4099/The Rainbow Inebriation

The Rainbow Inebriation
Date of Scene:	18 March 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	A blond, an Olympian, a redhead, and an Asgardian share a drink in the park. Prince Balder returns to New York to handle matters, meeting Power Girl, Caitlyn Fairchild, and Ares along the way.
Cast of Characters:	Balder Odinson, Power Girl, Ares, Fairchild

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Balder Odinson has posed:
    Tis another late afternoon in the Park that lies at the heart of the world's greatest city. Cool, but warmer than it has been in a few days, people have found a reason to be out.

    The rainbow is unbidden, and it comes into the area with a speed that is rarely heard of. It is a brilliant one, the colors crisp, yet blending at the edges ; each band is distinct, yet it flows. If there is anything to be said about it, it is a superlative rainbow; brilliant, bright, shining, perfect and perfect. It seems to set foot in the park, alighting there all of the sudden, far too substantial to be there. After all, who ever really finds the end of the rainbow. A few people draw out their cellphones to take pictures. A few others have the sense to call 911. They are jaded and a bit cynical, but they few are not dumb.

    Off in the distance, some far away realm that only rarely touches on this one, a deep voice sounds a wordless cry. The grounds within the area of the rainbow in the dry grass turn to ash in an instant. An 8 pointed, broad, distorted star forms there. It is not the crooked star of chaos, but instead the sigil of Odin's last, and perhaps least offspring; Balder. The mail clad Prince of Asgard, Ambassador to the realm of midgard, and Thor's 'little brother' appears in the middle of his sigil scorched into the dry sod of the park. As ever, the princeling is armed, this time with three blade. At his side a truly immense cask, with a heavy, wide strap of tanned, worked auroch leather wrapped about it as a strap dwarfs the tall, muscular form of the God of light.

    Balder looks about, confused for a moment. He looks skyward, and gestures, "Thou missed, Heimdall!" The perceptive might hear booming laughter from the other end. Balder removes his helm as the laughter and the rainbow bridge both vanish. Balder takes in a long, slow breath and then exhales it in a  deep, long sigh. "Sometimes, truly, I do loathe thee, dear Heimdall." Tis like shoving one's friends' little brother out of the car, then driving off before you get to his home, so he has to walk the last few blocks.

    Balder looks about the park, obviously gathering his bearings. He locates a couple of shadows, locates the sun, and places it over one of his shoulders as he pushes a hand through his short black hair. "Truly, twas funnier the first dozen times." he mutters to himself. With casual ease and a strength disproportionate to his size, the young god tosses his immense cask over his shoulder with an ease demonstrating his might. He adjusts a bag at his side which contains a couple of goblets and the tap for the immense keg of some Asgardian libation.

    People are staring. "Truly, thou hast not seen anyone use the Bifrost before?" he asks warmly. The leather gives a faint creek, though despite the comparatively vast size of the keg, it bears the weight easily. Though the ground yields a little to the weight. There is a scattered bit of laughter at that. This figure is not absolutely unknown hereabouts.

Power Girl has posed:
    As far as she knows, Thor uses the Bifrost in less populated areas, preferring not to etch the sigils of Asgard into the ground with reckless abandon. (This preference is mostly cultivated by insistence from any number of entities on the erstwhile 'Midgard.') This is why today, whilst Power Girl is in town for other reasons- one of the STAR Labs facilities did just explode, which has dredged her out of Metropolis.

    She is sampling- despite the prestige of a Metropolitan superheroine doing so- one of New York's more famous (and famously unhealthy) food trucks when the noise of the Bifrost landing reaches her ears.

    The only one of the people there to hear it, she offers this... Forlorned sigh. It's never when she's in the middle of a workout, or trying to -find- something to do, no- it's always when she's about to eat, or when she's trying to do something important, -that's- when strange, interstellar noises ring out.

