4129/Breathtaking Blazing Brilliant Bifrost Bringing Battle Because Beings Believe Balder's Back

Breathtaking Blazing Brilliant Bifrost Bringing Battle Because Beings Believe Balder's Back
Date of Scene:	22 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Fairchild, Power Boy, Superboy, Ares

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Fairchild has posed:
Three days have past since the Bifrost burned its mark into the park. The site has been recently sodded over, to cover the burn marks, correct the quake damage, and make the park whole once more. Besides a few trees leaning a bit off, all signs that there had been a fight at the site have been wiped away. As the afternoon sun settles, the park actually is fairly active, with a fraternity playing extreme frizbee, food trucks flanking the park's outer perimeter while smaller carts carry food further in, people getting off work enjoying the moderate weather, even an amatuer film crew shooting a low budget horror flick. The conflict and oddities from the beginning of the week already long forgotton (hey, it is New York... aliens and monster fights are common place).

Actually a tad overdressed for the weather, Caitlin Fairchild has taken a break in the park, a thermos hanging from her hip, job listings in one hand, a decadent burger in the other, as she snacks and reads while lounging back on a bench. Occasionally she does glance around, as if waiting for someone or something, on high alert while trying to look inconspicuous and casually non-chalant. Her minibackpack purse dangles behind the bench, almost as if she is taunting purse snatchers to take it, but it does seem to be hanging low, like it was weighted heavily with dense stuff... perhaps surprises for whoever or whatever she is watching for?

Power Boy has posed:
It isn't glamorous work, nor is it work where they are calling the press to celebrate that Power Boy is helping feed destitute folks in mutant Town. heck, they don't even let him serve the food most days. No. The volunteers are all really happy that some C-List Superhero out of Metropolis shows up, unloads the truck in about a second. He then does up all the dishes in no time. They are scrubbed, dried, and put away. The volunteers get to go home a lot earlier when he shows up. Power Boy is starting to like it. He just wishes he got to serve a little more food. Funny how helping people makes him feel better.

    He isn't out looking for trouble, to cause a scene, or make trouble. He just feels good, and he is impervious to temperature extremes, so Power Boy is flying because he wants to. He takes himself over Central Park in a leisurely flight. Homework done, his dog walked, needy people fed. He just enjoys the wind in his hair and the sunlight in his face and the tentative first birdcalls of Spring as he swoops low into the park, and pulls a frisbee out of a tree for a couple of young kids.

    He doesn't even get annoyed when they call him Superboy, explaining. "No. Superboy is a really good guy. He has that 'S' on his chest." he indicates his own chest, devoid of anything other than fabric and skin. "I'm not as cool as Superboy. No 'S'." it doesn't bug him much anymore. His grin is slight, small, and wan. "Go play." He tells them. "Enjoy the sun."

    "Thanks Empowered Boy!" it makes him give a warm laugh as the little one gets his name wrong. "Close enough." He says to himself.

    he starts to make his way down a path, and turns a corner, headed towards Cait's general direction.

Superboy has posed:
Conner is an frequent visitor to Central Park. Usually because of the hot dog carts. Finding scorch marks on it was annoying. Did he miss a party? For shame.

Since he started college he has been missing many of the super-hero fights in the neighborhood. It is not he is extremely busy, although he might have bitten more course-load he can chew (he will blame Tim for it). But his Kryptonian side allows him to go on with little sleep, so he has time for some patrolling, and some fun college activities.

Just bad luck.

So today he is hanging on the park an extra half an hour. Looking for something suspicious. He spotted Caitlin, though. She doesn't look suspicious or anything, but a super-tall redhead with her looks warrants a second look and maybe a third.

Naturally he misses the whole discussion about Superboy, which would have been far more suspicious. Today Connor has the S out of sight because he keeps the leather jacket closed, as a consideration to the cool weather he doesn't really feel.

Ares has posed:
Ares had counted the days...counted the time. However way you look at it, it was fully apparent that he seemed to be waiting for something. After making sure that his kid son, Alexander (AKA Phobos) was taken care of, The God of War returned to the park and sat cross-legged just a few feet away from where the Bifrost had originally opened, as if waiting for those who came through those vile portals to return.

