omened enough to carry strife with them." He turns towards Angela and offers a smile, "Not one, Asgardian, dear lady. But two."

Angela has posed:
    Angela's hair and cloak are blown back by the force of Thor's... bellowing. Her smile is on the grim side, white eyes absent of both pupil and iris. And narrowing slightly. When Thor declares his heritage, the tip of the scimitar lowers a touch and the axe raises by a similar amount.

    "Good. Then perhaps you- "

    But before a bargain can even be discussed, much less terms struck, a SECOND Asgardian steps out of the shadows. Both blades return to a more ready position, her attention now split between them.

    "I am Angela, Hunt-Mistress of the Tenth Realm of Heven. I am seeking information and I am prepared to bargain for it, else I would gladly slay you both."

Thor has posed:
    "Hark good brother Loki! I see you're still playing your tricks and yes, you seem to always be an ill omen for most, but you know I crave battle like you crave a back to stab." Thor says looking with a glance towards Loki as he appears but then the older brother looks towards the floating woman and crosses his arms, the seams of his shirt groan and strain before the top few buttons over his chest pop and allow the shirt to handle the man's physique.

    "There is no Tenth Realm! Only the nine." Thor says with a glance towards Loki, his face contorted with a confused sort of eyebrow lift. "Right brother?" The god then reaches over his shoulder and brings out the axe and holds it in both his hands with his eyes set upon Angela while he waits for Loki's response.

Loki has posed:
    As Loki stands there and from one angle he hears Angela oh so casually threaten him with a good round bit of slaying, and then upon emerging he's rather pointedly told he enjoys stabbing backs like so much oxen at a feast. He sniffs affectedly, folding his arms over his chest and looking back at the two of them.
    For a moment his boot kicks at the snow before him and he eyeballs Thor as he's asked that question. There's another exhaled sound, almost a harumph when he lifts a hand and waves it to the side. "You know what, you two deserve each other." He starts to walk back towards the alley and snaps over his shoulder, "No, there's no such thing as a tenth realm, Thor. She's clearly lying to you and deserves smiting."

Angela has posed:
    Thor? Loki? Okay, the names are sounding familiar. Angela settles lightly onto one foot and then the other, much as if gravity didn't apply to her. "No, Asgardian, it is YOU who lies!" the angry redhead calls out in a not-quite-as-loudly-as-Thor voice.

    "The Tenth Realm was closed by foul Odin and sealed with his curse. I was ejected from that Realm by unknown powers for an unknown purpose. And when I find them I shall END them!" Anyone picking up a common theme to the lady's negotiating, here?

    Seeing Loki starting back towards the alley, she points the scimitar at him and calls out loudly. "Do not think that you will escape so easily! I will track you to the ends of the universe once I have dealt with this one"

Thor has posed:
    Thor with the enchanted axe swings in an upward arch, clinging the large blade and parrying the scimitar away from being aimed at Loki. The god steps to the side to put him back towards Loki and he resumes facing Angela. "You will cease your constant threats of my people, and my family this instant."

    He's done giving warnings in that he's already heaving his axe back and above his head to smash it down and cut through Angela's shoulder down to her thigh in a heavy swing. Or so he begins the fight with that.

Angela has posed:
    So much for talking. The scimitar is knocked aside and it begins to flow again, stretching out into a metal whip. The self-declared Angel from Heven just holds her ground as the axe is raised high to be brought down. Her own axe begins to morph into another shape as well.

    And when Thor brings the axe down it misses the woman entirely. Impossibly. A turn of her shoulders to profile is enough to dodge, the whip wrapping about his ankle while the axe takes a different form.

    She brings the heavy war hammer up towards his chin.

Thor has posed:
    The axe not only misses Angela, but it hits the snow covered road beneath their feet, and it cut through it like butter, so the axe isn't stuck in the ground as most would imagine and the warrior is exactly that. He has his ankle wraped by the whip and the hammer is coming up to his chin, but the god's inner hand is brought forward between the hammer and himself and his entire shoulder is lowered and brought towards her chest to smash into her with an amazing show of force.

Angela has posed:
    The hammer is caught, much to Angela's surprise. THe woman isn't accustomed to having her blows just... stopped. But her reaction is brief, the surprise momentary. And as he lowers his shoulder to shield-bash her (without the shield), Angela gives the whip a sharp yank to off-balance him.

Thor has posed:
    Thor's leg is pulled out from under him, the snow and whip both working in tandem to force the god's shoulder charge to loose most of it's godly momentum. His leg snaps out to the side and he's rolling backwards slightly onto his backside. He says no words, but merely grimaces as he swings his axe horizontally to try and take her legs out from under Angela. Permenantly.

Angela has posed:
    Angela isn't there, yet again. Darting straight up to avoid the swing, she hovers as she lashes out with the whip again. This time it's sprouted barbs for added distration. And when she descends it's with her full weight and force behind the hammer-blow.

Thor has posed:
    The barbed whip lashes against Thor's back over his shoulder and sticks to him causing the god to again grimace and grit his teeth in seering pain, but he takes his hand and holds onto the whip. "You will not best me this day red haired wench!"

    Thor takes the brunt of the blow from her axe agains with the palm of his free hand with a clap from the flat of the hammer and the lightning god's hand.

Angela has posed:
    Again she gives the whip a tug, opening the wounds further (if however briefly, given his healing capabilities). The hammer rings off of his axe, glancing away. As she raises it the weapon morphs again, becoming another axe.

    And so it continues, the ringing of metal on metal punctuated by the occasional grunt when one of them lands a heavy blow. The hours pass. After they've each taken a few, solid hits the natural flow of the battle hits a lull and Angela regards her opponent with narrowed eyes. Her weapons flow from one form to another, as if the woman can't quite seem to make up her mind how to dissect this warrior.

Thor has posed:
    Thor stands with one sleeve of his flannel shirt completely gone and blood trails down his arm only to drip off his elbow or follow his flesh lower to his pinky knuckles where it drips to the floor. He stands taking a deep breath and eyeing Angela with his lone weapon, refusing to adapt to the situation being that it's a single weapon. "You are a mighty warrior, I will give you that, self proclaimed fallen angel."

Angela has posed:
    For her part, Angela isn't unscathed either. A long, red slash across her bare midriff is still healing, the once-pristine cloak is in tatters, and blood smears along those golden-armored leggings. Though whether it's hers or his, neither one could really say at this point. "And you are a most worthy warrior, scion of Asgard. I thought on several occasions while I was trying to kill you that you would make a good comrade in arms."

Thor has posed:
    "I possesseth the same thoughts." Thor explains as he stands up straight and hefts his axe to hold the blade between himself and his combtant. A classic defensive stance almost indicating that he isn't going to strike from this position, but he is the son of Odin. A trickster in battle and combat surely.

Angela has posed:
    Angela's liquid metal weapons settle into a pair of short-hafted axes. Her own breathing is quickened and she holds both blades angled out to the sides and down. Not exactly an offensive stance, but not quite defensive either. "I swear to you, Asgardian, that the Tenth Realm does exist. I am proof of it, if nothing else." She studies him for a moment, then asks. "You are his son, are you not? Odin's."