    She hands the open-faced american-french-mexican fusion burrito off to someone who probably wasn't there to order four pounds of 'food' before taking off. It takes her exactly two and a half seconds to land in central park, strolling up to Balder with all the headstrong nature of a six-foot tall blonde that can bully the moon.

    "I'm not really familiar with Asgardians. Met Thor, though, he seemed nice." She's boned up on her super-knowledge, at least. It's not hard to tell that Balder is from Asgard- but the nature of Balder is still in question. "Care to tell me why you decided to land in Central Park?"

Ares has posed:
Ares, the God of War and Conflict (amongst a great host of other violent-related things), known by his human name of John Aaron, was simply sitting on a bench in the park, sipping on his coffee across from where Balder Odinson would make his rather grandiose entrance. He takes a heavy sigh then as the War God rises to his feet and puts a single hand in his pocket. Why? So he can finish the rest of his drink of course!

However, he notices that this was the mode of transportation for those Norse gods. Ah, Asgardians, their official name was if he recalls correctly. Been a long time since he fought one of those. Either way, he is wise enough to know -what- Balder is, despite how clueless he is that he's the God of Light. Thoug hhe shows no fear, much like Power Girl as she greets Balder -just- before Ares can get to him.

Alas, Ares offers a small smile to the Light God and to the Kryptonian. "Hello on all accounts." He's dressed in a pure black trench coat with a black longsleeve shirt, black pants, and combat boots, with black fingerless gloves. Yes, he likes black. Either way, he looks the Asgardian right in the eye. "Welcome to our humble little planet." he looks up though, as if attempting to perceive the one he knows is Heimdall. Though Ares can't see everything like he can, his sensory abilities are extreme. "I see." a look then to Balder.

hands in his pockets and casual as hell, Ares is today.

Fairchild has posed:
    Free food? Caitlin was definitely not expecting to get this feast of a lunch, she'd barely scraped together enough for a quarter pound fried chicken and crawfish messy taco, and that took a bit of dumb luck. Wait, that woman that handed her the burrito was like her height... wait the woman just disappeared, sort of. Okay, super hearing isn't in Caitlin's repitoire, but she does perceive things faster then most. It takes her more than 2.5 seconds to cross the distance, the burrito cradled for its protection, but after calculating the angle of departure and the direction, Caitlin dodges her way past the line of people for the truck and sprints through the park just in time to see the scene.

    Analyzing what she sees takes a moment, but Caitlin is very well studied, plus she is a bit of a fan girl. Power Girl, 2nd most Awesome Super Powered Female ever (after Wonder Woman, duh, but like a close 2nd)... check; A guy in ancient Norse style Armor, practically glowing, standing atop Nordic Runes burnt into the grass, and he is not Thor (darn, Thor would be cool to meet) or Loki (thank whatever deity or pantheon you might worship, or not, for that); then there is, wait, isn't that the gentleman who offered her food before she snuck off to avoid the Police Officer who was eyeing her for filling other people's meters (turns out it is a crime to "cause, allow, permit or suffer any vehicle registered in the name of or operated by such person to be parked overtime or beyond the period of legal parking time established for any parking meter zone as herein described, or to deposit in any parking meter any coin for the purpose of parking beyond the maximum legal parking time for the particular parking meter zone", who knew?); and wait, was Power Girl the woman who handed the Burrito... nah that is silly. Fairchild is not sure what to say, the gentleman in black just welcomed the guy to our planet, so she just sort of gawks for the moment, still cradling the burrito. Ah, to eat, to not eat, to stare, the quandries of life.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    The tall god settles his helm on the pommel of the sword that rides at his hip with a deadly grace. It is as clear a signal that he means no harm as the young God can offer. He gives a little nod of his head, out of respect for the woman's apparent authority. "Tis a pleasure to meet a friend of mine brother, Thor." His handshake, should she accept it is not as firm or crushing as Thor's, nor likely her own alien strength. Nor, at closer look is Balder as tall or as broad as his blond brother. "I am Balder, son of wise Odin, the youngest brother of the mighty Thor. I am the ambassador to this realm from mine own. If thou wilt permit me to show the ⦠credentials provided by thine department of the State?" He indicates his sling bag with his eyes. "So thou wilt know that I am who I claim to be, though if another doth claim to be Balder, I shall be most aggrieved." Aggrieving the Asgardian carries a tinge of menace that is at odds with the gentle, earnest expression he otherwise bears.
    His bright eyes regard her. "Thou art not Supergirl. Thou art not Superwoman either? Thou art the one known as Power Girl?" Balder tries to place her. He has obviously been briefed. "The lack of the sigil is the mark of thee and thine brother? Power Boy? Open torso, to dare thine foe to strike thee in the vitals?" His tone is vaguely approving, though he has the lineage of Power Boy wrong.