Of course, he was War itself, so he was prepared for a fight. His eyes forward and ever watchful. He wears similar clothes as before. A black double breasted trench coat hangs on his shoulders with a dark blue longsleeve shirt. Black jeans, combat boots, fingerless gloves on his hands. Ocean blue eyes keep looking forward and seem to ignore everyone else. a stray frisbee flies at him and he simply catches it without looking and tosses it back with perfect accuracy.

He was focused, that's for certain.

Fairchild has posed:
The first signs of the portals comes right where the Bifrost was, as the energies reburn several of the runes and sigels, clear as can be and reeking of acrid smoke, three large scars to the sod, representing three of the nine realms. For those who know magic or can read Old Norse or Celtic, they are marks for Nornheim, Jotunheim, and Asgard... for anyone else they just look really swirly. The three oval shaped portals open wide, two of them relatively normal height, allowing the Orange Skinned Rock Trolls and Glowing-eyed Sallow Skinned Nornheim Warriors to pass with ease, both portals seeming to open to dank caves, smelling of moss and stagnant water; the third is over four stories high and practically twice as wide, snow and artic like winds coming off the Tundra on the otherside, the beings exitting all being various breeds of giants ranging in height from 18-35 feet tall, some with skin blue and ice like while others have more human skin tones; these are accompanied by a fourth portal that is unlike the others, rectangular, shimmering, with rounded cornors, appearing to go to the surface of the Moon, only three 8' tall stone faced, Moai headed rock men step out. The scene is only slightly different than it was three days prior.

The sallow faced warriors speak with a haunting unison, their voices perfectly synchronized and somewhat monotone, "We, the army of Nornheim, representing her Majesty, Karnilla, Queen of the Norns, Supreme Sorceress of all the Nine Realms, demand Balder the Brave be summoned for the immediate extradition to Nornheim for prenuptial negotiations. We have awaited the requisite three days, we shall not be delayed any longer. If we are refused, we shall flood Midgard and bring ruin to all in our swath until Balder is given to us." They then file forward, creating a small legion on both sides of the portal, their weapons at the ready.

The Rock Men, looking like The Thing's towering cousins, close their portal and then the slightly taller of the trio speaks, "I am Rohtton, representative of the United Kronan Brotherhood. The Brotherhood has also waited patiently for our chance to negotiate with Balder the Bold. We have been patient and polite, honoring the Terran waiting period, we do not wish combat, but if we must, we will fight." The Kronan actually look toward Ares, as if expecting him to already have Balder on speed dial.

The other two groups are neither so verbal, nor social, the Orange Skinned Trolls and Jotun Giants all just begin rampaging, yelling "GIVE US BALDER NOW!" and "DIE MIDGARDIAN CHATTEL", the Jotun lumbering toward the nearest streets while the Rock Trolls rush anyone in the park, flipping food carts and benches, and chasing everything that moves.


There is little hesitation, Caitlin expected possible trouble, and planned for it. Grabbing the mini backpack purse, she begins tackling the five foot tall Trolls in small groups, "Stay down. I don't want to hurt you." swinging the purse on its straps like an improvised flail, and scanning for allies and enemies alike.

Superboy has posed:
On the other hand Conner expected nothing. In fact he was paying for a hot dog when the portals open and drop a veritable army of monsters in the middle of the park. Oh shit moment.

"Who is Balder?" He asks no one in particular.

And then the trolls are attacking the park, destroying the food carts and being all barbaric. He didn't even have time to say 'hi'. "Hey, hey! Stop! At least try the food first!" He shouts. And since he is probably not listened at all, he flies forward to try to punch the closest troll in the face.

Ares has posed:
Ares looks up then as the three factions arrive. "Ah, it seems Balder hasn't yet returned. So it appears as though we must-" then the rock trolls and norse warriors all rush off to attack whatever they can find. "...fight." the God of War sighs then before he rises to his feet. Though he looks to the Kronans. "I respect that you've come in peace, while I am unable now to find Balder Odinson, I regret to inform you that I am therefore forced to meet your humility with sword. My apologies. If you value your lives, I suggest you return home." is the only warning given by the War God, his eyes avert to his surroundings to see two individuals already fighting off the invaders.

....that being Fairchild and Superboy. Top marks you too. However you look at it, Ares shifts from his clothes to his raven black armor. Sleek and powerful as it covers his whole body minus his head, cape flowing from his shoulders as it lay in tatters and cascades down to the floor.

"But we can all be diplomatic, can't we?" No, Ares...that's your sister. but hey, he's learning