    He offers his hand to the erstwhile Ares. The grip is gentled, as to him the other is 'just a human'. Balder hath no desire to hurt  the other. "Balder. Son of Odin. Son of Bor." He sort of gestures. "Not too far afield thou might have observed our embassy being built? I am here early, but one of thine smartly dressed soldiers said unto me once, that if thou art on time, thou art late." Other than lowering the slightly sloshing keg and offering his hand in greeting, the alleged ambassador makes no rapid moves and shows restraint with his gestures. He is not here to precipitate trouble, and he acts thus accordingly. He continues to wait for permission to offer his credentials.
    The redhead does draw his eye, as she is tall as an Asgardian, but Balder does not move to draw yet another mortal into a position where there might be violence. He just makes sure to not tempt Power Girl into it. He is here to talk to people, not sock them in the jaw.

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl is liekly not here to hit people- rather, to make sure that if anyone -needs- to be hit, she's there to make it short and sweet. When Balder offers his hand, she does the same, though she sort of treats Balder with the same strength she treated Thor. Meaning, specifically, that she gives one -hell- of a handshake. It's a statement she didn't intend to make, really, but it's a statement nonetheless. Apparently, this blonde is a match for Thor's strength. That's the most one can glean from a handshake, at least.

    "Well, it's good to meet you, Balder. I wasn't aware they were building an embassy here, but I can't really complain about you being early. I just wish you'd chosen somewhere a little less populated. You could've landed on somebody." Power Girl has, clearly, never heard of Heimdall, nor his prowess.

    She nods along all the while, though, folding her arms after the shake- something that is entirely unfair to most if not all women present- and offers a tilt of her head. "Yeah, no, I'm not related to Power Boy. He just sort of took the name because I don't have it copyrighted. It's a little frustrating but he means well, so I'm not about to stop him." Her head shifts, as she looks over towards Ares. She's not entirely sure who he is, but the attention from what she figures is a civilian is not entirely unheard of. She figured Balder would attract as much.

    "Yeah, go ahead, if you've got credentials I'll take a look at them, I suppose. I don't imagine I'll ever meet anyone claiming to be another Balder, but if I do, I'll make sure to let you have at them first."

Ares has posed:
Ares looks right at Balder as he introduces himself. Either way, his hand reaches out to shake Balder's own when it's given, though even Balder could realize that Ares was -no- push over whatsoever and would likely adjust his grip accordingly. Because Ares doesn't like crushing hands of friendly looking folk....anymore, anyways. "Ares. Son of Zeus. Son of Cronus." he says then, not paying any heed to Caitlin or Power Girl as they watch the two Gods meet. God of Light and God of War. Interesting.

Either way, his hand goes back into his pocket after the shake, though he makes no hostile moves or intentions known, simply stands there as he watches. A look then to Power Girl. "Nice to meet you." anotehr for Caitlin. "Hello there." he greets her once more with a kind smile for both of the superheroines.

Alas, his head turns to Power Girl with a small smile. "I am happy you accepted his request. I would hate to send him back home to Heimdall so soon." says Ares. Alas, he smiles softly to Balder before he steps a single step back. Casual, and not demanding or hostile. But rather curious....it's been a great many years since he's seen an Asgardian.

Fairchild has posed:
    In all the world, there are probably only a half dozen or so women that rival Power Girl's proportions and would not find her gesture unfair... Caitlin is in fact one of them, blessed with the same curses (or is that cursed with the same blessings) as Power Girl (Thank the same deities that Roxy isn't here as the ones thanks that Loki isn't, for totally but not quite unrelated reasons... both of them definitely have sibling envy and general jealousy issues, but Loki is more an issue of him being there, while Roxy is more an issue that she'd feel like she wasn't there even if she was and would be hurt because of that feeling. Poor Freefall). Caitlin slowly begins to approach closer, as it seems this is not a fight, but a simple issue of wrong turn on the way to Albequrque.

    She starts to greet Balder, "Greetings Lord Balder, it is..." and then Ares' introduction clicks in her head, "Wait? You're Ares? Like War, father of Eros, Anteros, Nike, Phobos, Harmonia, Enyalios, and Deimos... along with a bunch of mortals, like Romulus and Remus? The guy that fights Wonder Woman and Hercules for fun and mayhem?" her train of thought derailed entirely, the Light of the Norse and Superman's Cousin totally forgotton for the fact that War offered to buy her dinner.

There is a moment of surrealness, and then Caitlin just sort of twitches, the cradled burrito forgotton as well, as her arm goes slack and she lets the burrito tumble from her hands, the world slowing down as she tries to process everything, even her quick mind needing a moment to really organize all that she has just absorbed. The burrito's fate literally up in the air as it descends from her limp fingers.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    He pulls from his bag a relatively unique passport, decorated with the world tree. He also pulls out diplomatic identification along with it. His eyes are no longer on the pretty redhead or the blond who makes him think of a couple of the egyptian goddesses he met this one time. "I was not aware that he was not thine brother. I shall have to correct mine advisors, fair Power Girl." Other than the niceties, Ares has his attention. "Aye. i can see thy father in thine countenance, or rather, I see thine resemblance to thine fair sister, Athena. I hath, in my youth, many a long conversation with her regarding morality." Ares is playing it cool, so does Balder. His left hand plucks out a goblet, which promptly whips it end over end to Ares.

     He reaches his right arm up over his head, and gives a little hop. His hand catches on the keg, and he settles himself there, to expertly rap the keg with a couple of practiced motions. A fraternity brother would be envious of his expertise. Balder drops off the keg, landing on the ground with a solid thump; asgardians are heavy. He pulls at the strap, to lower the keg a bit so Ares can pour himself a libation. "I do not have bread and salt. Mead, made from the honey of the bees that tend the Apple orchards of beauteous Idunn shall have to be my offer of hospitality."  his left hand fishes for another goblet in his bag to get one for Power Girl as well.

    There is no insult in his tone as Balder cautions. "Tis Asgardian mead, not the sumptuous wines of Arcadia and Olympus, Ares son of Zeus. Have a care, tis made by the Gods, for the Gods, from Godly extracts." His warning is as one who appreciates those Olympian wines. "It hath a potency fit for a God." It is fragrant, sweet, laced with the magic of the most glorious of the nine realms, and has a kick suitable for an Asgardian. After making sure the others have a goblet, Balder fishes out another goblet for his bag for himself.

    he narrows his eyes at Caitlyn. Not in an unfriendly manner. But more than she has the guts to walk up to them knowing who they all are now. He makes a slight face, and fills this goblet with just a little. He holds it out to Caitlyn. "Sips only." he cautions. "If thou art bold enough to approach a parley between the Olympians, Kryptonians, and the Asgardians, thou art bold enough to share in a libation. Carefully." He doesn't stare at the pulchritudinous ladies. Ares still has his attention, as that is the most likely of potential threats, and also the reason for the offer of hospitality; tis bad form to brawl with someone offering you a drink.

Power Girl has posed:
    Ares' introduction draws Power Girl's gaze. She may not be capable of killing a god- there are usually weird tricks and magic things involved. However, she -is- strong enough to punch a god into the Sun. Mortal or not, Kryptonians are a bad day for -everyone- nefarious. It comes with the territory of being able to lift eternity.

    "Letting you know now, Diana probably isn't going to be happy with me if I didn't give you one across the jaw. Just making sure you're aware of your footing." It's not as much of a warning as it is a statement to be cautious. Power Girl doesn't want to start an Epic Brawl in the middle of Central Park- but she will surely -end- one if it kicks off. Only once she's delivered that statement does she look towards the passport. She's admittedly surprised, and it shows- she had not expected that kind of thing from Balder.

    "This seems as in order as it can possibly be," she begins, closing it and handing it back just in time for him to hand her some sort of glass of mead. She blinks a couple of times at that, before continuing. "I'll admit I'm not an official of any kind. At least I know what that look like, now."

    She takes the first drink of mead, and admittedly, the potency has little effect on her as much as the -magic- does. Depending on the nature of the enchantments, she might be altogether happy with, or unhappy with, the nature of the beverage. She isn't, though, the kind to turn down a drink.

Ares has posed:
Ares nods then to Balder as he admits that he had many a conversation with his sister, Athena. Goddess of Wisdom. Either way, he nods a few times. "ahh...so you're the Asgardian who would come and visit her. If she wasn't so obsessed with her purity, I would have suspected that you two had been wed at some point or another." well, at least he's honest. "But it is nice to finally meet you. Despite what legend may say, I'm fond of my sister. We've had a great many squabbles though." he admits then, but he shrugs. A goblet handed to him, he sips it's contents as the Gods drink their brew.

Then, Power Girl drops her two cents. "Calm yourself. I have no desire to make combat with any of you, nor of my sister, Diana." he says then as he looks directly at Power Girl. "I am simply a God attempting to live a normal life. Been doing so for the past five years and I like to think I've made well with it."

Then, Balder makes him smile. Because why -can't- The God of Light make the God of War smile? Either way, he nods softly to him. "I approve of it's taste. Though it's nice to see someone with an appreciation for the finest wines." Though his attention falls upon Caitlin Fairchild now, giving her a small, yet warm smile. "Yes, that is I. Though you were on a roll, have a care to mention my rivalries with Poseidon and his ilk, along with Hephaestus over matters of the heart." he says teasingly. "But yes, I am he. Apologies for not being so up front earlier." he smiles kindly to her before his attention falls to the -incredibly- beautiful women before him. "Sips, ladies. too much and who knows the affects it may have." he agrees then.

"But let your hearts to be put to rest. I come not with intention of violence, only peaceable assembly. I have no wish to fight, despite my namesake and manner of Godhood. If it pleases, bring my sister here, and she will spit a thousand curses on my name." he says then, sipping his drink. "But if you wish to throw a blow, I will not refuse you." eyes on Power Girl. "But that is up to you."

Fairchild has posed:
    The buritto splatters at Caitlin's feet, a waste, but the comments, drink offer, and a moment of processing were enough for Caitlin to get her bearings. She nods to Ares apology and gingerly takes the offered goblet. She heeds the Asgardian and Olympian warnings of sipping, though even with little experience drinking, her constitution likely rivals any of the other drinkers. She coughs a bit, and smiles, "Thany you, fair Balder." It is a moment before she adds to Ares, "I actually wasn't sure where to go, I was concerned with offending you, plus I wasn't sure how accurate some other accounts were, like that you are actually Hippolyta and Alchmene's father, or that you fathered the rest of the Amazons by your own daughter Harmony. I figured either those might be touchy subjects or outright lies, either way they would be insulting." Yeah, she's very erudite.

    She looks between the trio, and flushes a bit. Whether Balder's perspective of her audacity on walking among deities is true or not, Caitlin does feel oddly insignificant, and perhaps a bit small and delicate again for the first time in a long while. She whispers to Power Girl, "You don't really have to punch him, do you? I mean, I know he has a reputation, but he seems way nicer than the stories, and I think a scuffle with all these unpowered bystanders around could cause a lot of unncessary injuries" head gesturing to the growing crowd of gawkers, cellphone videographers, early first responders, as well as the news van that has just pulled up in the distance at the edge of the park.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    Those drinking will find it sweet without being cloying. It is potent without tasting of bitter alcohol. There is a hint of apple and honey to it yet. If cold has a flavor, it has steeped itself into the beverage as well. It is unique on this world. "One does not make peace with one's friends, Ares." Balder counters in an even tone that could be annoying were it not so simply earnest. His confidence remains, even though of this power trio is far and away the least powerful. His smile remains and his cheeks colour ever so slightly. "One might do far worse than wise, gray-eyed Athena." He finds a far more plain, copper cup to pour a little bit for himself as well. He offers to refresh others before righting the keg behind him. "I mean no offense to speak thus about thine sister. She taught me much about wisdom and restraint in mine youth when I believed myself a foundling."

    Balder speaks in his low, yet pleasant bass voice, "Have no fear towards ill effect. Tis just a potent beverage, distilled and aged to suit the palette of those of⦠what is generally a more stout constitution than those of Midgard." Balder seems well-suited to the beverage in his left hand. His elbow rests on his helm which rotates on the pommel of his sword under the pressure. "The lovely redhead." He lifts his plain copper cup to toast Caitlyn, "Speaks an unnatural amount of sense for one so you and lovely." He gives her a gentile nod, then takes a hearty swallow of his drink. A content sigh escapes from Balder. "Ah, blessed alcohol. How canst thee both the cause and solution of so many ills? Truly, if more wouldst simply sit about and speak to one another over a few drinks, much hurt might be avoided."

    The young God looks about the quartet. He no longer worries about Ares; they have shared a drink; there are rules even the war god follows (mostly).

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl sips at her mead for a few moments, appreciating the taste- it's a little known fact that -all- of a Kryptonian's senses are heightened, such that while they're not capable of smelling down an individual like a certain clawed hero, they have an impeccable sense of taste. After a moment, though, she just shrugs. "I am calm. If I weren't, everyone in the park would be seeing red."

    Alcohol seems to be having little effect, as Power Girl is drinking the mead as if it were something more akin to a lemonade. Without its interference, she's able to enjoy it at the pace one would enjoy any other chilled, sweet beverage.

    "So far, everything is fine. I'm just meeting with an Asgardian, a man in a trenchcoat, and a redhead in central park, drinking mead. Diana won't need to know anything else." she states, before turning her attention to Caitlin.

    "I don't -have- to punch anybody. I -like- punching a -lot- of people. We're in the deliberations phase on where Ares lies, but he's leaning towards Don't Punch at the moment." She's not exactly crazily secretive about it- but at the same time, she's not actually talking -to- Ares, either, so it's up to him how he interprets it.

    At Balder's words, Power Girl nods. "Well, to be fair, people tend to make ills all the worse when alcohol is involved. You can sit with anyone over a drink, but for every time you tell a rival you respect him more than rivalry, you equally..." she pauses, trying to think of a proper example, "Tell the barmaid how you really feel."

Ares has posed:
Ares, of course, feels no effects of the drink whatsoever. Though he is only mildly surprised that Powr Girl pretty much said 'fuck it' and starts drinking the thing casually. Either way, after drinking in friendship, Ares is bound by Godly law not to make violence on such peaceable assembly. Though Power Girl once more gets the God of War's attention as she agrees not to get Diana involved in this. "Greatly appreciated. I have no desire to enter conflict with her again. I would like to live a normal life..only fight as direly needed." he says then. He's been trying for years to quell that primal urge for blood and battle...something that rages in his heart even now. He's a warrior.

Though Now it's Caitlin's turn to have the attention of the God of War. "Relax, fair Caitlin. You are far to beautiful a sight to concern yourself with such small matters. This is no formal gathering, just a group of individuals enjoying good drink and merry conversation. However, I would have you know that those stories are only partially true. I am the father of the Amazons by my beautiful daughter Harmonia." he pauses a moment, recalling his deceased daughter, whom he misses to this day. One can never say Ares was an awful father, for he cared greatly for his children. "Hippolyta is...a sensitive matter, I'm afraid. I hear she is well, though."

Then he looks to Balder, nodding softly to the fellow. "Now I know why Athena liked you. You sound just like her." he says with a smallest hint of mild annoyance, but alas, he nods to him. "Nothing has been offended. We speak in peace, do we not? Either way, when he hears that he can't make peace with ones friends, he nods. "I know full well." he falls quiet then.

Fairchild has posed:
    There is a moment of concern that passes through Caitlin's eyes when Power Girl mentions liking punching people, especially with the current potential for collateral damage. She glances around at the crowd and slides the hood from her sweatshirt up over her head, concealing her face from videos and photos, not that she can hide even among the handful of other individuals in her height class.

    Blushing at Balder's compliments, Caitlin takes another slow sip, a bit longer and fuller, but by far not embibing it with the fervor of the Demi-Goddess of Steel (is that even a proper alias... Superwoman would be the Woman of steel, Supergirl's the Girl of Steel, Power Girl is really more a Woman than a Girl... whatevs). After the additional sip to temper her concerns and calm her thoughts, Caitlin removes her right glove and extends her hand to Balder, "It is a great honor to meet you Prince Balder, my name is Caitlin Fairchild." pausing before adding, "It is a pleasure to make all of your acquaintences, actually." her voice is soft, not wanting it to carry to the nearby crowd, perhaps concerned about her name being overheard by the wrong individuals.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    "I have never had any problems with barmaids not appreciating my feelings." Balder is not at all bragging. He seems to find the idea that an adoring new friend could be a bad thing. But then, when you are Balder, maybe it is just different. He gives a warm, deep chuckle, shaking his head as he considers her words. "There has to be a slight amount of forbearance given. The nature of a purview can have an impact on the one carrying it. A war God who is not prone to the occasional bout is not likely to remain a God for all that very long. While Power Girl might choose who Power Girl is, fate is not always as kind to those of other worlds and kids." It brings a faint bit of melancholy to Balder, to admit that fate might not always be fair. It must surely be pure coincidence that the sun dips behind a cloud for a moment.

    He takes another long, deep swallow from his cup, and with a slightly regretful look, peers into it after it has been emptied. "Tis ever a sad sight," Balder notes to the assemblage., "to see the bottom of thine cup." He drains the last bit out of it. With some reluctance, Balder stows his cup in his bag.

    Turning his attention back to the other God, Balder gives a simple nod at that. "And I reply that there are worse people to sound like, Ares." His smile is soft. "Some of whom are my kin." He gives a warm nod to the other God.

    "Lady Fairchild, you are aptly named, as you are a fair daughter of Midgard indeed." She'll get a little kiss settled on her hand in a rather chaste manner. "Tis I who am charmed. Thou art a wise woman, and have caused me to think upon thine words. No small feat, Lady Fairchild given thine other charms are certainly distractions for others from thy wit and intelligence." He gives a courtly little nod. His smile is as chaste as the kiss left on her knuckles.

    It is with no small amount of reluctance that Balder slides his arm behind him to grasp his leather strap to pull the slightly less heavy keg onto his shoulder. "It is with great reluctance that I must hie to the embassy site. My apartments are done, and has been a day wherein I took my leave of my mother. She shall, no doubt, be scrying upon the embassy. Twould be best to keep the queen of Asgard assured of my continued good health." He makes no move to collect the goblets. Thay will have to bring them to the Embassy to return them, or keep them. It is a good way to set up a second meeting. He gives a polite nod to all. "This was a pleasure. I sincerely hope to meet you all again."